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The loud sound of thunder echoed through the empty road as she ran barefoot in the heavy rain, her wedding anklets breaking with every painful stepβ¦
Her red bridal lehenga was stained with mud, tears, and fearβ¦
βCatch her!β someone shouted behind herβ¦
Her breath trembledβ¦
βNoβ¦ noβ¦ they canβt take me backβ¦β
She clutched the dupatta around herself tightly as memories flashed before her eyes, the disgusting touch of the old man she was being forced to marry, her auntβs cruel words, her uncleβs silence, and the suffocating walls of that house she had called home for yearsβ¦
Homeβ¦ What a cruel jokeβ¦
A sob escaped her lips as she crossed the deserted road without looking aheadβ¦
Bright headlights blinded herβ¦ Everything happened too fastβ¦
Screeeeech!
A loud crash echoed through the stormy nightβ¦
And her fragile body fell unconscious on the wet roadβ¦
Inside the luxurious black car, the womanβs eyes widened in shockβ¦
βStop the car!β she screamedβ¦
The guards immediately rushed out while rain poured mercilessly over the unconscious girlβ¦
That woman stepped closerβ¦ and frozeβ¦
Her trembling fingers slowly touched the girlβs face.
She couldnβt see the girlβs face clearly because of the rain. Her wet hair was stuck all over her face, and on top of that, it was completely darkβ¦
Far away in the grand Suryavanshi Palace of Udaipur, Rudransh Suryavanshi stood in front of the massive Mahakal idol, his sharp eyes closed in silenceβ¦
The feared King of Mewadβ¦
A man with no mercy in his world.
Yet for the first time in yearsβ¦
His restless heart felt strangely uneasy.
As if someone important had finally returned to himβ¦
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