LOGINIn a previous Earth of the bygone era. The creatures of the legends walked alongside man. Wizards, witches, sorcerers, and a host of other beings shared our world.The world was divided into 5 continents ruled by some of the greatest nations.The most powerful among these empires was the Vatasya kingdom. Ruled by the ruthless and powerful King Tarekdeo.He had upsurped several kingdoms he is looking for the princess Toshani.The crown Prince Rudra has been assigned with the task of finding her. He has secret of his own. Toshani was his former love. Maya was a warrior who have vowed to kill the tyrant king Tarekdeo and finish his rule. She had lost her family as well as her memory during the raid on her village. When Rudra and Maya came face to face he was shocked by her resemblance to Toshani. However Maya vehemently denied being the lost princess. She couldn't resist him nor his wicked ways.
View MoreShrushaw was sitting in front of a statue, the statue was of a man sitting in a meditative pose. His eyes were closed, a calm serene expression etched on its face."I have failed father, I was unable to save the princess," she sighed, her face etched in a frown.She was in the ruins of the citadel of Attila, one of the oldest learning centre of Shambhala. It was in ruins now like the rest of the country. The token governor of Shambhala was more interested in terrorising the citizens and collecting tax.Shrushaw rummaged through the old parchments, though she knew what she was looking for was already lost"Well, finally found you."She turned immediately at Prahastha's voice."How did you find me?" She asked surprised.He smirked, "tracking magic is one of my speciality, anyway, we need to talk."She looked dejected, "there is nothing to
Toshani woke up, It took her a few seconds to remember where she was and the events of the previous day.She had been brought into what she guessed a castle, then locked up in a luxurious chamber. She was blindfolded until she reached this room which she considered rather necessary, she wasnt planning to run away nevertheless. She sighed as the memories of the earlier night came crashing back to her. Worse yet, she realised that there was an arm wrapped around her waist. Her heart pounding, she searched her memory for an explanation. Assured, that she had no lapse in memory, she concluded that the man must have come to her when she slept. She wriggled out from underneath the muscular arm, slipping to the edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance between herself and the person the arm was attached to. She could easily guess who he was."Good morning Princess," said the voice. There was no need for her to turn around now, she knew that voice.
Toshani brought her arms up, determined to overpower Rudra's sleeping form. Just as she was about to take a swing at him.Her throat was wrapped by his hand and squeezed. Instinctively, her hands clawed at his iron-clad grip, her eyes watering as she gasped for air.His other hand caught her wrist holding the dagger. He twisted her hand behind her forcing her to drop the dagger.Tackling her, he threw her on the bed, pinning her below him. Placing his knees on her stomach he said. "Do not do that again" he hissed. Frantic for air, Toshani nodded rapidly.She stopped struggling, and pleaded," please, I won't do it again.He loosened his grip, staring at her heaving chest. Few pink marks on her body attested their tryst of the previous night. Her lips were still swollen from his kisses."My beautiful scheming Princess. Do you remember our first meeting in Shambala?" He purred while nuzzlin
"No," she whispered, though it was more of a yes."Yes," he stepped in close, pinning her against the wall."Toshani," he whispered in a voice laden with lust.His lips lightly brushed her ears; she could feel his hot breath as it spilt down her neck followed by his grazing lips.The second pass produced soft, open-mouth kisses.The third brought out his tongue to trace the cords of her straining muscles. Her breathing was growing harsh. When his teeth firmly sank into her neck, she slightly arched into him and bit her lip. It did little good to stop the moan deep in her throat. He kissed and sucked the tender flesh drawing more sounds from her.When he lifted his head to gaze down at her, she too looked up at him.She hated him. She had to. But God, he made her ache.She wanted to touch him, glide her nails over the firm flesh of his chest and then dig her nai