Ep 2 - The chaotic memories
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Hey patoties welcome back
Previously -
**The mysterious girl. The one he’d seen just once, slipping through a crowded temple courtyard like a vision carved from moonlight. The anklet had fallen then, unnoticed by her… claimed by him.
He raised the glass of whiskey to his lips again, exhaling a quiet sigh that fogged the rim. His empire was built on blood and fear. Yet tonight, with silver chains resting against his palm, Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh was haunted not by enemies or betrayal—but by a girl whose face he couldn’t forget.
And in his world, anything he couldn’t forget… he would claim.**
Now continued...
The bells of the Shiv temple thundered, the chant of “Om Namah Shivaya” rolling like waves over stone walls. Incense curled in the air, heavy with sandalwood and ghee. Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh stood tall before the great Shiva Lingam, dressed in a white kurta, rudraksha beads circling his wrist. His palms moved with practiced reverence as he poured water over the black stone.
For all his ruthlessness, for all the fear he commanded, here he was nothing but a devotee. Before Shiv, even kings bowed.
But then—amidst the rhythm of bells and prayers—another sound cut through. Not divine, not sacred. A voice. Fierce. Feminine. Flaming.
Yuvraj’s head turned ever so slightly, eyes narrowing toward the temple doors. Through the swirl of smoke and chants, he saw her silhouette.
A girl.
Samruddhi Oberoi - FL
Her beige anarkali swayed with every sharp movement, red petals embroidered across the fabric as though fire bloomed around her. Her dupatta slipped carelessly, bangles clashing against her wrists, anklets chiming with every stomp of her foot. And her voice—sweet, sharp, utterly intoxicating—rolled like thunder in the courtyard.
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“Haath kaise lagaya!?? Himmat kaise hui tumhari?”
she barked, shoving the man back with a force that made the crowd gasp.
("How did you touch me!?? How dare you?")
Samruddhi Oberoi - FL
Gasps spread through the crowd. The man stumbled, muttering excuses. But she wasn’t done. Her chin tilted higher, words laced with fury:
Samruddhi Oberoi - FL
“Samjhta kya ho apne aap ko? Tumhare jaison ko sabak sikhana hi padta hai! vaise bhi latton ke bhoot baaton se thodi mante hai...”
(“What do you think of yourself? People like you have to be taught a lesson! After all, some demons only understand when they’re beaten, not spoken to…”)
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"Agar aurat Devi Parvati hai toh vho devi kali bhi hai... dikhao mera raudra roop!?.." *she holds the man's collar.*
(“If a woman can be Devi Parvati, she can also be Devi Kali… Do you want me to show you my wrathful form?”)
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Yuvraj’s hand stilled over the silver pot of water. He was no longer in the ritual. His family’s chants blurred into noise behind him. His world had narrowed—focused only on her.
*in mind* Who is she?
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He couldn’t see her face, only her back, but her energy… it crackled, alive, untamed. She was chaos, fire born from the earth, daring anyone to silence her.
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*in mind* And still… her voice.
Sweet as honey, sharp as poison. Siren. Addicting. Mine.
Samruddhi Oberoi - FL
She shoved the man one final time, her bangles jangling, her dupatta whipping around her like a banner of war. Then she turned, storming away. The crowd parted instinctively, murmuring at her audacity, but she didn’t care. The bells of her anklets chimed against the stone steps—delicate, defiant, unforgettable.
Something slipped then—a silver anklet, falling unnoticed in her fury.
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Yuvraj’s eyes caught the glint. He got up and walked forward, his fingers curling around it. Cool, fragile, yet pulsing with her presence.
He stared at the anklet in his palm, lips tightening
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*in mind* Fierce. Fiery. Untamed. No one dares raise their voice in my world… but you? You roared in front of Mahadev himself.
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He closed his fist slowly, knuckles whitening.
*In mind* You don’t know me yet, little storm. But I know this—anything that burns this bright… belongs to me.
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And when he finally looked up, she was gone. Vanished into the crowd. Leaving only the echo of her voice, the memory of her fire, and the anklet that now lay trapped in the hands of Rajasthan’s most dangerous king.
The memory slipped away as slowly as the whiskey burning down his throat. The temple bells, her voice, her storm—they faded, but never fully. They lived in him, seared into his blood like an unshakable curse.
The crystal glass clinked softly against the table as he set it down, his gaze fixed on the delicate silver anklet still resting in his palm. His thumb traced the tiny curves of its design, as though searching for her touch in the cold metal.
For a man who owned empires, who had crushed kingdoms of men beneath his will, this—this fragile chain—felt like his most dangerous possession. Not because it was delicate, but because it belonged to her.
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His jaw tightened. A quiet sigh escaped him, though it carried no weariness—only hunger.
"You burned into my memory without even showing me your face, little storm…"
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He leaned back into the recliner, the shadows of his vast chamber swallowing him whole, the anklet glinting like moonlight in his dark palm.
Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh did not believe in accidents. He believed in destiny. And destiny had set her fire in his path.
Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh-ML
His lips curved into the faintest smile, elegant yet dangerous.
“Ab tum meri ho,” he murmured to the empty room, voice low, velvety, final. “Chahe tum jaanti ho… ya nahi.”
("You are now mine"
"even if you want it or not")
Outside, the palace slept under the desert moon. But inside, a king had chosen his next conquest.
And the storm had already begun.
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Sindi S Mahulauw'Riry
I have so many questions, can't wait for more updates!
2025-08-25
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