❝"I refuse!", was her deafening scream. The temple full of people stood in silence. He watched her, taken aback at the audacity, but not out of his icy cold composure.
He took a step towards her.
"Step back! Step away-"
He yanked her by her wrist...
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Devika:
I ran, under the moonlight. I ran into the palace, my heart pacing wildly. In sheer disbelief of what my father had told me.
"Wh-where is Raja ji?", I asked panting for breath. The servant just pointed towards the bedroom. I immediately rushed down.
Suddenly, everything seemed to become clear before my eyes. Mrinalini Devi, the Gurumaa I worshipped, had given Aviram a deal. A deal in which Aviram lost everything he held dear.
And yet, the man who I assumed was heartless, took it. He took it and gave up what was rightly his, for me.
I stood at the threshold of the shut bedroom. I suddenly heard voices.
"Oh.. oh.. no.. Vinay.. you really are-", the voice was muffled by the man with her. After a moment she spoke again, "You don't need to muffle my voice anymore, my ex husband is gone." "Oh.. you are so right..", the man, Vinay ofcourse, said seductively.
I immediately stepped away from the door.
Oh Devi Maa.. these devils have taken away his room too. Where on earth is he?!
I looked down, almost panicking, when I noticed something on the carpet. I bent before the stain. On the red and golden carpet, it was like a blot.
A blot of dark red. I looked at little ahead to find another similar blot.
Blood, it is.
Reluctantly I stood up, with bated breath. Barely breathing. I carefully followed the blots on the carpet.
They.. they hit him..
My heart sank drastically as I dragged my feet towards the forbidden area of the palace.
A cold chill ran through the place. I had been here several times to practice in solace. It was a beautiful place to be in, but today, the rumoured stories of spirits seemed to haunt me - for the first time.
"Ram..", I mumbled, only audible to myself. I walked down the corridor, to the courtyard where I had danced so many times. The marble was as cold as ice.
"Aviram.. Are.. Are you here?", I asked a little louder. I looked down, there was the stain of blood, right before my feet. And then it disappeared.
I turned to my side. A door stood ajar.
It had once been the rooms for the royal dancers. I dragged myself to the door.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt overwhelmed with emotions. I had ruined his life. The man must have come under lots of guilt because of the way I broke down that day.. and he must have done this foolery. He had even hid the favour he had done me.
I called him the beast and yet he went ahead to sacrifice everything.
