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Kayadhu's first day in the demon kingdom was a harrowing experience, filled with fear and sorrow. As a devotee of Vishnu, she felt completely out of place in the dark and oppressive environment of Hiranyakshipu's realm. She felt the weight of her new reality pressing down on her as she was dressed in the fine, but heavy, garments provided to her.

As she walked through the grand halls, escorted by demon guards, she saw the kingdom's inhabitants—demons, and other dark creatures—going about their daily lives. They eyed her with curiosity and disdain, recognizing her as the new queen but also as an outsider.

Kayadhu's heart ached as she passed by shrines dedicated to Hiranyakshipu, where priests chanted mantras that cursed Vishnu and his devotees.

Kayadhu was summoned to the throne room, where Hiranyakshipu sat on his golden throne, surrounded by his advisors and soldiers. He looked at her with a mixture of lust, pride and possessiveness, making her feel even more trapped.

She was introduced to the court, and although she maintained a composed exterior, inside she was praying fervently to Vishnu for strength and guidance.

In the evening, Kayadhu was taken to the royal gardens, a place that, despite its beauty, felt sinister. The flowers were vibrant but seemed to exude a malevolent energy. She found a secluded spot and knelt down, silently praying to Vishnu. She begged for his protection and intervention, feeling a glimmer of hope as she remembered the stories of his past incarnations and his promise to protect his devotees.

After sometime, A guard, clad in dark armor, approached her. "The king awaits you," he said, his voice cold and impersonal.

Kayadhu tried to resist, but the guard's grip on her arm was like iron.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I don't want to go."

The guard merely tightened his grip and dragged her away. As they entered the cavernous chamber, Kayadhu's eyes widened in fear. The room was filled with an oppressive darkness, broken only by the flickering light of torches.

"Is this where I'll die?" she whispered to herself.

Hiranyakshipu sat on his throne, his eyes fixed on her. As she approached, he rose to his feet and extended a hand.

Kayadhu hesitated, but she knew that resistance was futile. She placed her hand in his, and he pulled her towards him.

"You are more beautiful than I imagined," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Kayadhu tried to pull her hand away, but he held on tightly. "Please," she pleaded again. "Let me go."

Hiranyakshipu smiled, a cruel, predatory grin. "You are mine now," he said. "And you will stay with me forever ".

Then he lifted Kayadhu into his arms, her slight body barely registering in his powerful grip. He carried her through the cavernous chamber, his steps echoing ominously.

The room was a testament to his power and brutality. The walls were adorned with the skulls of vanquished foes, their empty eye sockets staring out into the darkness. A heavy, ebony throne stood at the far end of the room, its seat upholstered in the softest crimson silk.

Hiranyakshipu laid Kayadhu on the bed, a massive structure made of dark, polished wood. As she struggled to sit up, he pinned her down with his weight.

"You will learn to love me," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Kayadhu tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by his hand. She felt a cold, predatory gleam in his eyes as he leaned in closer.

"You are mine," he repeated, his breath hot against her ear.

As he kissed her, Kayadhu felt a wave of nausea. She tried to fight him off, but his strength was too great. She closed her eyes, hoping that the nightmare would end soon.

As Hiranyakshipu leaned in, Kayadhu felt a cold shiver run down her spine. His breath was heavy and hot, carrying with it a scent of sulfur and decay. She tried to push him away, but his grip was iron-tight.

His kiss was forceful and invasive, a violation of her body and her spirit. Kayadhu struggled against him, her tears streaming down her face. But Hiranyakshipu was relentless, his strength far surpassing hers.
Desperate, she tried to appeal to his reason.

"Please, stop," she pleaded, her voice a mere whisper. "I don't want this."

Hiranyakshipu chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent chills down her spine. "You will want this," he replied, his voice filled with a cruel satisfaction.

As he continued to assault her, Kayadhu felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was trapped, a helpless victim in the clutches of a monster. Her mind raced, searching for a way out, a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

But there was none. Hiranyakshipu was too powerful, too ruthless. She was his, and he would have her, no matter the cost.

As the night wore on,  Kayadhu lay motionless, her body heavy with exhaustion and despair. The events of the night had left her feeling violated and broken. She could not believe that this was her life, a nightmare from which she could not wake.

Her mind raced, replaying the horrors of the night. The fear, the pain, the utter helplessness. She felt a deep sense of shame, as if she were somehow responsible for what had happened.

Tears streamed down her face, silent sobs escaping her lips. She was alone, trapped in a world of darkness, with no hope of escape. The future seemed bleak and uncertain, a void filled with fear and despair.

As dawn approached, Kayadhu felt a cold, empty sensation in her heart. She knew that her life would never be the same.

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