Royal Beast's salvation

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Nishita's POV:

The sun beat down relentlessly upon the vibrant streets of Jaipur, casting a golden hue over the bustling city. I walked with purpose through the winding alleys, the rhythmic clack of my heels against the cobblestones echoing in the warm afternoon air. Around me, the vibrant colors of the Pink City came alive, a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds that never failed to captivate me.

As I made my way through the throngs of people, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing stirring within me. Longing for a sense of belonging, for a place to call my own in a world that often seemed so vast and indifferent. Born into privilege yet orphaned at a young age, I had grown accustomed to the whispers and stares that followed me wherever I went, reminders of the gulf that separated me from my wealthy but distant relatives.

The Rajput Mansion loomed ahead, its grand facades bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. It was a fortress of tradition.

My name is Nishita Rajput, and this mansion, with its towering gates and imposing facade, has been my refuge and my prison since childhood. Orphaned at a young age, I was taken in by distant relatives who saw me not as family, but as an inconvenience, a reminder of their obligation to care for the unwanted remnants of my parents' legacy.
As I walked through the sunlit corridors, memories of my parents flooded my mind, their faces fading in and out of focus like ghosts from a distant past. I could still hear the sound of my mother's laughter, the gentle lilt of her voice as she sang me to sleep with ancient lullabies passed down through generations.
But those memories were nothing more than whispers now, fading echoes of a life that once was. In their place stood the harsh reality of my existence: a life governed by duty and expectation, where every smile was a mask and every word a lie.

I had always been different from the other girls of my age, with their laughter and their gossip, their dreams of love and marriage. While they dreamed of princes and fairy tales, I dreamed of scalpels and stethoscopes, of saving lives and making a difference in a world that seemed intent on tearing itself apart.

At twenty-one, I had already achieved what many considered impossible: a degree in medicine, earned through years of relentless study and unwavering determination. But even as I stood on the brink of a promising career, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that there was a void within me that no amount of success could ever hope to fill.
It was in those moments of quiet reflection that I found solace in the halls of the mansion, surrounded by the echoes of a past long gone. But even here, in the heart of my ancestral home, I was not immune to the cruelty of those who saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their game of power and prestige.

My relatives, with their haughty airs and disdainful glances, made no secret of their contempt for me, their words like daggers aimed at the heart. They reminded me daily of my status as an outsider, an interloper in their world of privilege and luxury, a reminder of the stain on their impeccable reputation.
But despite their cruelty, I refused to let their words break me, refused to let them see the pain that lurked behind my mask of indifference. For beneath the facade of strength and resilience lay a heart burdened by longing, a soul yearning for love and acceptance in a world that seemed intent on denying me both.

Getting up to the annoying sound of the alarm at 3 am is nothing new to me, well you heard it right at freaking 3 am, in my defense I have been doing this for the past 11 years. Ahhhh I have no time to think about all this, so I quickly woke up and folded my favourite blanket which has 2 holes in it now, my papa baught that when we were living in UK and I have been using it as a bed from past 11 years, since no one has the heart or budget to get me a mattress at least, thinking of papa and mumma, the way they treated me as a glass doll and the love they have showered on me bought back the tears in my eyes, but I can not waste my time crying, if I were a second late in doing all the chores they won't give me food, i can't afford that, I need energy as my finals of mbbs just completed and needed to travel all the way to a village in Rajasthan tomorrow , thinking all these I quickly rushed into the washroom to have a bath.