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"You should eat now, Maharani," Meenakshi's voice caught my attention as I laid both the babies in the cradle and tied my hair in a bun.

"Just a little. I am exhausted," I said, and she plated dinner before me.

My heart was sinking low. I did not feel right. I could not help but look at the babies again and again.

"Ashwin is not back yet, right?" I asked, and she nodded and placed a chapati on the plate for me.

"What happened?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing. It's just that something does not feel right," I said, and she smiled.

"You must be overthinking," she said, and I nodded.

Maybe I was overthinking.

But the night was not safe. The commanders-in-chief were outside, and more than half of the soldiers were handling the riots.

Something was off.

Everything was fine a week ago.

How come all of a sudden riots happened?

Why were people so desperate to meet the King when he was at his lowest?

They were our people, and they should understand.

"Meenakshi," I called her and looked up.

"Can you ask the spies to find out where Maharaj went today?" I asked, and she knit her brows in confusion.

"But, Maharani, in the middle of the night. It's past midnight, and you have not eaten anything," she said, and I shook my head.

"You do not understand. It feels like someone is planning something against us. Also, riots are to distract the soldiers and commanders. But why?" I asked, and she stared blankly at me.

"You are overthinking, Maharani," she said again, and I inhaled deeply, chuckling.

"Maybe," I muttered and tore a bite of food.

But, my heart was not settling down. I ate a chapati and washed my hands to sleep for a while.

The doors were closed, Meenakshi had left for her servant quarters, and the babies were sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the slight noise of the jug clattering against the floor woke me from my already disturbing sleep.

Why did I feel so uneasy?

The darkness made me thin my eyes, and I immediately stepped down from the bed to walk to the babies' cradle.

Both of them were sleeping peacefully, and seeing it, a smile appeared on my face.

But the faded noise of footsteps running outside made me look at the door.

My hands sweated up, and suddenly, a scream filled my ear, and my heart sank deeper.

The door of my chamber pushed open, and the soldiers standing outside my chamber fell in with the blood whooping out from their slit necks.

I felt nauseous all of a sudden. But before I could react, I noticed a tall, muscular man stepping in with a sword in his hand.

My feet stumbled, and I immediately took a few steps back to the table.

"Who are you?" I asked, raising my voice enough to alert more of the soldiers.

He laughed, taking a few more steps inside, and I knelt to pick up the dagger from the table.

Hiding my hands behind, I unsheathed it, and suddenly, Meenakshi came running; her eyes widened as she watched me.

I shook my head slowly and clenched my jaw to signal her to wake Maharaj.

"What are you doing here? Who are you? And, how did you come inside?" I asked in a high and unscared voice, and the moment my father walked in from behind, my heart sank deeper.

"Pitaji?" I asked and stepped closer to my babies.

My fingers trembled with the fear.

His eyes were enraged, and he stepped forward to look into my eyes.

"I told you that he is not a great fit for you. I raised you well, and look what you are doing here," he said, and I could not help but feel the frightened tears roll down my cheeks.

"What are you saying?" I asked, stepping forward to hide the babies' cradle as the giant man looked at them.

He laughed a little.

"I wanted you to be with someone good. Someone who could protect and respect you. And, see, he cannot. He is not even here," he said, and I could not believe he was still stuck on those things.

"Are you out of your mind? What the hell are you doing with him?" I asked, raising my voice. Suddenly, the dangerous man stepped forward, and I took a step back.

"Jagshana, do not harm her. We should go back," Pitaji said, stepping forward before him, and I lowered my gaze.

Meenakshi came back and shook her head from behind. I knit my brows with confusion.

"I just wanted to tell her that he is worth nothing. The amount of disrespect she brought to me was for nothing," he said and smiled, looking at me.

"And, to do this, you let him slit throats in the middle of the night. If you wanted to see his worth, why didn't you ask him for the one-to-one fight? Why sneaking in the middle of the night?" I asked, enraged by his stupid step, and he chuckled.

"Because the lesson was for you, not for him," he said, and I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling uneasy with how that man was staring at me.

He took another step forward, and Pitaji turned around to look at him.

"No, she is my daughter. Go back to your Kingdom,"

"What kingdom?" I immediately asked and stepped forward.

He looked at me with fear.

"What Kingdom? Pitaji," I raised my voice and looked at the dangerous man who had laid corpses around the galleries.

He took another step forward, and Pitaji tried to push him away.

"Your Prince did not allow you that. Remember the deal," he said, and suddenly he pushed him away, and Pitaji fell against the table, hurting his head and getting a deep and bloody cut on his forehead.

"Jagshana, do not dare to touch her," he tried to say. I fisted my hands tightly on the dagger and looked into his eyes.

"Not harm my babies," I said, and he laughed, showing his dirty teeth.

"Milking breasts," he said, and suddenly pulled me closer to him and placed his hands on my breasts.

I immediately tried to push him away and screamed.

"No!!!"

My anger boiled along with the fear.

But he only laughed and took a step further.

"You are no princess blood. Only a whore," he said, and Pitaji tried to stand up.

"No, do not touch her. She is my daughter," he cried out, but Jagshana slapped him right across his cheek, and I broke into silent cries. He fell unconscious.

"What do you want? I can give you coins. Leave now," I tried to say and took my shaky steps back.

"Coins? To ruin Mahabaleshgarh's pride, my Prince will give me plenty of coins," he said and tried to touch my cheeks. I immediately pushed his hands away.

"Where is Maharaj?" I asked, roaring to Meenakshi, and she tried to push him away from me.

"He is unconscious, Maharani. He is not waking up," she informed, and I broke into cries, feeling my heart race insanely.

"Unconsious—"

Jigshana held Meenakshi's hair tightly and lifted her with his strength.

"No, no, no, no, no," I cried out, seeing her cry uncontrollably.

And, suddenly, he threw her away as if she was just a pillow.

"Who is your Prince?" I asked, taking another step back, and he came forward.

"Who are you working for? Who sent you here?" I asked, and he chuckled and suddenly held my hair tightly in a fist and cupped my cheek.

"My Prince is the one who should become the Samrat, not your husband, who just makes anyone his Queen," he breathed over my face and threw me over the bed.

The curtains fell with the sudden weight, and I tried to move back a little.

"He will kill you. He will kill each one of you. He will ruin your Prince to your ashes. You are making the biggest mistake of your life," I tried to threaten him, but he just laughed and pulled my feet closer to the edge of the bed, and placed his sword on my neck.

The breaking sweat made my fingers tremble, and I felt the tip of the blade leaving a slight cut on my neck. The drops of the blood fell to my neck.

I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Suck!" he said, and I felt my heart beating wildly.

I shook my head.

"You are making a mista—"

But before I could finish, he slapped my cheek hard, and I signaled Meenakshi to take the babies away.

She struggled to stand up but fell all of a sudden. She fell unconscious.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was not scared for myself. But I did not want anything to happen to my babies.

"Suck!" he roared again, and the moment I noticed him pulling my face into his dirt, I struggled to push him away.

"Leave me. He will kill you," I tried to say, but he just laughed insanely and began to undo his lower.

"Stop! No!!!" I cried out, and the more I struggled, the more cuts I got on my neck with his sword.

He put his dirt out, and I looked away, shaking my head uncontrollably. And suddenly, he cupped my neck tightly, and I felt myself struggling for breath.

My voice hung in my throat, and he put his sword away to push his fingers into my sealed mouth.

"I said, open your mouth. The more you struggle, the more painful it will get," he roared, and the way he pushed his fingers in, I could not help but push my head back. I tried to press my hands on his waist to push him away.

But, it was getting difficult.

"Tell me who sent you," I tried to ask, but my voice was shaky and muffled.

"Suck it. You bitch," he roared in anger, and the moment he pressed my face into his filthy manhood, I raised my blade and moved it past his waist. The splashes of blood flew against my face, and I immediately pushed him away.

The blade fell down my hand.

He cried out louder in pain, and I placed my hands on my neck, caressing it and trying to catch my breath.

"You fucking whore," he groaned in pain, holding his bleeding part, and I looked at my babies.

"You bitch!" his cries filled the chamber, and I tried to walk towards the babies.

But, he stood up all of a sudden and walked towards them.

"I will not leave you," he threatened, and I shook my head.

He held my hand and pushed me down on the floor. The way my back hit the floor, I could not help but cry out. My bangles broke, and suddenly, he hovered over me and placed his hands on my breast.

I tried to push him away, pushing my hands against his face. But, I was nothing in strength in front of him.

"You should not have used the blade against me. You fucking bitch. My Prince will be happy to know that I ruined you to ashes, that I crumbled Mahabaleshgarh with my own hands, that I ate Samrat's pride," his words sent chills down my spine, and I could not help but cry.

"Don't you dare to do any of this with me? I swear, he will eat all of you," I tried to say, and he slapped right across my face, and I felt hazed.

"Shut the fuck up," he roared, and suddenly, he tore my overcoat, and with all the fights, the babies woke up.

"Humne kaha hume choone ki koshish bhi mat karna, Hume koi nahi choo sakta,"

"I said, do not try to touch me; no one can touch me," I said, and he gripped my neck, and I tried to crawl towards the blade.

He just laughed, and when I tried to push him away, he flipped me on my chest and held my hair in his fist.

A loud cry escaped my lips, and he asked.

"Tell me you are my whore," his words made me feel disgusted, and I gritted my teeth.

"I am Mahabaleshgarh's Queen," I muttered and tried to move my hands closer to the dagger, but he pulled me back, tore my gown off my back, and shifted me on my back.

My teeth gritted my anger.

"Hume choone ki koshish bhi mat karna. Hume choone ka adhikar kisi ko nahi,"

"Do not try to touch me. No one has any right to touch me," I yelled in anger, and he just slapped me again and pushed me down under him.

I pressed my elbow in his face and tried to keep his face away.

"Who sent you here?" I asked again, but he gripped my neck and pulled the cloth down my waist.

I pulled my legs up, breaking into the uncontrollable cries. My screams filled the bedroom, but would not be able to pass the chambers.

"The one who rightly belongs to become a Samrat. The king of Singarh," he breathed, and I immediately tried to push him away, poking my fingers into his eyes and running towards the blade.

He cried out, but before I could reach the blade, he held my feet and pulled me towards him.

"Humne kaha hume choone ki koshish bhi mat karna. Jinhe adhikar hai vo bhi hamare pass aane se pehle hazar baar sochte hai,"

"I said, do not try to touch me. The one who has the right to do so thinks a thousand times before doing it," I roared in anger, but he slapped my cheek again and pushed my face into the floor. I could feel his palm pressing hard against my cheek.

My fingers tickled against the blade.

"Tell me you are my whore," he treated me, and I felt his hands lowering down to my breast.

"I love milking breast. I love to squeeze them and see the milk come out of it," his words enraged me, and I immediately lifted the dagger and put it right into his neck before he could squeeze my breast.

The blood flew free from his neck, dripping over my neck and chest, and I immediately pushed him away. His words stuck in his neck, and I sat up to look into his eyes.

"What did you say? Hn?" I asked, pulling the blade out of his neck, and he cupped his neck, trying to stop the blood.

His eyes were wide open, staring at me.

"I told you not to touch me. Cannot you understand a simple thing?" I could not stop roaring in anger and pushed the blade right into his eyes.

"How do I look now? Hn?" I asked and pulled the blade out to push into his other eyes.

"How does my milking breast look?" I asked, and suddenly, I felt his hand touching my neck.

I gritted my teeth in anger and immediately pulled the dagger out of his eyes and pressed into his neck.

"Humne kaha hame choone ki koshish bhi mat karna. Kitni baar samjhaye. Hame choone ki koshish bhi mat karna. Hume choone ka hak sirf ek ko hai. Sirf ek, Samrat Abhinandan Mahabalesh, samjhe?"

"I said, do not try to touch me. How many times should I repeat? Do not try to touch me. Only one has the right to touch me. And, he is Samrat Abhinandan Mahabalesh. Understand?" I roared in anger and pushed the blade right into his neck again.

The blood pooled around him, and I pulled the blade out and could not forget the moments he held my hair, my cheeks, my neck, and my breast.

My fingers moved themselves, pulling the blade out and sliding in right into his dead flesh.

"Understand?" I asked and pushed it again into his chest.

"Hn?" I pushed it again.

"Maharani," suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

"He is dead," she said, and I could not myself. My anger was out of control, and I immediately stood up and walked towards the bed to pick up his sword.

My blood was boiling, and I immediately pushed the whole sword right into his chest and moved it right through his chest to his stomach.

More blood came out along with his inner organs.

"Humne kaha hume choona mat. Hume kabhi choona mat,"

"I said, do not touch me. Do not ever touch me," I yelled in anger and moved the sword right through his neck, beheading him.

Suddenly, I fell to my back and pulled my knees up to my chest, breaking into cries.

"Maharani," Meenakshi tried to say, holding my shoulders, and I cried even more.

The noise of babies crying echoed hard in the chamber, and I closed my eyes for a moment to calm myself down.

"Babies are crying," I muttered, reminding myself and trying to stand up.

My feet stumbled as I walked toward the cradle and picked up Harsh into my arms. My hand still held the sword, awaiting any more daring to come and touch me.

"Shhhhh! No no, everything is okay. Why are you crying? Aww, shhhh! Calm down. I am here, shhhh!" I tried to hush him down and walked towards the metallic swing kept in my room to feed the babies.

Sitting down, I pulled my one knee up to place the baby on the left side of my lap and lowered my inner to feed him.

"Bring Yash to me," I said in a low voice, and Meenakshi brought him to me as well. I took him in my arms and felt calm down.

Pulling the other side of my inner down, I held him in my hand and pushed my nipple to feed him as well.

They both calmed down as I gently swung. The sword's tip screeched against the floor with the gentle movement.

"Uthao inhe,"

"Wake him up," I said, signaling towards Guruji, and Meenakshi looked into my eyes with fear.

"You are covered in blood. You should not feed the babies," she said in a low voice, and I inhaled deeply, caressing Yash's head gently. The blood stuck on his head, and I just smiled, looking at him suckling on my nipple.

They were so small, so innocent; they only needed my milk and warmth. And I could not stop them from having that in any case.

"Humne kaha, uthao inhe,"

"I said, wake him up," I repeated, and Meenakshi went away from there and brought a shawl to cover me first.

I closed my eyes for a few moments.

I never thought that the person with whom I spent my whole life would do this to me.

"Trisha," he called out as Meenakshi threw a few splashes of water on his face.

"Trisha, I am sorry. I did not know he would do tha—"

"Why did you do this?" I cut him off and looked into his eyes.

He broke into cries all of a sudden and kneeled.

"I am sorry. I did not know. I only thought he was here to threaten you—"

"Did you go to Singarh and ask the King to do this?" I asked, being straightforward, and he shook his head.

"I am sor—"

"I asked you something," I felt the rage building, and he adjoined his hands.

"Please forgive me. I did not know he would do thi—"

"Did you give anything to Samrat?" I asked further, and he broke into even more cries.

"Just answer my questions," I said in a high tone, which he absolutely hated, and he nodded.

"I am sorry. I just wanted to tell you that he is not a great fit for you. He cannot protect you. He is childish, and he is not a great man,"

"Just answer my questions. What did you exactly do?" I asked, and he cried even more.

"Whe... when he told me that he forced you to marry him, I could not feel at ease. I could not fight him; that's why I went to Singarh and worked for them, and in return, I asked the King to teach him a lesson,"

"Why Singarh?" I asked.

"They... hate him. The King wants to become the Samrat," he answered, and I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Aapko tanik bhi sharam nahi aayi. Ye nahi laga ki hamare do chote chote bache hai, abhi Mehal me ek mrityu hui hai, or is shadyantra ki umeed hume aapse katayi nahi thi. Itni himmat kese badh gayi aapki. Apni aukaat kese bhool gaye aap? Abhinandan sirf hamare pati nahi hai, kisi ke bete hai, kisi ke bhai hai, Mahabaleshagarh ke Samrat hai. Kisi doosre Rajya ke saath milkar apne hi Raja ke khilaf Shadyantra. Aap jaante bhi hai is apradh ka dandh,"

"Didn't you feel even a little bit of shame? Did it not occur to you that I have two small children, that there has been a death in the palace, and I never expected such a conspiracy from you? How did you become so bold? How did you forget your place? Abhinandan is not just my husband; he is someone's son, someone's brother, and the emperor of Mahabaleshagarh. Conspiring against your king with another kingdom. Do you even know the punishment for this crime?" I yelled at him, and he shook his head.

"I did not know he would do that," he said, and I closed my eyes to control my anger.

"Singarh will definitely pay for this. But, you... You have to leave now, and never in your wildest dreams have you thought of remembering this day. Behave as if you do not know what happened here. And, if you do otherwise, death will not be the only consequence," I said and signaled Meenakshi to take him away.

"Send him away through the secret passage," I ordered, and she immediately took him away.

I closed my eyes, and when no other man came to my chamber, I threw the sword away and stood up from the swing, holding both my babies in my hand.

Suddenly, Maasa and Daadisa came running.

"Trisha," they called out, stepping inside, and the moment their sight fell on the dead body and the amount of blood in my chamber, they gasped. Daadisa ran towards me.

"What happened? Are you okay?" she asked immediately, wrapping me in a hug.

"Your neck, you are hurt," Maasa said, and I shook my head

And, in no moments, Ashwin also came running.

"Maharani," he stepped in with the naked sword, and everyone looked at me in confusion.

"Nothing; I do not know how he came inside," I said, looking at the dead body.

And, Maasa immediately looked up at me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, caressing my cheek, and I nodded.

"ji," I muttered, and Ashwin immediately ran from there and collected all the soldiers to run the horses to find if any army was to attack us.

"Where is Abhi?" Daadisa asked, and I sat down on the bed, covering myself with the shawl, and gulped.

"He is asleep," I muttered and closed my eyes.

I did not know how to tell them that my father, the man whom I trusted the most, brought this on us. He got our soldiers killed and even my babies.

"Meenakshi," Maasa called out, and I immediately looked up at her.

"Get all this cleaned up, and I should go and see Abhi," Maasa said, and I immediately held her hand.

"Maasa, it is okay now. I am okay. He is tired,"

"What do you mean by tired? His wife is smudged in blood, and he did not even wake up," she raised her voice, and I immediately lowered my gaze.

The new attendees and maids ran in and quickly began to clean up the mess.

"He is on medicine, Maasa. He took sleeping herbs," I tried to say, and she immediately gritted her teeth.

"Who gave him sleeping herbs?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"I do not know. I have to see it," I tried to say, and she was down, holding her head.

"Abhishree, do not worry," Daadisa said and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Trisha, you should go and take a bath. I will clean the babies," she said, and I felt Meenakshi's hand on my shoulder, gently moving me towards the bath.

I stood up and walked in to take the bath.

Glaring at the dead body, I could not help but grit my teeth.

Singarh will have to pay for this.

But I could tell him about my father. I would not.

No matter what, I could not put everything at stake by telling him about all of this.

Stepping inside the bathing room, I stripped my clothes off. The blood on my body began to disgust me. I had not even killed a mouse, and today, I killed a man double my size.

What had I become?

From where did I get all those power?

Standing naked, I stepped into the pool with the cold water.

"Maharani, let the attendees bring the hot water to add first," Meenakshi tried to say, but I sat down and laid back to drown myself under the water.

The only person whom I called my family betrayed me like this. He did not want me to be happy; he just wanted himself to be satisfied.

He never saved me to do good to me; he just saved me to be good in front of other people's eyes.

How could he?

And, Abhi.

How could I tell him my father brought a man to crumble his pride?

How could I tell him that his teacher did that to his wife?

Was everything that happened not enough?

As my breath began to shorten under the water, I came out and pushed my hair back.

I had to protect Abhi.

He could not know about this.

Not yet.

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