The zeal which begins with hypocrisy must conclude in treachery; at first it deceives, at last it betrays.
-Francis Bacon
Laying with his eyes open, he analyzed his situation. His options...there pros and cons. And he had barely closed his eyes when the dawn broke, the first rays of sun infiltrating through the curtains of his private chamber, bathing the large room in a golden glory.
'It was another starting! '
But what a foul way of starting the day when the first thing you notice is your mistake of last night?
Forcefully closing his eyes, he laid back on the bed like a dead rat waiting for the woman beside him on the bed to leave.
And she did! But not before she ran those soft long fingers through his messy locks.
He internally cringed. No! He wasn't disgusted at her touch but he was disgusted at himself for doing what he did last night.
Taking the innocence of that girl was not in his plans. It was a crime on his part because while the woman solely wanted to be with him for the affection of sorts, he was there beside her doing nothing but using her body simply for a distraction from his own problems.
The soft clinking of bangles slowly faded away. The foreign princess was gone and heck! He doesn't even know her name!
Gripping the edges of his locks he waited there for a long-long time. Why does it feel like this mistake was going to cost him everything?
Surely, the woman for the sake of her own prestige in the society won't let the scandal come into light?
He sighed in designation. Because if it happened, his life, his best laid plans would be destroyed! Everything will turn astray! Specially now when the woman is not only a foreign princess but the sister of his youngest step mother.
'The sister of his father's favourite wife!'
He would be doomed.
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"Good evening! "The sultry smile this evening seemed brighter than the last evening. And that made him frown.
This early morning after she left from his bed, he hadn't heard from her and assumed the worst.
An young innocent girl like her must be delving in guilt for how she had destroyed her own reputation in a single night.
But it seems now that it wasn't the case, because here she was once again, looking straight into his eyes as she took a seat across him.
He tried to read her expression. Does she wants to end up in his bed once again? Or is it a love confession that she wants to extract from him tonight?
But whichever it was that she wanted. He knew one thing, that is...he isn't ready to give either.
"Can we talk?"She spoke like the soft evening breeze.
"I assumed we are doing it already! "He scowled at her because while it seemed to be a heartless thing to do. He had to do it, to save them both from further problems and pain. He needs to crush every dream of marriage and love that the princess might have already started to weave with him.
'He wasn't going to marry her! '
An expression of hurt flashed on her face before she masked it. "It's about last night! "
"I expected as much!"leaning back on the chaise, casually, Chandra rolled his eyes. "So you are here to beg me for an marriage because of what happened last night? " He crossed his arms. "Then let me make this clear to you. "He looked straight into her eyes. "That NO! I am not interested! And I am not going to marry you! "
The lady visibly gasped as her delicate fingers held onto the arms of her chair for the sake of her life. And he had expected as much but what he hadn't expected was the way this meeting ended.
Slowly as the shock weared off, anger took its place. The bright face that was once been compared to the nymphs now took the ugliest contortions ever. "How dare you insult me in that way?" She was standing ram rod straight. The big bright eyes now hidden under the clouds of darkness as she threatened. "By the next sun set, you will be here..."she pointed her finger down at her shining shoes. "Beside my feet....... begging me to marry you! I promise! "
Now this, he hadn't even expected in his wildest of dreams. But he didn't let it show on his face and waited patiently as her cold dark eyes scrutinised him with a look of pure contempt before she left.
He was indeed doomed!
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His gait was composed as always, his expression devoid of anything as he took the last turn in the corridor and there it was....the grand marble staircase to the terrace.
And this afternoon it will take him to his destruction.
He knew what was coming next...a visibly ugly confrontation followed by the nastiest of verbal war and then when either of the tactics won't work on him. Word would be sent to his father. The king!
And that's where his worst fears comes to play. He is most despicable man ever known and his decisions the most unbelievable.
But what is the point in thinking all this now when it's already very late.
'Very late indeed! 'He could not help the scowl that came to him when he saw who his interrogation room consisted of.
The youngest and most favourite wife of his father. Su-naina! Ofcourse she was supposed to be there when she was the one summoning him here at the empty terrace but the unexpected guest there was none other than her dear little sister.
'The brat of a princess! ' who knew there's such a vile personality under the cover of that beauty. She was nothing but a loathsome woman who seduced and lied with him solely to hold it as a leverage and black mail him to marry her!
But he was decided! He wasn't going to fall for the trap.
"Good morning your majesty! "He bowed slightly as the custom called for but hopefully his eyes told it all as he glared at the duo of the sisters.
"I am afraid this evening is not as good as you think it is! "The queen taunted. "As you might have already guessed we are here to discuss the terms of your marriage with my little sister Sukanya. "
"Take a seat-take a seat."she offered him her most evil smile. But he choose to stand anyway. "I am not going to marry her! "
"I said we are here to discuss the TERMS of marriage. I did not ask you if you are willing to marry or not! "She rolled her eyes leaning back on her low chair. As though he lacked the simplest of common sense.
"Now that doesn't make sense just like most of your words MOTHER."He deliberately reminded her of she was related to him. Two years younger yet she is there as his mother. 'The side effects of being a queen.'
His lopsided grin seemed to show its magic because the queen was visibly fuming. "You are not going to do it the simple way, are you? "She gritted her teeth.
And another smile broke on his face simultaneously. 'Oh! It is fun! '
"Simple way? Nah! I am not going to do it ANYWAY!" He hoped against hope that his vile step mother and her vicious sister might get this message straight in their heads. And that they might stop playing these dirty games of blackmail.
"Alright then be present at the court in half an hour....let's see what the king would have to say in this matter. "The queen was far over her snapping patience as she stood up, her hands gripping her sister's before she started to walk away.
Her cold eyes giving him the look of same contempt that he had been subjected to...by the yonger sister a while ago.
Just as he feared, the king!
His head reeled in frustration as he wondered how he was going to save his head this time around. And while there was a very bleak chance of that happening, he was sure of one thing.
He wouldn't marry this woman!
A woman who was ready to sleep with a man to blackmail him later....to sell her prestige in front of whole court only to force that man into marrying her....was no better than a prostitute.
And no way was he going to marry a prostitute.
Come what may!
"You are forgetting something your highness. "He called after the duo, the last trick he scummed to save the word to reach the king.
The clinking jwelleries and anklets suddenly stopped at the farther end of the empty terrace.
The cold wind ruffled his hair as he took two steps forward with a smirk on his face. "That I...am a MAN! And there would no scandal attached to my name after you announce it in the royal court that your sister slept with me! It will be your sister whose character would be maligned forever in the society....and I could not even imagine what will happen to her when I will refuse to accept her as my wife. "
It seemed his words simply had no effect on the ice queen but then her sister for the first time looked positively alarmed. "Sister...stop!"her panicked cry barely reached the elder one's ear as she started to drag her again.

"He won't be in the condition to refuse the marriage, I will make sure of it! "She hissed before they were gone for good from his sight.
The weather took a turn for worse. Gone were the cool ruffling breezes and instead dark clouds took its place.
'A large storm was coming. 'He hurried downstairs.
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It was better performance...infact he must say it was the best performance he had ever seen in his life. What's with the royal orchestras and plays and skits?
Because what queen sunayna and her sister had just pulled off in the royal court filled with thousands of people would be enough to put all those in shame.
His expression remained empty, his eyes stoic on the sisters as they together cried and begged for justice! The vulnerable bowed head princess wrapped under the layers of thick shawl truly looked as though she was molested.
The stuttering words and hiccups did the rest to put every other person with ears to give their compassion to her.
And then there was the stone king, sitting like a statue on his throne while it was a surprise indeed that he hadn't yet ordered to have him beheaded already.
"Silence! "Time after what felt like eons later, the king finally spoke and every arising murmur to provide empathy died down instantly.
'It was time for the verdict! '
Chandra waited impassively, he knew whatever was coming, was going to a threat to him. His right palm was secured under his vest.... on the handle of his blade.
Just as planned, his horse was waiting a few yards behind the palace grounds. As soon as the verdict against him would be announced he would be gone with the next wind.
Suddenly a loud thundering sound came from outside followed by the sound of a falling tree before the rain started to pour heavily. The pitter patter filling in the emptiness of the court.
'The storm had come! '
"Prepare for the wedding celebrations....tomorrow evening princess sukanya and Chandra would be tying the holy knot of matrimony. " The king had announced but the pin drop silence prevailed in the court as now every single eyes were fixed at him, gauging his reaction.
"Bullshit! I am not marrying anyone! Specially this tramp of a prostitute who seduced me to bed and is now charging me to compel to her wishes and marry her! "His voice was loud and clear, he wanted every single person to hear the truth before he's gone!
"How dare you Chandra! "The king roared rising from his throne followed by everyone else. The foreign princess was now sobbing like a manic. "I disown YOU! "
"Oh! I am so glad....you did the honors your majesty! "He dared to gave a lopsided grin to his father and that was all it took before the whole army was behind him.
"Catch him!"His father roared. "I want him beheaded right in front of ME!"
And there it was! What he had been expecting from the very start.
In a flash his blade tore through the air, drawing blood from every flesh that came into his sight.
It was just a matter of moments before he was gone, riding through the wilderness on his horse while his few trusted generals followed behind.
The royal army left far behind.
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 Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose Marty"What did you just say? "The stinging pain in her palm felt nothing compared to the throbbing heartache that she felt right then, when she slapped him across his face.'Was her father even alive?'she looked over her shoulder still struggling to free from his death grip."Now that wasn't a nice thing to do princess! "She heard his chuckle but he wasn't amused not in the least. He was furious! How could he not...when a woman....a mere woman slapped him in front of his men! But he knew it was not the right time to show the heiress her limits....there would be the whole life left to discipline this spoilt brat once he gets married to her. But right now, he needs to go through with his plan first.There were no words exchanged their after, instead Chandra decided to take the matter in his own hands. 'It was getting late!'Dragging the struggling heiress wit
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 "I would rather fight with you than kiss someone else."-AnonymousDevika tried to shrug away from his grasp when Chandra told her to step up the paddle and onto the back of the stallion. "I want to go back! ""I can't believe this! "Chandra gave her a hard look but not for long because the troops to Maniteek were getting closer."For a woman who can try to burn her husband alive and can tear his muscles in tatters with her bare nails, you are a very weak woman, very....very weak."he tusked with an expression so grim on his face that Devika was forced to believe that he pitied her. She forgot why why she was fighting. Loosing herself in those stormy eyes that held nothing but sympathy for her, in those same eyes she tried to find the moto of her life? The reason of her living. 'Was there any at all?'And in that point of weakness the will to fight was lost as well. In a daze of self pity and the burden of her father's words she felt herself being lifted and settled into the bac
 Now a soft kiss- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss!-John KeatsHe forgot why he had married her in the first place. Trampled on his own vow to be never lured by another woman ever again, he stepped into the water, dissolving every ounce of self control in its sweet cool currents. "Wha-why are you coming here?"she took a step back. "Are you afraid of that? "Chandra asked depicting two unblinking eyes over the water in the golden light of the fire. "Oh God! "She squealed unable to decide which way to go. For if she stayed here a little longer she was sure, she was going to loose a limb or two and if she dashes for the land then the consequence is going to be far more humiliating than any other tragedy could cause. He would see her unclothed! And that thought was enough to keep her pinned at her place and watched as the animal's long spiny tail moved and it maneuvered towards her. "Hushh..."he indicated her to stay silent, an half smile spreading across his face.Just at
Thirst of power and of riches now bear sway, the passion and infirmity of age.-James Anthony Froude7 weeks laterPeople say that there's just this small slit between life and death, perhaps a wide enough berth between happiness and despair but hope and an anguishing state of hopelessness seems two different worlds far beyond the reach of one another.And in seven weeks time Roopak had not only understood but experienced the vast difference between these two worlds. Seven weeks ago he stood at the same spot outside this same courtroom with his heart beating like a wild horse while his mind raced through options to save his brother.And seven weeks later now, here he was, standing on the same spot before the courtroom, his heart yet again racing while he watched the embellished adorning of the palace walls while his brother stood beside him and grinned.He grinned back, it was his crowning ceremony after all!The crackers whizzed past him, burst and cracked in the evening sky and the
"But first I require assurance that you are going to let my brother go and hold up your part of the bargain after I get married to your sister." He spoke unable to grasp the significance behind her empty expression. 'Was she going to accept? Or her hunger for revenge far greater than any love she had flaunted for her sister?'But everyone want something and whatever that she may want, Roopak would give her, anything. If it means to save his brother.The silence prevailed for a long time, hanging like a thick curtain of uncertainty between them and Roopak almost came to believe that she was going to refuse when the acceptance came."And what will you require as an assurance?" Her words were almost a murmur but he heard them anyway and a surge of relief went through him when at the same time another part of him was going through something he was unaccustomed in feeling. 'Dread' a foreboding angst for himself.He had married once before, danced on that crazy tune and after how it had end
All pain is punishment and every punishment is inflicted for love as much as for justice. -Joseph De Maistre"Arrest him!"There was no necessity to repeat the command. The very loyal lords and soldiers of the former king marched forward with blood in their eyes and nothing or nobody was able to stop them. They didn't stop at thousand and one orders from Roopak, as the heir to the throne .....since until his official coronation, he held on real power and until then the queen will remain as the chief of the kingdom and its people.They didn't stop or even flinch at Chandra's very explicit threatening, that they were making a mistake neither did they paid any heed to his petite wife who continued to holler the fact aloud that he could not have possibly murdered his father since he was in his chamber the whole time.But it was all futile. He was lead away with a hundred blades at his throat through the darkest corridors and tunnels of the palace and thrown into a muddy underground dunge
The closing hours of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.-Cesare Pavese"My lord!" Her voice sounded hoarse as she entered, her body trembling with anxiety as she looked at the man in front of her. With those eyes filled in nauseating and despicable kind of appetite for erotism that all she wanted to do was to abscond and flee before the lecherous old man can put his hands on her.But he will, she knew. And that nothing can stop him now that she was here alone in his presence. She closed her eyes as soon as the last lamp was dosed, she knew what was coming next and she was right!With the room enveloped in utter darkness, all Sunayna was left with were her senses and she could feel his warm breath behind her back, sucking in a deep breath, she waited in silence."Where's your sister?""Coming in a moment." Oh! How did that statement left her throat with a sickening rancidity and her body with abhorrent and horrid ache. 'No, she sister wasn't coming
"At last!" Sneered the king. "At last." Sniggered the courtiers as the queen stopped right in front of the thrown. "Where's your sister? Wasn't my message clear enough, that I want both of you here?" Sunayna stayed silent, not daring to speak let alone to put forth the fact that it was she who had told her sister to not to show up in court, that she could handle and maneuver it on her own. 'And she will!' "Send someone to fetch her now and if she dare show any resistance drag her here by her hair, it is an order!" Sunayna's heart skept some beats and some more thereafter as the guard left to follow up the order. 'No!' She wanted to scream but if anything it would make her situation even worse, so downing yet another bitter pill tonight she tried a gentler approach instead. "My Lord!" She finally spoke. "If I may..." But none listened. The silence prevailed, getting thicker with every passing moment so much so that it became a tangible presence amongst them. Devika didn't say a
A small shiver ran down her spine in the fear of unknown, the warm night seemingly turning frost with every moment that passed. Never had she felt this alarmed of stillness. The seemingly endless stretch of placid tranquility stifled her senses and the cold air of garden felt tempting. 'But it isn't the time for that.' With this untimely arrival of Chandra all her plans and strategies hence fell down and crumpled like a palace of cards as a result leaving her open in vulnerability. Moving in the darkness, she gripped the handle of water jug from her bedstead, treating herself with a massive gulp of water. 'Yes, she had lied but it wasn't as simple as that, was it? She had lied right in front of the whole court and that meant just one thing, a crime against the throne. ' And after all that, her purpose still as unaccomplished as it had always been. Her ears strained to listen to the in growing sound of foot steps towards her chamber and for a moment she stopped breathing. '
 It is indifferent to me, where I am to begin, for there shall I return again. -Parmenidies Devika was thankful that she was left in relative peace for the whole day and though there was very little assurance in what Roopak hard said, somewhere in her subconscious mind she knew what he said was the rational thing to do. 'Wait until he comes back?' 'And then what? What if he repeats the same thing the Queen had said?' She will then have two choices, either to brave that utter humiliation for the rest of her life here or to go back to her father to face yet another kind of degradation, forever. And if she is doomed either way, she will rather have her eyes plucked out by her father than watch the man who had betrayed her for the rest of her life spending a joyous time. 'But for now, she will have to wait.' 'Oh! How does this wait tormented her sanity!' The orange evening glow of sun lay spreaded throughout the land of Maniteek and her eye lids were heavy with the lack of rest a
It's hard to wake up from a nightmare if you aren't even asleep.- j.sDevika staggered back with darkness that came to overshadow every other sense that she possessed. She went numb against the loud chattering of people around her followed by a round of applause and then the series of congratulations and good wishes showered upon both the king and queen for securing another holy bond of matrimony between their families. The queen smiled brightly.... the king nodded, enthusiasm and triumph in his eyes and none bothered to look upon the poor soul torn down by the truth and lies. None except one. Roopak."Come on sister let us get out of here." His soft tone snapped her out of the stupor but the darkness barely receded. It was horrendous....the pain that rippled through her body and soul but it did not ache as much as she expected, rather settled inside her in an all too familiar fashion like an old friend. After all this time she had gotten used to it anyway since there was barely anyt
People prefer the certainty of misery than the misery of uncertainty.-John Bradshaw It hurt and it agonized and left her crushed, yet and still Devika didn't express any of it. She crumpled the bed sheets instead to stop her fingers that itched to get hold of him. Bit the quivering lips to stop them from begging him to stay and not leave her like this....and sucked in a deep breath to stop the tears from flowing free that would reveal her suffering. But if she had to be honest with herself, she will have to accept that, more than misery and mere hurt to be abandoned by her husband on the dawn after their first night of intimacy. 'It was something else that bothered her even more. Much-much more.''Fear!' Indeed, she had put on the facade of bravado when that condescending queen had descended upon her to tear her flesh off. Yes, she had instead left the vulture scraped and wounded for now but she knew it was just for the time being and now that her only amour, her refuge, her husban