Thirst of power

Thirst of power

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"he's your elder brother! The rightful heir of the kingdom. "He turned around furious. His eyes glowing red and his hands itching to silence that voice forever. "The king would never choose you as his heir! "'Now that's enough! ' his rugged fingers from fighting many a wars now gripped the handle to his sword. 'He had had enough of this unruly man.' "prince Chandra! "Afraid that he had to witness another bloodbath tonight in front of his eyes, the minister spoke up. "You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore. "A silence so poignant settled into the room, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace without an army, rarely any income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " "I know a way to overcome these problems." "The sole heiress of Rai chand's.Their coal mines, the business of daimonds could solve all our problems." "But why would they give all that to us?"the prince asked. "Because you would marry his daughter." "goodness!" the ladies gasped. "I bet he would have a hard time at the wedding knowing that at the end of the night, this nymph would be waiting at his bed"an blush crept up her cheeks.But it was all short lived she ran down the steps of her home in a frenzy her bridal attire swishing across the floor. Tears had already stained her cheeks when she reached the aisle.It was all red! The floor, the ceiling, the carpet and the lifeless body of her soon to be husband that lay there, bathed in blood."It's time for us to get married darling!" the prince clasped her hand.

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31 Chapters
Prologue
"It's impossible! "a voice intruppted his roar. "he's your elder brother! The rightful heir of the kingdom. "He turned around furious. His eyes glowing red and his hands itching to silence that voice forever. "The king would never choose you as his heir! "'Now that's enough! ' his rugged fingers from fighting many a wars now gripped the handle to his sword. 'He had had enough of this unruly man.'"prince Chandra! "Afraid that he had to witness another bloodbath tonight in front of his eyes, the minister spoke up. "You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore. "A silence so poignant settled into the room that it became impossible to breathe, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace already. Had no army to back him up and rarely any source of income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " before the idiota's head is disjunctioned from the rest of his b
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Part 1
Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatered for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose MartyPart 1: The world that lays beyond"Here you go! "Dhara presented her the 16 special sweet dishes that had been solely prepared to offer God because of tonight's special occasion. But her petline cheeks were now fallen, glow from the godess like face gone. What with the way the prince was looking at her, his deep piercing hazel orbs gazing at her every moment she had been in his vicinity. Her skin had been prickly under the scrutiny. But above that all what troubled her were her own thoughts. She wanted to get away from that constant gaze as soon as possible today afternoon. Yet the pitful irony that she was there today as his soon to be bride. His bride! Now the hundred pie question was if she isn't able to tolerate his gaze from ten feet away for a afternoon when hundred other guests are present, how is she supposed to tolerate his touch, the same gaz
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Part 2
The zeal which begins with hypocrisy must conclude in treachery; at first it deceives, at last it betrays. -Francis BaconLaying 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 t
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Part 3
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.-Claude Debussy Part 3: The sun must set to rise 'Another sunset! 'He sighed looking at the sinking sun through the small slit of his tent. The buzzing crickets starting to give him a headache now with their continues'turring' sound from the last seven days. What else could he expect from the middle of a wilderness? "Is there some news from maniteek? "He asked. The others in the tent more frustrated than he was!"What else except the fact that the royal army is after you like the hunter dogs? Sniffling around all the time! " the chief, the leader of his supporters spoke. The frustration grew but what grew more was his thirst of power....now that he was chased like a wild pig in a forest, his want to rech to that throne had increased like never before. His eyes moved over the interior of the tent. The rough clothing, the uncomfortable bedding and the slick moist environment...'I disown YOU! 'The words never leaving him, not eve
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Part 4
You have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.-Madeline L'Engle~♡~♡~This evening seemed different than any other evening she had seen in her nineteen years of life. Her home looked more beautiful than she had ever seen it, bathed in golden grandeur, the aura that spoke of wealth, power and elegance all at the same time.Tonight there was not a corner left in darkness. Not an inch of palace that wasn't glowing in the fire litten golden lanterns, hanging in every corridors and rooms and hallways along with the strings of Jasmine and roses covering the walls and ceilings rivaling with those of the most exotic of perfumes in the country.Tonight when every part of the cold, white marble was hidden under the best of Persian rugs and carpets and every pillar had paired silken drapery around them. The villa no more looked like the cold, empty house that she had resided in, throughout her life with her father.The interior was far from old despite the freezing temperatu
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Part 5
 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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Part 6
 A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband. -Michael de MontaigneThe swift wind passing around them did nothing but to increase her palpitations and chill for two reasons so far. One, that the horse was galloping at a break neck speed inside so thick a forest within blind darkness that at each turn Devika feared that they were going to smash straight into a tree. And for the second and the major factor for her discomfort were two rough strong hands and a warm hard chest that was eating away her sanity. Her breath fell in pants, each time he pulled the reins of the horse, almost deliberately brushing across her bare skin of waist. And THAT was making her increasingly uneasy. They rode so fast that the others were left far-far behind because she could no more hear the gallops of other horses. And after what felt like eons later the torture finally stopped as he kicked the side of the horse and with a soft neigh it came to a complete standstill. It was a
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Part 7
If you need Violence to enforce your ideas, then those ideas are worthless. -AnonymousA lady who had always been amongst the cream of the society, had been pampered like princess and had been raised like one as well, it was no doubt appalling to envision herself living here in such a sickening and repulsive habitat. For what she saw inside the tent was nothing compared to the scene outside. A dwelling garbage of stinking unwashed laundry, empty bottle of beers, residues of cigars and numerous maps rolling across the length of the tent.It was very small place and consisted of nothing but a thick mattress consuming half of it and a glass lantern by its side, which was still glowing, but its golden flames did little to illuminate the dark place.'It was still very dark for her! 'She had barely removed one or two of his dirty shirts from the mattress to make space for her to sit when she was graced with the presence of her arrogant drunkard husband of two hours. "Oh I see....you
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Part 8
 I write fiction because it's a way of making statements I can disown.-Tom StoppardShe was still in her wedding attire except the fact that she had gotten rid of the jewels and golds. Leaving those precious pieces of stones for the hungry prince. 'Perhaps he could buy another mattress with this!'she had scoffed taking out her strings of pearls and depositing them in a corner. She would never see them again because she would not be coming back. For now the bandage over her head would have to do as her new adornment. Rubbing her face vigorously after splashing a cauldron of water, her fingers stopped short by the towel lying beside. She looked at it for the second time, although it looked clean but she could only imagine how frequently these men wash their towels now that she had seen the dirty laundry of the prince himself. So she decided better. With a corner of her veil she patted her skin dry. She had no mirror or comb and she wasn't going to ask for one hence, not botheri
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Part 9
 "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
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