The grand hall of Vikramaditya’s palace was adorned with opulent decorations, the golden lights and flowing drapes contrasting sharply with the dark undercurrent of the occasion. Guests gathered, their faces masked with forced smiles, as they prepared for the most anticipated yet grim wedding of the century.
Chandramukhi was led to the altar, her heart heavy with despair. The once vibrant princess now appeared subdued, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and defiance. Her wedding attire, a stunning lehenga, felt like a gilded cage, trapping her in a fate she had not chosen.
Vikramaditya stood at the altar, his demeanor cold and commanding. His gaze, though triumphant, held a glint of dark satisfaction as he prepared to claim his victory.
Chandramukhi:- wh....why you doing this to me? (she stammered, her voice barely a whisper) no one answered her .
Vikramaditya smirked cruelly, enjoying her confusion.
The ceremony continued, Vikramaditya hold the vermillion box and take vermillion from their. he is about to put the vermillion on chandramukhi's head she stopped her and said angrily
chandramukhi:- don't do this don't ruined my life
Vikramaditya ignore her sentence and put vermillion on her head and soon, they were pronounced husband and wife. everyone started to clapping but a tear drop from chandramukhi's eyes
The ceremony proceeded with a sense of foreboding, the traditional rites overshadowed by the oppressive atmosphere.
As the final rituals concluded, the guests offered hesitant congratulations, their eyes betraying a mixture of pity and apprehension. The grand celebration, though lavish, was married by the dark reality of the union.
Vikramaditya dragged Chandramukhi to his palace, her silent sobs echoing in the royal carriage. He ignored her tears, instead reveling in his 'victory'. Once in his palace, he threw her into a luxurious room, locking her in.
The wedding night brought no solace. Vikramaditya’s approach was marked by a mix of possessiveness and cruelty. The night unfolded with a sense of dread, the King’s actions reflecting the dark side of his victory. Chandramukhi, though battered, remained resolute. Her silent resistance was a testament to her unyielding spirit.
Chandramukhi curled up on the plush bed, tears soaking the silk sheets. She was married, not to a loving husband, but to a monster. She recalled Vikramaditya's cruel face, his cold stare, his iron grip on her hand during the ceremony.
Amidst the tumultuous emotions of the wedding, Vikramaditya’s advisor, Raghav, unearthed unsettling information about a potential plot against the King. This revelation added a new layer of tension to the already fraught situation.
Chandramukhi, though trapped, began to understand the broader implications of her forced marriage. Her realization that Vikramaditya’s actions might be part of a larger scheme deepened her resolve. Despite her circumstances, she began to formulate a plan for resistance, her mind racing with strategies and possibilities.
Vikramaditya, meanwhile, found himself increasingly conflicted. The initial satisfaction of his victory began to wane as he confronted the stark reality of his actions. His dark ambitions clashed with the emotional distance between him and his new wife, leading to moments of introspection.
As Chandramukhi plotted her escape, a hidden ally within Vikramaditya’s ranks began to provide her with crucial support. This servant, sympathetic to her plight, offered vital information and aid, setting the stage for future developments.
The chapter ended with new conflicts on the horizon. Vikramaditya’s internal struggles and the looming external threats created a precarious situation, with both sides preparing for the inevitable clash that would shape their destinies.
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