"How can you do this?" she shreiked as he forcefully fed her the poison. She had her grasp on her soul weapon 'Surili - the devine flute' ;but its condition was no better than a broken pipe now. She was weaponless, powerless, helpless, before the giant man who stood there enjoying the show of her demise.
"You know what, this is your actual place - below my foot. You are no more useful to me, so better stay in your limits." Saying so Mahish turned around and without sparing another glance at a certain miserable presence strode out of the room.
She desperately looked at the receding back of the man....... the man whom she thought loved her the most..... the man for whom she even killed her suiters.... the man whom she offered her life.... Mahish Rao Fauzdaar.
A sudden pain arose in her chest as if someone was squeezing her heart. She felt suffocated. Tears began to form in her eyes, blurring her vision. The light slowly started fading away.
........ Early in the morning, by a lush green pasture, seated on a big stone was a deity like young man watching over the grazing sheeps and shepherd........ A dark night in the forest, on blood splattered grounds was the young man, now in tattered and stained clothes. Covered with the blood flowing from his own wounds, he looked sad. "Even if you love someone else and kill me, .... I will love you. I am waiting....." saying so the he collapsed.
...."I will always follow you, Sarkar" said the young lass....... The same girl was now being cornered and raped by five masked men. Unable to withstand it the girl committed suicide by jumping in the valley.
Light returned in the room and the lady found herself remincing the trajic death scenes of her people - Vikram Rao Mohite and Chitra ...
The lady was ... ANAMIKA...
The only daughter of renowned Army General- Vishwas Rao Sawant, Anamika was famous as an all rounder brilliant beauty. Being the only child she was pampered and spoiled by her parents. She chose to love the wrong person and fell into her current situation.
She knew that the poison which Mahish fed to her will soon start working and she will die. The guards and maids who were instructed to keep an eye on her were expecting her to be wailing, crying and cursing. But their eyes showed them some other scenario. Her eyes were reddened but the tears had long ago dried up. She sat in traditinal Indian posture emitting a revengeful aura. Hatred, anger, regret, sadness,..... were all bottled up within her but her face showed only a calm yet malicious smile.
Before drifting into eternal slumber she voiced out, " I ANAMIKA will surely return your favours Mahish"