Trigger warning : Mention of a brutal murder and heavy bloodshed
Chitra POV
"Leeeaaave me......... pleeeeaaaseee!"
I screamed at top of my lungs. This time, I knew he was not going to beat me, instead he was going to rape me! I begged him joining my hands together, but I forgot who was I begging to? The right hand of Samrat - the hoarder of weirdest kinks.
He fisted his strong hands over my wet bun and dragged me to some distance before pushing me on the ground. I fell with a thud and my knees got severely hurt. If I survive him, they would definitely develop a bruise, but would I survive him? His brutality transcends 'just r*pe', he would unquestionably ruin me more than I could imagine.
These trail of thoughts kept crossing my mind until he hovered over me, on the ground. I tried to protest, but my petite figure was nothing before his behemothic one.
"Pleeeeaaaseee.......no!"
I was caged under him, whimpering and protesting, I remembered Senap..... Ranveer ji. He would never let this happen to me, but where did he go? I yelled in the expectancy to see him here, but my destiny seemed to betray me today. Was this my end? No! I was not scared of death, but I didn't want myself to end like this. I didn't want him to do 'that' with me. I only desired Ranveer ji in that position.
He squeezed my breasts mercilessly and it ached gravely. He plunged his head into the crook of my neck and bit it harshly, making my blood gush out of there.
"Maiiiiiiiiiii! Anhhhhhhh!"
My little hands kept struggling, one was trying to push his huge chest away, while the other was clutched on his hair, pulling them, but he seemed unstoppable.
"Noooooo! Ranveereeeeer!"
I screamed his name aloud, in a hope to see him for the last time before dying.
"Who the fuck is Ranveer?"
He muttered near my ear in a flaring voice.
No! How could I forget that he was Senapati Vikrant for everyone? He would surely not protect me now. Poor me started sobbing miserably when he turned me around, making me lie on my stomach. Was he planning to do 'that' from behind? No! No! No! I would die with immense pain. I closed my eyes and my thoughts ran towards him. I was missing him. I wanted only him. How could the mother Goddess be so merciless to me?
I felt his sharp and strong teeth biting the soft skin on my back.
"Annhhhhhh!"
"Fucking soft! Why the fuck he lied to me. You feel so good. I'll eat you raw tonight."
His words sent shiver to my spine, rising like a volcano. I felt embarrassed and ruined already. He bit me again and this is when I realised that he was chewing off the strings of my blouse.
I had started bawling morosely. He bit me cruelly and I heard a spine chilling voice coming from the entrance of the chamber.
"LEAVE HER, PURAB!"
He was here finally. I kept sobbing and my ears registered the sound of his faded footsteps becoming louder with each step. Purab turned a little appalled and gave me a moment of relief. My trembling figure endeavoured to come out of his hold, but he immediately strangleheld me, compelling me to fall back on that cold ground.
"Anhh!" A dim subdued cry escaped my mouth.
Before he could torment me further, I felt his weight lessening over me and I turned back immediately, shifting on my back.
Ranveer ji's hand had grasped Purab's hair and he dragged him away from me.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER?"
Ranveer ji bellowed at him and I could see him tremble a little.
"You lied to me. How could you, Vikrant?"
Purab grunted back at him, holding his upper garment, that was reposed on his shoulders.
"You shouldn't have dared to do this.."
Ranveer ji muttered in a fuming voice. He was turning insane, scowling at him, he clenched his fist around Purab's wrists and turned it behind his back, giving him a deadly cramp undoubtedly since he screeched in pain.
"We'll have her together, Vikrant! Fucking leave my hands. Why are you being so possessive?"
Purab tried to manipulate him, groaning in pain, while his grip tightened, making him wail acutely.
With his eyes turning completely incensed, he shook his head ploddingly. Purab tried to protest, but before he could even think of taking another step, Ranveer ji slammed him on the floor, making him fall grievously, and I flinch startled.
Purab gained his senses to stand up again and he punched Ranveer ji this time. His head bent sideways and a little blood gushed out from the side of his lips. I palmed my face, closing my eyes for a moment, but another clunk made me open my eyes again. Purab had fallen on the ground again and this time Ranveer ji clutched his hair and started lugging him towards a wooden chair, placed at a distance from there.
Purab kept howling and kept scuffling to come out of his deadly grip, but Ranveer ji seemed to have been possessed by some beast at this instant. He went near the chair and pulled Purab's hair callously to make him sit on that chair. Before he could reciprocate Ranveer ji bared himself off his shoulder cloth and tied his wrists behind the chair, stretching them, making him wince in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, VIKRANT?"
Purab screeched at Ranveer ji and he muttered in a low yet threatening voice
"Ranveer! My name is Ranveer, not Vikrant!"
"Whatttt?" Purab mumbled shockingly.
"Raghav bhaiya's Younger brother." He muttered and Purab's eyes felt like coming out of the socket.
"You asshole!" He mumbled in anger.
"I'm going to tell Samrat every fucking thing." Purab glared at Ranveer ji.
"But you need to stay alive for that." He sneered at Purab and grasped his hair pulling it up, making him shriek in agony.
He took out his axe and I got terrified, imagining the upcoming scene and before I could give a halt to my preoccupation, I saw him lifting up his axe and swaying it in a zig-zag motion, earning a loud yawp from me. Within a fraction of seconds, Purab's face was tattered. With one stroke, his nose had fallen down and with the other his eyeballs had come out. I had already closed my eyes after these two strokes. My ears could still register the sounds of axe clinking and Purab screaming, that was fading gradually with each attack by Ranveer ji. I managed to open them after a few moments, only to witness a blood smeared indignant face of Ranveer ji and Purab's face was totally dismantled by now, looking like a freshly chopped meat.
"Maiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" I yelped, feeling an urge to puke already.
The metallic smell of blood had filled the chamber completely. I rushed to the bathing area with all my speed. I threw out there, bleching heavily. I cleaned the vomittus by pouring water on it and supported myself on the edge of the bathing tub, panting steadily.
The bloody scene was flashing again and again before my eyes even when I had closed them tightly. A few horrible moments passed like that and I felt his presence in the bathing area. His dominating footsteps echoed in that silence along with the frightening sounds of his angry flares.
My sanity was losing at this point. I wanted to turn around and hug him firmly, but his vexation was scaring me.
He had come extremely close to me, so close that I could feel his breath fanning over my earlobe. My breath hitched, lips trembled and heart started pounding inside the chest.
"Chitra!" He whispered and his voice chilled me to the bones.
My breath became uneven when I felt him holding my shoulders and turning me around. My eyes were shut in trepidation.
"Look at me, Chitra!" His voice was hoarse yet soothing. I obeyed him since I didn't want to piss him off right now.
I squealed glancing at his blood smeared face. It was dark red, dripping drop by drop from his long lashes and tip of his nose, his disposition was inscrutable.
"This is the REAL me, Chitra." He muttered, inhaling sharply.
"The one that I never wanted to reveal before you." His eyes appeared shallow, yet I was drowning in their depth.
"You are so strong. You could have taken me without my consent. Why didn't you do so?" I uttered softly.
"You are too innocent and pure-hearted to be ruined like this." He muttered moving away from me, going near the tub, taking out some water in the mug.
"Is there any way I can make you love me?" I asked, staring at him washing the blood off his face.
"I can't touch you without marrying you" he took a pause and continued "and you don't deserve to marry a man like me."
"Yeah! I don't deserve a man like you." I mumbled lowering my gaze. He stole a glance at me and I maffled
"I deserve to marry you." He gawked at me, stunned.
"All my life, I was lonely. My mother left me when I hadn't even flowered. Maharani Khyati appointed me as her servant and I was asked to work day and night. There was no place of food and sleep in my life. I had only one hope, the hope that someday someone would take me out of this hell. My mother had narrated to me the stories of Maharani Sunaina and her devotion to Mata Parvati. I kept remembering her in my heart since I wasn't allowed to visit the temple. Maharani Khyati doesn't like that. That day, when I had spilled the drink on you, you protected me like a saviour and since then you have been protecting me. You did exactly that today."
I strolled to him and held his shoulders. Looking straight into his eyes, I confessed
"I love you, Ranveer ji! I love all sides of yours. The caring one, the protective one, the ruthless one, the naughty one, the hidden one and all those that are yet to be discovered by me."
His gaze deepened and I felt as if he was penetrating into my soul.
"Complete me, Chitra!" He muttered and took me into a tight hug, before maffling
"Marry me, Chitra!"
Ranveer POV
"Marry me, Chitra!"
I felt her breath turning noticeable, fanning over my chest, when I maffled this
Her small slender arms started snaking around my torso, and she kissed my bare chest, softly.
I moved my arm, from her waist to her nape. The moment it touched the string of her blouse, she hissed. There was a wound!
I held her shoulders and turned her around. She got startled a little, with my sudden movement, but calmed down when she realised my intentions.
"I want to make him alive and kill him again."
Anger rushed in my veins, burning like a thunderbolt.
"Calm down, Ranveer ji!" She muttered softly, turning back, pecking my cheek softly, and something happened to me. All my life, no one was ever able to calm me down, that too so easily. Her pretty little hands, her soft glossy lips, her doe eyes, had some magic, as if they could heal something in me, that even I didn't know, was broken.
"Let me apply medicine on it." I muttered, calming down.
"Will I have to untie my blouse for that?" She asked, lowering her timid gaze, a tint of blush clearly visible on her cheeks.
"Only if you are comfortable." I maffled, leaning a little closer to her ear.
She took her hand back and kept struggling for a few moments, as she wasn't able to grasp the strings.
"Turn around!" I whispered, in a heavy and intimidating voice.
She glanced at me for a moment, and nodded before turning back swiftly.
I saw a deep, severe bite mark on her soft and smooth back. I fisted my palms to control myself, and slowly touched her string, two of them were already torn, only one was remaining. My fingers started working on it, that touched her bare skin inadvertently, and she staggered a little, an audible gasp escaped her mouth.
I pulled the string, untying the blouse, and mumbled, closer to her ear
"Itne se darogi to aage kya hoga, hn?"
"If you feel scared of just this much, what will happen later on?"
She palmed her chest, securing the position of her blouse, and turned back to me. Her breath was audible now.
"Darte nhi hai hum. Sab ata hai hume."
"I'm not scared. I know things." She gulped and muttered in her sweet voice, a speck of teasing mixed in her words.
"To antatah hamara bachcha bada ho gaya."
"So finally, my baby is grown up." I teased her.
She giggled, slapping my blood stained chest, softly. Her blouse fell a little low, and she immediately settled it back.
"Maa!" A small moan escaped her mouth.
"I think you miss your mother a lot." I inquired
"I do! But Mata Parvati is always with me." She spoke, with a grin on her little lovely face.
She was extremely beautiful! I felt like kissing her at that moment, but it would be so soon to initiate.
"You didn't answer my question." I reminded her, as I had asked her for our marriage.
I took her hand and brought her out of the bathing area. She strolled behind me, muttering in a low voice
"Was it a question? It thought that was a declaration."
I turned back, smirking at her, I made her sit on the couch, and came to the garden to collect the medicinal leaves.
I went back to her, crushing those leaves between my palms. She was sitting calmly, placing her palms on her knees, her legs hung low.
"I can't even touch you without your consent, baby. Marriage is s huge thing." I leaned forward to her neck, holding her chin, I turned her face on the other side, to get a full view of the wound. She didn't say anything, and I cleaned the wound, using an unsoiled piece of cloth. She winced in pain, and something twisted inside me. A random wild thought of her, moaning under me, crossed my mind, and I licked on my lips to control myself.
I applied the paste on her neck, collecting it between my fingers, caressing her wound gently.
"Anhh! Ranveer ji, please slower!"
This was it! I was getting crazier now. I had already been with Rashmi for so many times, but she felt entirely different. Maybe I had misinterpreted Rashmi as love. It was only 'Chitra' that was making me feel butterflies in my stomach. I did not need sex to love her more. It would definitely be a part of our life, but not the foundation of our relationship. Maybe this was the real love!
"Anhhh!" She whimpered, and I felt my manhood getting harder.
"Be strong, Chitra. Don't cry like this." I consoled her, while applying the paste.
"Annhh! Ranveer ji!" I closed my eyes, biting on my lower lip, keeping the paste aside in a bowl, I clutched her hair and pulled her head back, making her wince.
"Don't do this, Chitra! Your moans are surely going to be my death on the bed."
"Anhhh, 'yes' for the marriage!" She moaned again, staring at me. My beautiful eyebrows were thinned in a line.
"I would love to feel your wilder side." She muttered, in a sexy voice.
"Do you even have an idea of what you are saying?" I asked, smirtling.
"Yes!" Again, a seductive voice.
"Let me heal your wounds first."
She smiled and gave in. I applied the paste on all her wounds, and she kept blushing every time I touched her.
Khyati POV
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I woke up from a deep slumber, when I felt something shattering. No! No! No! My prey couldn't die before the sacrifice.
I ran out of my chamber. It was early morning, the sentinels were guarding my chamber in complete woken state. I couldn't run like that. I assembled myself properly, and started walking towards my son's chamber, gracefully.
"SON!" I screamed, staring at his sleeping body, partially hovering over the couch, with a glass in the hand that was hanging.
"What the fuck?" He woke up, irritated. The glass fell on the ground, producing a shrill metallic sound.
"My prey died. Someone killed him." I snapped, tension clearly visible on my face.
"And you don't know who did it?" He asked, straightening himself. A line of worry appearing on his forehead.
"No! This is the weirdest part. Why the hell can't I see this?" I blabbered in anger.
"Now, what do we do?" He inquired, in a heavy tensed voice.
"He died before the ritual. This is not a good omen for us. If I don't find a suitable and strong prey right now, I'll crumble and burn in hell fire, forever." Fear was comprehensible in my trembling voice.
"Who can pose a suitable prey for you?" Yuddhjeet quizzed me.
"A man who has led a celibate life until his marriage, and even after marriage, remains exclusively loyal to his wife."
I sighed and continued
"Such a man is impossible to find."
"You're wrong, mother. I know someone, exactly like this." He smirked and I took steps towards him.
"Who?" I inquired
"Raghav!" He muttered, in a dangerous and intimidating voice
"He is the peak of 'gentleman'. I know he had never desired anyone, except for that bitch, Chandralekha. I received the information about his marriage to her. He must be loyal only to her. Chase him! Seduce him! Kill him, mother!
He declared, coming closer to me. I felt weird for a moment, and a step backwards.
"Once I become the Devil completely, the first woman I fuck would be you." He said, ogling me.
"I'm mother, Yuddhjeet!" My voice had turned throaty, as tear collected in my eyes, listening to my own son, lusting over me.
"There is no concept of wife and mother for a Devil. Every woman is fuckable for me. I will be the MASTER of this Universe."
His eyes filled with desires, lust and aspirations. He cupped my cheeks dangerously, and placed his lips over mine, sucking them harshly.
"Umm, leave me." I jerked him off, and he strided towards me, and twisted my arm behind my back, sniffing the crook of my neck.
"How could your preys be luckier than me, hn?"
My breath hitched, a sharp pain ran in my arm, and a slow moan left my mouth.
"Go and get fucked by Raghav, and then come back to me, who is your MASTER!" He maffled, leaning closer to my ear, and a lone tear escaped my eyes.
He pushed me with a jerk and I fell on the ground.
A guard entered the chamber, lowering his eyes, he spoke
"39 soldiers have died mysteriously, Samrat." I stood up immediately, and my eyes widened with shock.
"What the fuck!" Yuddhjeet cursed under his breath.
"You leave for Raghav's Gurukul, mother. I'll handle this."
He ordered and went outside the chamber.
I came back to mine, and changed into the travellers outfit. I walked out of the palace, towards the stable, and mounted on my horse. Very few were aware about my hidden abilities, and I loved to keep them hidden. Remembering my Master in my mind, I rushed towards Raghav's Gurukul.
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