Rudra Nandani by M Lovely

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Rudra was my love, and so was I for him, until I came to know that everything was just a game.

Emotions and blood share a sacred bond, where the thickness of blood matters in the emotions that run through the nerves.

Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge.

Those two months were the most blissful of my life when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh, did not matter to me.

I gave all of myself to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin.

The night was long, eventful, and tiring, and I realised that by the state I was in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed-up bed.

And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family was shaken to the core, and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter.

“A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family”

And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge.

My tears did not stop for weeks. I couldn’t believe I could do that. How could I go deeper into him so that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride?

He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered the delicate flower of the family’s pride, and he burned it by simply plucking it.

But this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone, and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, an eighty-year-old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And to taste his food. The Revenge.

Which burns Rudra for her now.