"I swear, one chance is all I need, and your head will be mine to claim." Her voice was low and husky, trembling with restrained fury. "Ah, my ravishing, fiery enchantress," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. "Missing the weight of your sword in your hand, the rush of battle in your veins?" His fingers trailed along her jawline, sending shivers down her spine. "Just give me one moment," she spat, her eyes blazing with defiance. "And I'll show you your place — beneath me." He chuckled, low and husky. "Not yet, my love," he murmured, stealing a kiss on her open lips. "For now, I'm above you." He repeated the phrase, his voice dripping with sensual promise. "Inside you, pleasuring you, devouring you whole." *** King Agnil is betrayed and killed by his own commander and a power-hungry man named Samarth. The king's daughter, Inayat, becoming the commander's obsession gets caught up in the drama. Years later, the king's son, Ayman, returns to take back the throne and get revenge by using the commander's daughter. As Ayman tries to make things right, walking on wrong paths, things seem to turn upside-down in his heart. Will he be able to balance his desire for revenge with his growing feelings for his enemy's daughter?
View MoreAgnil's thunderous voice boomed, shaking the surroundings. "Soldiers, get set!" The bodyguards charged into the crowd, navigating through the sea of people like a serpent. Agnil drew his sword, his eyes blazing with fury, and joined the fray. A hidden dagger provided an extra layer of protection against unexpected threats.The queens watched anxiously from a distance as the secret slayers clashed with the king's soldiers and bodyguards. The king's sons rushed into battle, wielding their swords. The air was filled with the deafening sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded; victims, and the brave.As the battle raged on, men began to fall like autumn dry and lifeless leaves, their bodies crumpling to the ground as the slayers sliced through them with deadly precision. The soldiers watched in horror, their eyes wide with terror, as the slayers moved with a fluid motion, their blades flashing in the fading light. Each stroke was a masterclass in efficiency, the slayers' r
A fortnight had elapsed since Inayat received the devastating news of Izhar's demise. The brutal execution of Commander Kenaz's entire family still lingered in her mind like an open wound. Her heart bled for the innocent kin who had been forced to witness the carnage with their own eyes. Queen Adah's detailed account of the past events had left Inayat traumatized, but it was the loss of the man she loved that cut deepest. Even now, a month after the tragedy, Inayat sat alone in her chamber, surrounded by the opulent furnishings of her plush couch, yet drowning in a sea of memories. Tears streamed down her face as she reminisced about the joyous moments she had shared with Izhar. Her mind also wandered back to a time when her father was a just and righteous man — a mythical era that now seemed lost forever.Inayat's world had also been turned upside down. She had witnessed a profound transformation in her father since the day she declared her devotion to her faith. To avoid any
"Our ancestors have unwaveringly devoted themselves to the worship of one true God," Inayat began, her voice laced with a mix of reverence and concern."It was King Agamya who boldly chose to forsake the idols his family had revered for generations, instead dedicating himself wholeheartedly to the Lord. And it was this unwavering faith that earned him the Lord's favor, granting him a lasting legacy — a son to inherit his throne in every generation." Inayat's gaze locked onto her father's, searching for answers to the unspoken questions that weighed heavily on her heart. But instead of finding solace, she was met with an unsettling darkness in his eyes — a cold, hard glint that made her wonder if the man standing before her was truly her father.The warmth of devotion had faded from Agnil's eyes, replaced by an unyielding resentment that seemed to defy reason. The very God who had lavished him with blessings now appeared to be the object of his scorn. "Father, you've turned away from
Following the brutal display of power by King Agnil, the kingdom was plunged into a state of turmoil and upheaval. The days that ensued were marked by a multitude of changes, each one leaving the people increasingly shaken and uncertain about their future. The traumatic memory of witnessing Samarth's family being brutally slaughtered by the king himself still lingered, leaving a deep scar on the collective psyche of the kingdom's inhabitants. As a result of the king's actions, the commander and several high-ranking soldiers were relieved of their duties, only to be replaced by individuals whose character and loyalty were highly questionable, and who seemed to embody the same morally grey qualities as the king himself. A radical transformation swept through the worship system of Tziyonia, orchestrated by the king and his newly appointed advisors. The revered prophets of the Lord were callously imprisoned in damp dungeons, while the king, consumed by madness, wreaked havoc throug
As night descended, the desert's temperature plummeted, and the sand beneath their feet grew cold. A gentle breeze whispered through the dunes, carrying the faint scent of smoke from the nearby woods, where fires crackled and spat, casting a warm glow over the desolate sand. Above, the moon hung low in the sky, a milky orb surrounded by a sprinkling of stars, their twinkling light a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled over Samarth's heart.He sat before the flickering flames, his elbows resting on his knees, his face a mask of stoic resolve. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, a mayhem of emotions seethed. His jaw clenched, his mind tormented by the haunting echo of Nizar's words, which replayed in his mind like a cruel refrain, announcing the brutal slaughter of his father.As he sat in stunned silence, the weight of his emotions threatened to consume him. Grief and anger swirled within him like a raging fire, leaving him feeling lost and uncertain. But then, he felt
Chitra's expression conveyed her deep distress. "How could he resort to such actions?" she asked, her voice laced with dismay. "We will never condone the worship of those detestable idols – never!"Pritam sighed, his tone measured. "Our allegiance remains with the one true God, the God of our ancestors. It's perplexing that no one spoke out against this decision. How could the people acquiesce to such terms so readily?"Raj's voice was low and troubled. "The influence of Queen Adah and the other queens has swayed the king, brother. They have effectively manipulated him into embracing these abhorrent practices, which are utterly reprehensible to us.""I fear for the future," Raj added. "Before the king issues another ill-conceived edict, I intend to relocate with my family. We cannot continue to reside in a place where the king's actions will inevitably invite judgment."Samarth's expression turned solemn. "The King must come to understand the gravity of his actions, lest he invite gre
As Inayat settled into her grandmother's estate, Agnil began to stray from the path of righteousness. Behind the scenes, he started to worship foreign gods, entities that were unknown to his people and contrary to the teachings of the One True God. This drastic shift was influenced by Adah's counsel and Kael's consent.The kingdom was thrown into turmoil as Agnil's sudden devotion to these false gods sparked widespread outrage. Many of his subjects remained faithful to the One True God, who had always been their Rock and Refuge. However, Agnil, Adah, and several other queens were adamant in their newfound beliefs, and their anger was kindled against those who refused to follow suit. Within a mere week, the kingdom's spiritual landscape had undergone a profound transformation, one that would have far-reaching consequences.At the king's behest, the kingdom was poised to adopt the detestable practices associated with the false deities worshipped by neighboring countries. The atrociti
King Agnil and Commander Kenaz sat in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the weight of their meeting. A delicate, gemstone-encrusted tray held an assortment of sweet pastries, dried fruits, and nuts, accompanied by steaming cups of honeyed tea. Kenaz, however, seemed impervious to the offerings, his focus solely on the proposal he had come to present."Agnil, our lifelong friendship emboldens me to approach you with a request," Kenaz began, his voice measured. "I seek to unite our families through the marriage of my son to your daughter, Princess Inayat."King Agnil's gaze remained fixed on Kenaz, his expression unreadable as he sipped his tea. Yet, beneath the surface, a maelstrom of emotions churned. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of suspicion and calculation, his mind racing with the implications of Kenaz's proposal. A dark thought took hold, whispering that Kenaz's intentions might be far from pure, that he might be secretly plotting to usurp the throne. Agnil's jaw cle
As night descended, Samarth sat in contemplative solitude, his gaze fixed on the moon's luminous glow. The soft, ethereal light stirred a memory, transporting him to a moment shared with Princess Inayat beneath the warm sunlight. He recalled the thrill of competition, the exhilarating rush of adrenaline as he drew near to her, their faces inches apart. The recollection awakened a deep longing within him, a yearning for intimacy that only he fully comprehended. Samarth's mind was a canvas of vivid memories, each one a fleeting glimpse of Princess Inayat's captivating presence. He recalled the triumphant curve of her lips, the determined set of her jaw, and the piercing sparkle of her golden eyes, fringed with lashes that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. The softness of her lips lingered in his memory, a gentle whisper of a touch that left him breathless.As he settled into the plush couch, the soothing aroma of honeyed tea wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet
"I came to ask for your hand in marriage but you didn't want me." His warm breath whispered against her lips, sending shivers down her spine. A faint bruise at the corner of her mouth added a tender vulnerability to her features, heightened by the soft sheen of sweat on her skin.As night fell, a hush settled between them. The moon, now perfect and pretty in the sky, cast a soft, ethereal glow. Its gentle light illuminated Inayat's tear-stained face, and in that moment, she seemed even more breathtakingly beautiful to him. His heart swelled with longing, drawn to her with an intensity that left him breathless.He felt an irresistible pull, his heart yearning to draw her even closer, to hold her with an intimacy that transcended their present closeness. Nothing seemed to stand in his way now, no barrier to hinder the desire that threatened to consume him.The mere thought sent a sly grin spreading across his face. He edged closer to her, his proximity making her breath catch in her th...
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