" YOU HURT ME

BUT

WHY THE HECK DOES IT HURT TO SEE YOU WITH SOMEONE ELSE"

It was the first day to the new beginning, the first day she would step out of this mansion, the first step toward her goal of freedom, and unknowingly first move from her side in Beast King's game of revenge.

Shivanshi bowed her head in front small Sculpture of Lord Shiva for asking his grace upon her as she stood on the threshold of revolution for herself.

"Lord whatever had happened until now, let not it affect my future, give me strength for whatever difficulties may come I would be able to face them with the dedication of a brave heart and mind, pls guide me when I am feeling down make me feel your presence " with that she put a little tilak on her forehead mid, slung her backpack over her shoulder and moved toward the exit.

The scene happening there made her sting in the heart, the feeling doesn't fade away easily they say and the reality of words did strike her but it pains this much she never thoughts

Rajyawardhan was standing there with a lady in an utterly short dress and her hands clutched in the arms of The King.

The lady looked in her late 20s, with a dolled-up face with big eyes and long eyelashes, a highly defined face pointed nose with perfect lips, and long legs, she looked like she straight walked out of the voyage magazine.

It was not the beauty of her that irked her but her arms around her so-called husband, here there was a little hope deep down somewhere in heart maybe he will realize his mistake, maybe they can start over again but after witnessing this, their future together was next to impossible no scratch that it was Impossible.

She controlled her tears which were seconds away from falling, bowed her head down, clutched the straps of her backpack in a tight grip, and marched toward the entrance, Shivanshi can surely take another way out but she was not aware of its presence even though she tired asking other maids yet all went in vain.

"Where do you think you are going maid," Krtika asked Shivanshi in a taunting voice, she was aware that the girl was King's Mistress, her maternal aunt had informed her about it, she was more beautiful than the pictures but she was hell-bent on making her feel down, humiliate her.

On hearing the voice The beast king diverted his attention to the scenario and blessed by the Lord he was met by divine beauty, nothing much ordinary about her attire just simple full sleeves yellow frock suit but still she managed to look extraordinary.

"Look, Lord, this maid of yours has no manners ignoring our presence moving out without wishing us," she said in a childish voice with extra sugar-coating over it playing the victim.

He never liked hearing her extra rating voice yet she was also the distant relative of Royals and one of his previous whore he has fucked which meant nothing to him.

But Kritika was here to serve the purpose he knowingly called her to make Shivanshi jealous and now it seemed it was taking more toil on him than her.

"I am getting late for college, my only work here is to tend the mansion chores not to pay respect to you, Miss" Our nymph answered back though her voice was horse after his deeds yesterday still it was firm and with she again put on her heels toward the college.

" Watch your mouth girl before I put a gag in it, she is my guest, you are bound to pay respect to her" this time he intervened with a voice laced with underlying threat and a small smirk resting on his lips only for Shivanshi to see and she did saw it.

"I want her to compensate for the damage to my self -respect for this she has to give her earning to me" Kritka wept in between as if stating the obvious.

While Shivanshi looks at them with disbelief clear in her eyes, her earnings meant nothing to them in price, they were simple of the simplest, yet to her, it was a very dear one that stood near her heart as it was a gift from her beloved "chiller party" her only friends for which they saved their pocket money for months, gifted to Shivanshi after passing from class 12 th with the top rank, it was the first gift in many years she got and she will never trade it away.

On seeing her reluctance Kritika marched toward her and snatched her from her ears and make her hiss and bleed a little, though she fights back, this Bitch of a cat's nails was sharper than one could imagine.

" Umm not of much value, as I thought of them to be, cheap like their owner, I am no longer interested" she examined the glass mirror accessorize and threw it away.

Shivanshi rushed to catch it in the process unintentionally giving a jerk to Kritika making her stumble and fall on the ground with a thud but she was too engrossed to care.

Shivanshi's eyes were bloodshot red with tears rolling down, as gathered the broken pieces of her precious gift and stood up.

" You know for a spoiled rich brat like you it would cost nothing but for me, it was more precious than gold, for this God will never let it go and rest all rest in hands of karma " Shivanshi roared at them not caring about the consequences and marched out of the hall.

Tears were not stopping out her eyes, she could not understand where she was wrong? what mistake she did to deserve this? but one thing was clear no matter what The King would be there in reason or cause of all her suffering from now with one or the other way.