The Unfair Agreement

Chapter 1

A little girl sitting on her father's lap in a heavenly beautiful garden... giggling and swaying her head at her father's words.

She asks "Father why is it that you are taking the imprint of my hands. " in her babyish language.

The Father says " My beloved daughter. No matter what changes in th entire world the imprint of a person's hand  never change.

If there comes a time when father has to go far away from his little princess then you will have to use this imprint to communicate with the other officials as an code.

So today my dear child I want you to remember the imprint of my hand and I will do the same.

This is our tiny secret ".

Says  the father pinching the tip of her tiny nose gently to which she giggles in response.

Unable to understand majority of her father's words , she finally asks her biggest doubt.

" But father I dont want you to be away from me at all!! I will always be there for you and we will always be together.

Ok?

Let's keep it as our promise!!. "

Hearing to his daughters innocent words, the fathers heart fills with emotions of  overwhelming love for his daughter.

His eyes filled with insecurity of future, care towards his daughter, and a pinch of guilt! YES guilt of deciding the fate of his own daughter to a demon.

Unable to hold back the emotions any longer, the father swallows the lump created in his throat  and says.

" No my dear child. Promises are an Identity of a Kshatriya ( worriers religion). Once bound in a promise no one can change it or break the promise till death.

I would love to stay alive beside you till you are wedded to a brave prince,  but we cannot and should never assume the future. So I shall not promise you that. But believe me  my blessings will always be showering on you even if I am on a tour to heavens. "

Unable to understand such heavy words spoke by her father the little princess tilts her head to a side. Her big glassy eyes flashing a questioning look. Looking extremely adorable.

Seeing a such a heart warming scene the King laughs heartily kissing her cheeks and pulls her into bear hug.

The girl places her tiny hands on the father's shoulder for support and plants tiny kisses on his cheeks. Giving her father the best cheeky smile. ...........

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Indrayanis pov:

I wake up as soon as bright ray's of the fierce  sun kiss my cheeks.

  I open my still heavy eyelids .

Greated by an unfamiliar cealing with a beautiful chandelier hanging at the center of the room.

The room is extremely decorative with loads of ornamentation done in Nagara style.(an ancient south Indian traditional stone carving style.) I am lying here in my blouse and lehenga without the dupatta on me (dupatta is draper without which stomach, waist is exposed.)

A sence of irritation in my eyes, creating a visual disturbance. I guess they must have turned red a puffy due to my continuous crying. Tears flow down my red cheeks again cause of the irritation in my eyes which bring a burning sensation to my cheeks as soon as they come in contact with the my hurtful tears .............. I guess  there still remains the imprints of his hands.

I wake up supporting myself with a side table and sit on the fluffy bed. Thought the royalty of the room dosent make me feel any good.

I look around here and there searching for an exit  and finally see the door!! ........ I run towards it and bang at the door numerous times. Yelling between my sobs "OPEN THE DOOR.!!! ITS AN ORDER"

Banging on it a  multiple times but dont recieve an answer..... instead my glass bangles alternated with the golden once break due to the collision and pieces of glass piercing through the soft skin of my hands.

I finally leave the thought of escaping the room for now.... and wipe the wetness at the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.... I walk toward the mirror and am surprised at my reflection.

My hair completely messed up. A slight cut at the corner of my lips, with blood stains, my ornaments earrings all are missing and I guess are  scatered here and there in entire the room.

I look so miserable!!!

This can't be me.!!!

Me the Princess of Bhadravati cannot be in such a miserable condition.!!!

Unable to bear the pain and accept my current situation , rage within me is ignited to a greater intensity with every passing second.... breathing hardly,......... huffing at my reflection,  stairing at it  a need to turn the tables on that devil emerge in my heart......

Unable to control my anger and the  want of freedom I grab the nearest bronze vase  and thought it at the mirror, shattering the entire full length mirror into thousands and millions of fragments,

exactly how my life is shattered now!!.

This act doesn't help  calm my nerves.

Looking here and there around the room for my next target to be destroyed..

I pull the silk bed cover with heavy embroidery tearing it during the process, throwing the vases and other things on the side table all over the room!!!

Wanting to create the mess in his palace which he has created in my life...…. Trapping me in this confined room and his base less Agreement!!.

" OPEN THE DOOR OR ELSE I WILL END UP BREAKING THE  ENTIRE  ROOM!!!!".

I yell on top of my voice but am only reciprocated by the dead silence.

Tired of the tantrum that I just threw without any audience but for personal satisfaction...… I squat down on the floor at a corner of the room.

Encircling my slender arms with bruisers around by knees.

Pressing my knees to my chest.

I feel all the misery again.

The feeling of being abandoned.

The feeling of being an orphan.

The scene of my father's death.

The memories of my childhood.

Even being hungry and extremely thirsty looks like a tiny issue in comparison with these.

And most importantly the fresh wound that I got on my heart !!.

The incidents of yesterday night .

Where I was standing in the middle of the devil's court,

rusted iron chains around my neck , hands and feet .

Trying my level best to keep my head high despite the weight of the chains.

And held by two built guards on my either side , eyeing my angrily huffing body with lust.

I look in the eye of the devil who now sits at the high raised stage with a number of steps. The throne,  with his right hand supporting his chin and the left placed leisurely over his crown which is placed at the armrest.

Dressed in an ocean blue silk dhoti without any top covering..... exposing his completely build eight abs. A ring of beads surrounding his right bicep and a golden beads long neck lace over his hard chest.

His blackish brown hair swaying with the breeze giving the glimpse of his diamond ear tops.... and his emerald green eyes shining in the light of the oil pot placed near the throne.

( oil pots are bronze or wooden tall posts with oil filled in it and a cotton thick thread that is dipped in it and is  lit with fire. Since India didn't use candles at that time )

Eyes with a shade of enjoyment, enjoying my misery. And with a shade of lust , curiosity and mystery.

His minister Matapti speaks interrupting our small stare  game and says " Your highness the King , the prisoner standing in your graceful  presence is the Princess of Bhadravati and the beloved daughter of Devendra.

Since she is the war prisoner I request your highness to treat her the same , and let her serve our kingdom as a s*x slave to our soldiers just like other prisoners."

Third person's POV

Indrayani throws daggers at the minister for such a shameful speech.

The minister who was movement ago smirking a cunning smile deciding the future of the princess now stands still with a blank expression , fear developing from her sharp  gaze.

Thought she is hurt physically and mentally she possesses the aura of a lioness. The entire scenes was as if a hurt lioness  kept caged in front of a massive lion ,the King and the remaining court engulfed in dead silence as she stares at the minister after his unethical speech.

Samrat who is watching the whole scene smirks at the bravery of the young girl who was able to control the courts atmosphere with just her gaze.

She shifts her gaze jiggling her ornaments in the process  from the minister to the King trying to read his thought on his ministers idiotic rules.

And is greeted  by a smirk playing on Samrat's red perfect lips flashing his gilded canines which shine in the golden light.

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Hey there good readers!! that's all for today.

What do you think was Samrats reaction on his ministers advice.?

Why was Indrayani physically abused?

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