Author's POV
Pragya and Samrat have been abducted by their adversary, Mehek. Mehek, Samrat's former spouse, initially married him for his wealth and had a secret lover. However, after her lover's betrayal, she returned to Samrat, who was by then deeply in love with Pragya, his new office colleague. Rejecting his ex-wife's advances, he chose to be with Pragya, a woman of modest means. Mehek has since been a constant source of trouble for the pair, yet their love remains unshakable. Today, Mehek has trapped them in a water hole from which escape seems impossible.
PRAGYA'S POV
All hope has abandoned me. Mehek, Samrat's ex-wife, has cast us into a water hole. Samrat is desperately trying to find a way out. But I cannot swim, and it is he who clutches my waist, struggling to keep me afloat."My love, we've overcome so much. Don't fear; we'll survive this too. We'll marry and have children," Samrat assures me, his words a lifeline of hope. Yet, I've surrendered to despair."Samrat, to die alongside you is a stroke of fortune," I confess, weariness overwhelming me, the water threatening to claim me."Don't speak of dying, my love. We will escape," he insists. After that, my memory falters, and darkness takes hold.
SAMRAT'S POV
That witch trapped us in this water hole. I have no idea how to escape. The hole is very deep, and it's night. No one will rescue us. The situation is made worse because Pragya can't swim, so I must hold her, or she'll drown. Oh lord, I beg for a miracle. We cannot endure this. I pray silently."My love, we've overcome so much. Don't worry, we'll get through this too. We'll marry and have children," I reassured her. She was utterly spent. We hadn't even eaten lunch. I could see the fatigue on her face, which is why I offered her hope."Samrat, to die with you would be fortunate," she whispered weakly. I did everything to comfort her. What should I do?"Don't talk like that, love. We'll get out of here," I insisted. But then she fainted in my arms, sending me into a panic. I cried out for help, but no one came. I couldn't bear to watch Pragya die in my embrace. I kept shouting. Finally, someone opened the top of the hole, and I saw a lady with a jar. She seemed like an angel sent by the almighty to save us."Ma'am, please help us," I yelled. Then, I noticed a flashlight from her mobile."Who are you? Why are you down there?" she inquired. I was too distraught to respond."Ma'am, we're trapped. Please help us," I begged.She hurried away and summoned some men who used a rope to pull us out. I secured the rope around my waist and held Pragya in a bridal carry. The men hoisted us up."Thank you so much, Ma'am," I expressed my gratitude quickly, then focused entirely on Pragya. "Pragya, please wake up, my dear. Look, we're out of the hole," but she didn't stir. My panic grew."Someone, a phone, please," I requested from the crowd around us. I received one and immediately called Abhimaan, my younger brother."Hello, Abhi, it's me, Samrat," I announced."Samrat? Where are you, brother?" he yelled into the phone. It seemed they were worried about me and Pragya too. I gave him our location and ended the call.Minutes later, Abhi and my family arrived. We rushed Pragya to the hospital. Her family got there as well. Aunt Simran, her mother, was in tears. I recounted our survival from the hole, leaving everyone astonished.Meanwhile, my father, Mr. Suraj, pressed charges against Mehek as the doctor concluded Pragya's examination. The doctor's smile brought me comfort."Don't worry, she's all right now. And fortunately, I have some great news for you," the doctor began, making me all ears. He went on, "She's two months pregnant." What! My joy was overwhelming.
PRAGYA'S POV
Today marks a new beginning. Just days ago, I doubted I would ever see this day, but here I am, a bride awaiting my hero. I may not be a history student, but I adore the tales where princes rescue and cherish their princesses—oh, how sweet. Just like my hero did recently.But today, I am not only a bride; I am also an expectant mother. That day, when I fainted, Samrat rushed me to the hospital, where we learned I am two months pregnant. Today, I will officially become Mrs. Samrat Choudhary. Mehek will no longer be an issue, as she has been arrested.'Why is he taking so long? He should be here by now. Should I call him? No, I've waited six years; I can wait another six minutes,' I thought. Bored of waiting, I wandered into our home library. My mother, an author, shares my love for reading, which explains the 1500 books we own. Drawn to her workspace, I picked up a book titled "If Cruelty had a Face," featuring an anciently dressed Chinese man on the cover."Can cruelty be this beautiful?" I mused with a chuckle, opening the book to satisfy my curiosity, only to encounter the unexpected.