Present-day. In the dungeon of Bhadravati palace.
Indrayani's POV
I wake up with a jolt as a bucket full of cold water is splashed on my sleepy self. I don't even have to remember the day before as every image had a greater impact on my mind and body.
I look at the one who did this most cruel thing to me only to see that monstrous Persian king beside him! I try running to him to give him a taste of my punch but fail as the chains binding my arms and feet make me falls back on the dirty ground with a thud!
Throwing daggers at him I spit in his direction to which he laughs?!
Laughs! I shall s*******r him personally that piece of Junk!
Strangely I never feared him, but all I felt was anger. Unlike when I met my husb... I mean Samrat when I was so much afraid of him that I could shiv
