In the biggest chamber of the palace...….. A woman lies on the floor,...…..her eyes devoid of emotions...… Her constant gaze staring at her dressing table as if recalling a lost memory...…..
The entire room is a mess...….despite her condition of carrying another soul, enclosed in her womb, a look of despair is prominent on her face.
Bangles scattered everywhere, her fresh pot of vermilion scattered all around...…..her beautiful hair which is always braided in an eye-catching style is now scattered mercilessly on the floor as she lays there immobilized.
The mirror in her room shattered into pieces, a vase, furniture, and every single piece of the chamber except the dressing table is dispersed as if a gush of the storm had entered the room...…
Movements later Samrat enters the chamber of
