Indrayani's POV
I am sitting in a room, which used to be my chamber when Father was the ruler of Bhadravati. It's just so surprising that not even a single day a thought had crossed my mind wherein I will be imprisoned in my own room and forced to marry another man while my husband still holds the rights on my heart.
A single drop of tear slips down my filled eyes sliding over my exceptionally calm face.
I don't know whether my mind has already accepted my situation, or is it my guilty consciousness who says I am the sole reason behind my misery.
The door creaks open letting in my maid who has covered her partial face with a beautiful net cloth.
She enters with a plate of food and leaves the chamber placing the filled plate on a table.
I breathe hard at her departure only to re
