{Eclipsed Series #1}
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Eclipsed Ardent Affection~The Tragedy In The Sands Of Chronicles
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I lost consciousness momentarily and then saw a woman with her back to me, holding...
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The screams of my people, both from Shamsher Garh and Pratap Garh, reverberated through my mind, a cacophony of agony that shattered my heart. The cries seemed to blend, creating a haunting symphony that underscored my profound sense of helplessness and sorrow. These were the people I had sworn to protect, individuals I had never discriminated against, regardless of their allegiance. Yet now, their torment was palpable, each scream a dagger to my soul.
In the darkness that enveloped my senses, I found myself grappling with an overwhelming sense of disorientation. The world around me seemed to dissolve into a void, leaving only the harrowing sounds of despair. My vision blurred, reducing everything to an indistinct haze. Amidst this sensory overload, a vivid image pierced through the fog—a memory, perhaps a hallucination—of my father.
He appeared before me, his form illuminated in stark relief against the encroaching darkness. His face bore the solemn dignity I had always admired, but now it was contorted in pain. My heart clenched as I watched a figure, his face obscured by a red cloth, approach my father with deadly intent. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion; the assailant drew a blade and plunged it into my father's chest. Time seemed to stretch as I tried to scream, but no sound emerged from my lips.
The assailant, having completed his grisly task, removed the red cloth from his face. To my utter disbelief and horror, it was Yuvraj—my Yuvraj. His eyes, usually so full of warmth, were now cold and unrecognizable.
"हमने कहा था के हम अपने बाबा का बदला लेंगे! ले लिया!"
"I told you I would avenge my father. I have."
His words echoed with a chilling finality, the betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. I stood there, paralyzed by the shock, my mind reeling. As if to twist the knife further, the faces of my brothers materialized before me, their expressions frozen in terror, their bodies drenched in blood. I reached out, desperate to touch them, to confirm their presence, but they vanished like specters.
A searing pain jolted me from my stupor. I turned, seeing Yuvraj standing behind me, a knife gleaming in his hand. He drove it into my heart with merciless precision. The agony was indescribable, not just from the physical wound but from the realization that the one I loved was the architect of my demise. Tears streamed down my face as I looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of the man I once knew.
