{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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Nandani’s consciousness flickered back to life, drowning in a haze of pain and despair. Bound to the cold, hard ground of a crude earthen hut, she felt the rough ropes biting into her wrists, each tug sending sharp reminders of her captivity. The stench of fear mingled with the earthy scent of damp walls, suffocating her senses. Outside, the mocking laughter of her captors curled around her like a noose, their sadistic glee echoing in her ears.
“Where is your precious prince?”
The heavyset man taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he loomed over her, a dagger glimmering menacingly in his hand.
“Does he even care enough to come looking for you? Or has he abandoned you to your fate, like a worthless pawn?”
Each word cut deeper than the last, igniting the flames of rage within her. She refused to show them the fear clawing at her insides; instead, she clung fiercely to the flicker of hope that burned bright at the thought of Rudra. He would come. He would fight for her.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and a breathless villager stumbled in, panic etched across his face.
“Lights!”
He gasped, urgency crackling in the air. “There’s something happening on the mountain. The prince—he’s here!”
The room fell silent, mockery replaced by sheer terror. The heavyset man’s bravado crumbled as the villagers exchanged frantic glances.
“What do you mean? What have you seen?”
He demanded, voice shaking.
“It’s him!”
The villager shouted, eyes wide with fear.
“He’s coming for her!”
As the realization struck them, Nandani seized her chance. This was her moment—their fear would be her weapon. She focused on the dagger gleaming just beyond her reach, its edge whispering promises of power. With every ounce of determination, she twisted her body, stretching her foot toward the blade, ignoring the agony that flared through her limbs.
Just as the last of the ropes fell away, the villagers rushed back in, their faces pale and trembling.
