The sky is full of black smoke. A big house is burning in front of her eyes. Fire is eating everything walls, furniture, memories. The bright flames make the night glow like it’s day, but the air is heavy and dangerous

A woman stands near the house, her hands shaking. Her eyes are wide in shock, her lips are dry. In her arms, a newborn baby is crying loudly. He is just born his tiny body cold, his eyes shut tightly, his voice full of fear

Without thinking much, the woman takes the end of her saree and gently wraps it around the baby. Her hands are soft, but her touch is full of urgency. The moment her skin touches his tiny back, the baby slowly stops crying. It’s the first time someone touches him with care, the first time he feels warmth

The woman looks at the burning house once more. Her heart is breaking, but she turns away. She holds the baby close to her chest and starts running. Her bare feet hit the ground hard as she runs into the dark jungle. The trees are tall and the path is full of thorns, but she doesn’t stop

The wind is strong. Her saree flies behind her, and dry leaves crack under her feet. Her breath is loud, but her focus is clear save the baby. Suddenly, she hears something behind her. Footsteps. Fast ones. Someone is following her

Her heart skips a beat, but she doesn’t turn around. She hugs the baby tighter and runs faster. Branches scratch her face, stones hurt her feet, but nothing matters. The jungle is dark, scary, and full of danger. But she keeps moving

The baby is silent now, sleeping peacefully in her arms. He doesn’t know how many people want to kill him. He doesn’t know the danger around him. But she knows. And she doesn’t care about her life anymore

All she wants now is to protect this child. To keep him alive… even if it means losing everything. The sharp rocks dig deeper into her bare feet with every desperate step. Blood stains the forest floor, mixing with dirt and dried leaves, but she doesn’t flinch

Her breath is ragged, her legs tremble, yet her grip on the newborn never loosens. The cold wind bites her skin, her torn saree flutters wildly behind her like a flag of rebellion but she doesn’t stop. Pain is just a shadow now her only focus is survival

Suddenly, the eerie silence of the jungle is shattered by a terrifying sound the loud roar of a car engine, far too close. Her heart skips a beat. Her eyes dart through the darkness, searching. Is it them? Are they here already? Panic grips her chest like a fist

She doesn’t wait to find out. Adrenaline explodes in her veins, and she bolts forward, ignoring the searing pain in her feet, the screaming in her lungs. Branches whip her arms, thorns tear at her skin, but then like a miracle the trees part

A grey ribbon of road stretches ahead under the pale moonlight. The highway. A way out. Her lips part, and for the first time in what feels like forever, a smile tugs at her face. She slows for a second and looks down at the baby in her arms

Gently, she pulls the edge of the cloth away from his face. He blinks up at her, his eyes a strange, stormy grey calm and innocent, unaware of the blood, the fire, the danger he was just born into. And then, softly, he smiles. A broken laugh escapes her lips, half sob, half relief. He’s alive. He’s safe. For now.

But the moment shatters as headlights slash through the trees a car is coming. Fast. Without thinking, she gathers all her remaining strength and sprints toward the road

Her feet slip on gravel, her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop. The car’s engine grows louder closer the wind from it rushes past her. She waves one hand wildly, clutching the baby with the other, her voice rising into the night, desperate and loud.

"Gaadi rokiye please"

(Stop the car please)

This is it her only chance to save him. One step then another. And then the blinding lights of the car catch her fully, freezing her in the middle of the road, as the world holds its breath

The tires screech loudly as several black cars come to a sudden stop, surrounding the woman from all sides. Bright headlights blind her for a moment, making the trees behind her disappear into shadows. Her heart pounds in her chest like a drum

She clutches something tightly against her chest, holding it as if her life depends on it. Her saree sticks to her skin, wet from sweat and blood, and her breath comes in sharp gasps. She looks around she’s trapped

From the biggest car, a door opens slowly. A tall man steps out. His face is calm, but not in a peaceful way calm like a quiet storm before it explodes. His eyes are cold, unreadable. He walks toward her slowly, each step heavy, making the ground beneath him feel tense

The woman stands her ground, her fingers still gripping the bundle close to her heart. Without saying a word, the man suddenly raises his hand and slaps her hard. The sound echoes in the night. Her head jerks to the side and she falls backward onto the rough road with a loud thud

The bundle in her arms slips away and rolls to the ground. Pain shoots through her body, but she doesn’t scream. She simply lies there, staring up at the sky. The man doesn’t even look at her. He kneels and quickly unwraps the cloth. And then his eyes widen.

It’s not a baby.....It’s just a pillow.

His entire face changes. His jaw tightens. His eyes burn with fury. His hands clench into fists as rage rises in him like fire. He turns to look at her again, his face now filled with pure anger

He grabs her by the neck and lifts her slightly from the ground, choking her with both hands. His veins pop out on his arms, and his teeth clench tightly. The woman’s face turns red, her breath caught in her throat, but still she doesn’t panic

Instead, she stares into his eyes with a smirk. A small, cold smile. A smile that says she’s not afraid. She can die right here, right now… and she won’t care. Because whatever he’s looking for She’s already hidden it. And he’s too late

"Vo baccha kaha hai"

(Where is that baby)

He shout loudly and leave her neck making her cough badly but the smirk didn't fall from her face, she start laughing making his eyes darkened. Even the guards felt shiver seeing the dare of the woman infront of them

"Tujhe baccha chahiye.... Teri aukaad hai uss bacche ko chune ki. Bol na.... Ek mamuli bodyguard ki aukaad hai ek Rajkumar ko chhune ki"

(You want the child.... Do you have the authority to touch that child. Tell me... Do a mere bodyguard have authority to touch the prince)

She said with a dark smirk and he hold her hairs tightly while she is laughing darkly. He take his face closer to her and whisper in his dark voice

"Mai usse dhundh lunga aur jaan se maar dunga"

(I'll find him and kill him)

"Dhundega to vo tujhe aur aesi maut dega ki Tera pura khandaan kaapega. Intezaar karna uska.... Samraat singh Shekhawat..... "

(If he finds you, he will kill you in such a way that your whole family will shiver. Wait for him.... Samraat Singh Shekhawat.....)

She spat on his mouth and he darkly chuckle after hearing her words, he softly caress her face making her look towards another direction not wanting to get touched by him. He pull her closer making his dark eyes meet with her brown ones than said

"Pyaar karta hu tujhse lekin tune kabhi mera pyaar nahi dekha, mai tujhe marte hue nahi dekh sakta.... Aarna"

( I love you but you never saw my love, I can't see you dying.... Aarna)

She painfully smile after hearing his words, he look at his man's who look down than he stare at her who's eyes are getting teary. He closed his eyes and start kissing her making her froze than he stabbed her with his favourite dragger making her groan in pain

She laugh while he hugged her and continue stabbing her without showing any mercy, his eyes darkened as he twisted the dragged inside her. She hold his shoulder and said the last words of hers without dying

"I was pregnant with your baby"

Fear spread all over his face after hearing her words, he look at her who is smiling and shout at his man to bring the car. He pick her up in his arms but she...died

"Gaadi lekar chal mujhe apni jaan ko hospital le jana hai"

(Start the car I have to take my life to the hospital)

He shout at his most trusted man who look down making his eyes slightly widened, he look at her who died in his arms while smiling. He fall on his knees while still holding her, a tear drop from his eyes and fall on her stomach which still have the dragger on it

He look at her eyes which are still opened and he slowly close them, his eyes fall on the pendant on her neck. He softly kissed her forehead and hold her tightly in his arms feeling his tears dropping from his eyes, he never thought he will kill the woman for whom he destroyed many people's

Tears stream down the man’s face as he looks at her. His hands tremble, and his lips quiver as he whispers her name again and again, hoping somehow she would answer but she doesn’t. She can’t. His heart feels like it’s breaking inside his chest

She was the woman he loved the most. And today… he killed her with his own hands. His arms wrap around her tightly, refusing to let go. His shoulders shake, and for the first time in his life, the powerful, fearless man who burned down kingdoms… cries like a helpless child

Memories flash in his mind her smile, her laughter, the way she used to look at him with soft eyes. The way she used to beg him to stop choosing violence. To choose love. His guards stand silently behind him

None of them speak. One by one, they lower their heads and slowly kneel down. Even they can feel the pain in the air. The man lets out a broken cry, loud and painful, like a roar from his soul.

“Why...I gave you everything. I destroyed the entire Kingdom for you"

He did. He burned the entire kingdom, turned cities into ashes just for her happiness. Just to make a place where she could live safely, freely, with him. But she never wanted power.

She never wanted a ruined kingdom. She just wanted peace And when she couldn’t get that she chose to die instead of staying with him. Now, she lies silent in his arms, and he is left with nothing

Not even forgiveness. Only her lifeless body… and the fire inside him that can no longer be controlled. Tonight, he didn’t lose a war. He lost her. And with her, he lost himself...

The Mercedes moves smoothly on the silent road, its headlights glowing softly in the early morning light. Inside the car, everything is calm almost peaceful. The man sits behind the wheel, his hands steady as he drives. But his eyes often glance at the rearview mirror, drawn again and again to the sight behind him

His wife sits in the back seat, wearing a beautiful royal saree that glows softly under the light. Her earrings sway gently as she moves, and a smile lights up her face a real, warm smile

Her eyes are fixed on the tiny baby in her arms, whom she cradles like the most precious thing in the world. Her fingers move slowly over his soft cheeks, and she gently hums an old lullaby, lost in the moment.

For a second, the man forgets he’s driving. His heart feels warm full. After five long years of marriage, filled with silence, pain, and distance… this is the first time he sees his wife truly smiling. Not out of formality, not to hide sadness but because her heart is full

And the reason for her happiness is lying quietly in her arms ... a baby who suddenly came into their lives like a whisper of hope. His thoughts drift back to the night before. That woman… the one who gave them this baby

She was weak, her clothes torn, blood on her hands and feet. Her voice was shaking, but her eyes were full of determination. She held out the newborn with trembling arms and begged them begged them to take the child far away. To protect him. To save his life

And with the baby, she gave them a small pendrive, tightly wrapped in cloth, hidden with care.

"Hamaare paas time nahi hai, vo isse maar dega. Aap isse le jaiye yaha se "

(I don't have time, he will kill him. Take him from here)

The man could never forget the look in her eyes fear mixed with hope. Her body was bruised and weak, her breaths slow, but all she cared about was the baby. Her condition made it clear she had run far, escaped danger, maybe even death, just to give this child a chance to live. She gave the baby to them and runaway with the pillow kept in there car

He looks at the baby again through the mirror. The little boy is now sleeping peacefully in his wife’s arms, unaware of the danger he was born into. Unaware of the woman who gave her life just to keep him safe.

The man’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. He doesn’t know who the child really is. Or why people are after him. But one thing is clear this baby has brought a new life into theirs. A silent promise is made in that moment.

No matter what happens....He will protect him. And so will she who hold the baby like it's the most precious thing in the world, the baby's grey eyes shine under the moonlight as he try to look around

"Vo hamaare saath kyu nahi aai"

(Why she didn't come with us)

She asked her husband with confusion, the woman refused to go with them and went back to the forest. He sigh not knowing what to say, he stop the car near a small dhaba and turn around to stare at them

"Aaj Jo bhi hua vo bhul jao, ye baccha hamara hai.... Hamara beta"

(Forgot whatever happened today, this is our baby....our son)

Her eyes slightly widened after hearing his words, in the marriage of five years he never say the words like that because she can never become a mother even after trying everything

She looks at the small baby who's hand hold her finger tightly . His grip is very tight comparing to the thing that he is newly born, she softly smile and said

"Unhone kaha tha iska naam adhiraj hai...aaj se ye hamara beta hai... adhiraj rawat.... Chandravarta rajya ka Rajkumaar"

(She told that his name is adhiraj, from today onwards he is our son....adhiraj rawat...prince of chandravarta kingdom)

The morning sun shines softly over the ,land, but there is no warmth left in this place. The once beautiful mansion now stands in ruins. The grand walls are black with soot, the roof is half fallen, and expensive things that once filled the halls gold frames, silk curtains, crystal lights are now nothing but ashes

The smell of smoke still hangs in the air. Not a single sound can be heard, except the slow footsteps of a man walking into the burnt mansion. His eyes move around slowly, taking in the destruction

His shoes crush broken glass and burnt wood as he steps deeper inside. Everything is gone. Everything is ruined. He walks into a large room once full of life and laughter now filled with silence and death And then he sees them.

Skeletons. Burned bodies. So many, lying across the floor. Some are holding each other. Some are close to the door, as if they had tried to escape. His chest tightens. He looks away, but something catches his eye..... one body, lying alone near the back of the room. It’s half covered in ashes, but something shiny glows in the sunlight

He walks slowly toward it, his heart beating fast. As he gets closer, he sees it clearly a pendant hanging around the burnt neck. Somehow, the fire didn’t melt it. The chain is blackened, but the pendant shines untouched, like it’s holding a memory

His hands shake as he bends down. His fingers gently touch the pendant. And in that moment, he knows.....It’s her. Tears stream down his cheeks, falling silently onto the ashes. His heart burns with pain, worse than any fire. He holds the pendant in his hand, pressing it against his forehead, as if hoping to feel her again even for a second

"Agar tumne hame chuna hota to aaj tum Zinda hoti Samaira"

(If you had chosen me then you would have been alive today Samaira)

The sky is covered with grey clouds. The wind is silent, and everything feels heavy like the world itself is mourning. In the middle of the cremation ground, a wooden pyre is ready. Flowers are placed around it, and in the center lies her lifeless body

She is wrapped in a white cloth, her face calm, as if she’s sleeping peacefully. But this sleep will never end. Samraat Singh Shekhawat stands in front of her, his eyes red, his clothes stained with dust and ash

His hands are shaking as he holds a small box of red vermillion the sindoor that a husband fills in his wife’s hair. The priest watches him closely, confused and scared. Everyone knows the truth.... Samraat killed her with his own hands.

But now… he is here, at her funeral. Not as a killer. Not as a king. But as a broken man. He steps closer to her. His heavy boots crush the dry flowers on the ground. He stand beside her body and gently brushes her hair back from her forehead

Then, with trembling fingers, he takes a pinch of sindoor and slowly fills the parting of her hair. The red color stands out brightly against her pale skin.

Gasps are heard from behind. The priest's eyes widen in shock. He has never seen a man do this especially not after causing the death of the woman he loved. But he doesn’t say anything

He knows better than to speak when Samraat’s eyes hold that kind of pain. Samraat places the sindoor box beside her head and walk backward. His legs feel weak, but he forces himself to move

He takes the fire stick from the priest, not waiting for any prayers or rituals. Without a word, he walks to the pyre and lights the wood. The fire catches quickly. Flames rise around her body, crackling loudly in the quiet air. The white cloth begins to burn

The flowers turn to ash. Slowly, her body disappears into the fire. Samraat doesn’t move. He just stares at the flames, tears streaming down his face. His jaw tightens, his fists clench, but he doesn’t speak. His heart is burning inside, much like the fire in front of him.

“I wanted to be the king of hell,” he whispers under his breath. “But she… she chose heaven.”

He looks up at the sky as the smoke rises, carrying her soul far away from him. She chose freedom. She set herself free from his power, his pain, his world. She went to a place where he can never reach her… not with fire, not with force, not even with love. And all that remains with him now…is silence and hate

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