INFERNAL BOUND ✨

Dream

In a palace hall (darbar) there wear so many people who wear gather there for something important sundenly they hear a foot step A tall, imposing figure steps forward, wrapped in an aura that seems to bend the air around him. His presence is heavy—ancient, commanding, and filled with a silent storm of power.

He wears a long, obsidian-black coat that reaches the ground, embroidered with deep crimson threads that shimmer faintly like molten lava under moonlight. The shoulders of the coat are plated with intricate metallic designs, resembling twisted runes or old forgotten sigils.

Beneath the coat, he has a dark fitted tunic made of a strange fabric that reflects no light, almost as if it absorbs it. A wide belt, forged from dark steel, cinches his waist, decorated with a single blood-red stone that pulses like a heartbeat.

His boots are made of thick black leather, reinforced with metal at the edges, leaving a faint echo with every step he takes. His gloves reach up to his elbows, crafted from shadowy, scale-like patterns that ripple with faint energy.

A dark mist coils around him—never fully touching the ground, never dispersing. His eyes glow with a cold, burning intensity, making anyone who meets his gaze feel small, exposed, and powerless.

He carries an aura of feared royalty—of someone who has ruled realms where even light refuses to go. His energy is suffocating yet mesmerizing, like standing in the presence of a storm that could destroy the world or spare it with a single thought.

His face is sharp and beautifully sculpted, with pale, smooth skin that almost glows in the dark. His eyes burn with a deep crimson light, cold and unreadable, as if they’ve seen centuries. His brows are dark and defined, giving him a naturally intense expression. Long black hair falls around his face in soft waves, and his lips rest in a calm, emotionless line—making his presence feel both dangerous and hauntingly elegent he walk till his throne and sit there

There was a women on the other side off that throne She wears a midnight-black gown with faint crimson patterns glowing beneath the fabric, carved with ancient runes. A dark metal belt at her waist holds a pulsing red stone, and a sharp, black crown shaped like frozen flames rises from her head, set with small ember-red gems. A thin, smoky cloak follows her, moving even without wind.

A cold, heavy aura surrounds her, making the air feel still and difficult to breathe. Flames bow toward her presence, shadows stretch in her direction, and the world seems to pause when she was there.

Her skin is pale and flawless, her deep blue eyes calm and unreadable. Long black hair falls in smooth waves down her back. Her beauty is haunting and dangerous, the kind that commands silence rather than admiration.

She controls dark flames and shadows with effortless ease, and her will is strong enough to bend weaker minds. Quiet, intelligent, and merciless when crossed.she was looking at people who were gather there with a straight face......

The same girl who was in (darbar) was now in a battle field (akhadha) where she was wearing veera-shastra nikvastra hair tightly lock in a bun she was having a sword in her right hand and a small knife in her left hand she was ethereal with a cold face and the cold aura which was surrounded around her was cold and dangerous. A guy was infront of her he was wearing a rudra-vyayam vastra he also have a sword and a knife they wear having fight with each other for the training purpose.

the guy attacked on her but she blocked him with her knife and from the other hand she pointed her sword on his neck. She looked at him with her blue eyes which wear cold with a straight face......

There were people who was near the river and they were fighting with each other blood was everywhere one girl was riding on a horse her blue eyes wear so cold she was locking at a people with expressionless face she was guiding the horse with one hand in another she have sword. a person came in front of her in one swift move she cut his head off suddenly a voice came from behind

"Agnishka there are some more people you have to know the truth you have to protect them".......

A girl who was sleeping peacefully on her bed suddenly woke up and sit on her bed all sweat over her face she was panicking

"Again the same dream why I always here those voice who are they what they want from me" she said it in a low tone and sign.

After that she make her way to the bathroom the bathroom was very big with big chakuzi and some servent ware making the water warm by hot frame of fire and one was arranging the thing of bathroom."mis, water is warm you can take bath we are outside the bathroom if you need anything just call us" saying this they bow there head and leave the bathroom.

She stood before the mirror in absolute silence, her pale reflection staring back at her like a stranger. A crown of dark, frozen flames rested upon her head, and a thin veil of shadow curled around her shoulders, yet she felt no connection to any of it. Her deep blue eyes searched her own gaze, as if an answer might appear between one heartbeat and the next, but her mind held only emptiness. Power lived in her, heavy and undeniable, yet every memory of who she was had vanished, leaving behind nothing but a cold, unfamiliar presence and a haunting sense that she had lost something far more precious. She remember only her name Agnishka which is her name but unfamiliar to herself.

She shock her head and started removing her clothes after bath she Wrapped herself in a pale cotton drape, her damp hair brushed her back as the soft scent of sandalwood followed her quiet steps.

She wore a soft, marun colour unstitched cotton drape wrapped snugly around her waist and drawn over one shoulder, forming natural folds that flowed with every step. The fabric was pale ivory with a thin red border, woven by hand and cool against her skin. A separate cotton cloth was tied loosely around her damp hair, while faint traces of sandalwood and turmeric lingered on her body. She was looking clam but her aura was heavy that the maid who wear standing there was so nervous and scared one of them asked her with fear in her voice

"Do you need anything"

She looked at her with certain face and said nothing after some time. She came out of the room the maids take a deep breath like she can breathe now freely as someone who take her breath away from her.

She made her way to dinning area. It was a huge palace but in a forest which rarely people know but there wear so many maids, helper and c**k. There wear so many rooms in that palace a big hall and kitchen which was behind that hall it was open kitchen so the dining area was infront of it she have her room one the 1st floor she was walking on stairs suddenly her heels got stuck in the carpet which was in the floor she was about to fall of the stair but someone catched her in mid air.

His hand was on her bare waist and he was looking at her deep blue eyes with his brown eye Sharp brows framed steady, a firm jaw and high cheekbones shaping a calm, controlled face, while a straight nose and composed lips revealed quiet confidence and restrained power. she was also looking at him she helps her to get on her feet and said

"are you okay"

"hm, thanks " she said

She looked up at her as he was tall from her He was wrapped in a fine silk angavastram draped across his chest, its ivory fabric touched with subtle gold threads that caught the light with every slow breath. A deep maroon dhoti, perfectly pleated and held by an ornate jeweled waistband, rested firmly at his waist, while a light silk shawl lay over his shoulders like a quiet mantle of authority. Gold armlets and bracelets adorned his skin, a simple tilak marked his brow, and leather sandals traced his steady steps. Around him lingered a calm, unshaken aura — composed and grounded, yet undeniably powerful, as if the very air bowed in recognition of his presence.

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