Broken Spirit

Mahnoor's voice quivered with desperation, her body trembling as she lay pinned beneath Rudra's crushing weight. The fear that coursed through her veins had reached its peak, her mind spiraling into a haze of panic and regret. Every inch of her ached from his unrelenting grasp, the sting of his anger still fresh on her skin. She could feel the power in his touch, the lethal force behind his rage, and knew she had pushed him too far.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice weak and broken, barely audible under the weight of his fury. "Please, Rudra… I'm sorry. I'll be good. I promise… I'll do whatever you want, just—just let me go. Please have mercy… my prince…"

Her words came out in ragged gasps, tears pooling in her eyes as she pleaded with him, her body writhing beneath his crushing grip. She could feel his hands gripping her arms tightly, the pressure so intense that she feared her bones might snap under his strength. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, the raw power of his serpent blood radiating from him in waves, suffocating her in its wake.

Rudra's face loomed over hers, his eyes glowing with a mixture of fury and hunger. His jaw was clenched, his lips curling in a dangerous snarl as he stared down at her, his body rigid with tension. He didn't speak for a moment, his silence more terrifying than any words he could have uttered. The weight of his anger pressed down on her, his breath hot against her cheek as he leaned in closer.

"Do you think you can just beg for mercy and I'll forgive you?" he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do you think you can erase what you've done with a few pathetic words, Mahnoor? You think you can toy with me? With royalty?"

She shook her head frantically, her vision blurred by tears. "No, no, I don't… I swear, Rudra… I was wrong, I was—" Her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as his grip tightened even more, pain shooting up her arms as his fingers dug into her skin with brutal force.

"I claimed you," he growled, his face inches from hers, his breath ragged with fury. "You're mine, Mahnoor. Mine. And you tried to kill me. Do you have any idea what that means? What I could do to you?"

Mahnoor's heart pounded in her chest, the terror overwhelming her senses. She had never felt so small, so utterly helpless in her life. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to fight, to resist, but she was trapped—ensnared in the coils of a creature far more powerful than any human could comprehend.

"I—please, Rudra…" she sobbed, her voice cracking as her body trembled beneath his. "I'll be good… I'll do whatever you want… just please… don't hurt me…"

His gaze bore into her, unyielding and relentless, and for a moment, she thought he might crush her under the weight of his anger. The tension in the air was suffocating, his raw, primal power filling the room with a darkness that seemed to swallow her whole.

Then, slowly, his grip on her loosened, but not in a way that brought relief. Instead, it felt like the calm before a storm—an eerie quiet that settled over them, filled with the promise of something far worse.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice cold and calculated. "You say you'll be good, but I don't believe you, Mahnoor. You'll say whatever you think will save you. But it won't work. I'm going to break you, just like I said I would. I'll make you beg… I'll make you suffer… until you truly understand what it means to be mine."

Mahnoor whimpered, her body shaking with fear as his words settled deep into her mind. She could feel the weight of his dominance crushing her spirit, the raw power of his will pressing down on her until she could hardly breathe.

Rudra pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her, his gaze filled with a twisted satisfaction. His hands moved from her arms, sliding down her body in a way that made her shudder, his touch cold and possessive. He gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her cheek.

"I'll have mercy," he whispered, his voice soft and venomous, "but only because I want to, not because you deserve it."

Mahnoor let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks. She could feel his breath on her skin, his presence overwhelming and suffocating. There was no escape from him, no way out of the hell she had found herself in.

Her mind raced, trying to find some way to make sense of the nightmare she was trapped in. But no matter how hard she tried, there was only one truth—she was his now. His possession, his slave. And there was no escape.

"Rudra…" she whimpered again, her voice barely audible, her body trembling as he loomed over her.

He gripped her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "What is it, Mahnoor? You're sorry? You'll be good?" His voice dripped with mockery. "I know you will. Because I'll make sure of it."

Before she could respond, he kissed her, hard and unrelenting, his lips crushing against hers with a force that made her wince. His hands roamed her body, gripping her with possessive need, reminding her with every touch that she was his—no longer a free woman, but a prisoner of his will.

She gasped against his lips, tears streaming down her face as she realized the depths of her fate. There was no escape, no way out. Rudra had claimed her, body and soul, and now she was bound to him in ways she could never have imagined.

And as he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes glinting with satisfaction, she knew one thing for certain—this was only the beginning.