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In the twilight hours, the royal palace of Madhya Pradesh was bathed in an eerie silence, a stark contrast to its usual grandeur. The air was heavy with an unsettling tension, a feeling that something unspeakable had happened.

Abhijeet, the King of Madhya Pradesh, strode through the grand hall, his heart pounding with a sense of foreboding.

His usually calm demeanor was shattered as he caught sight of the blood-streaked trail leading to the inner chambers.

His footsteps echoed through the marble corridors, each step faster than the last, driven by a primal fear he had never known before.

As he reached the entrance to the royal chambers, the sight before him stole the breath from his lungs.

Kritika, his beloved queen, lay motionless on the floor, her delicate frame marred by deep wounds. Her once radiant face was pale, her breathing shallow.
The golden chain he gifted her was now stained with crimson, a grim contrast to its usual brilliance.

Abhijeet's world tilted as he rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he cradled her head.

"𝑫𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍," he whispered, his voice breaking,"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅? 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?"

Her eyes fluttered open, a weak smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she tried to speak.
But her voice was barely a whisper, lost in the vastness of the room. Abhijeet strained to hear her, his heart breaking with every passing second as her strength faded.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

"𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆," he begged, his voice choked with emotion.

"𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆..."

But Kritika's gaze was distant, as if she were already slipping away. A tear slid down her cheek, mingling with the blood that stained her skin.

With her last ounce of strength, she reached up to touch his face, her fingers cold against his warm skin.

"𝑱𝒆𝒆𝒕,"she murmured, her voice faint but filled with love,"𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚... 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕... 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕.."

And with that, her hand fell limp, her breath faltering. The world around Abhijeet crumbled, the silence that followed after she closed her eyes was louder than any scream.

In that moment, Abhijeet was no longer a king, no longer a ruler of men. He was a husband, a man terrified of losing the love of his life, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.

The weight of his grief was unbearable, but beneath it simmered a burning desire for vengeance.

Whoever had done this would pay. They would pay dearly.

𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆.

This book will be the blast of emotions for you all.

Written by author_harsh.
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