12-04-2026, 05:50 PM
Their car was now ascending the hill just before Rajpura. It was on this very road that Yudhvir had met with his accident. Did these people have a hand in that as well? It was right at the next bend that his car had plunged into the ravine below. Before killing Jabbar, they would demand an answer to this very question.
Kallan had regained consciousness. He realized he was inside a car. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him. Raja would surely kill him; he had to get out of here. His hands had been bound behind his back with rope, and he lay face-down on the back seat. The mere thought of death made him shudder; summoning his strength, he lunged forward and slammed his head against the front seat. Rajasaheb, caught off guard by the sudden impact, was jolted violently; the car momentarily slipped out of his control and veered toward the edge of the hill. Kallan struck again with another forceful thrust; Rajasaheb was shaken once more, and the car began to slide down the slope. Rajasaheb was making a desperate, futile attempt to regain control when the car smashed into a rock, spun around, and tumbled into the ravine. As the vehicle plummeted, its rear door flew open, and the bound Kallan—still inside—went hurtling down through the air along with the car. Maitri's Creation.
For a while, a profound silence hung over the hillside, broken only by the chirping of birds; then, a deafening explosion rang out. Down in the ravine, Rajasaheb’s car was engulfed in flames, burning furiously. Dawn was slowly breaking, yet for the royal dynasty, the sun had already set.
Menaka sat in her room, frozen like a statue. Today marked exactly one month since Rajasaheb’s death. In the eyes of the world, she had become a widow the day Vishwa died; yet, for her, true widowhood had begun only with Rajasaheb’s passing. On that fateful morning—when the security officer arrived at the palace after discovering Rajasaheb’s car in the ravine, charred beyond recognition—they informed her that a burnt corpse had been found inside and that she would have to accompany them to identify it; upon hearing this, she had fainted. Upon regaining consciousness, she was taken to the hospital; when she saw the corpse, she let out a piercing scream. The face had been completely reduced to ash, as had the rest of the body; only a partially burnt section of the right hand and wrist remained—upon which the bracelet she had gifted him was still gleaming. It was by this alone that she identified Raja Sahib’s remains. She had no recollection of what transpired thereafter. Her parents had rushed to her side immediately, and her mother remained with her still. She simply went along silently with whatever people told her to do—like a living corpse. Written by Maitri.
Holding Raja Sahib’s bracelet in one hand, she was examining a set of documents—his last will and testament—in which he had bequeathed his entire estate to her. As of today, she was no longer the *Kunwarani*; she had become the *Rani Sahiba*. She gazed at the papers and, for the first time since Raja Sahib’s death, decided to go to the office.
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That's it for the day.
From Maitri JAY BHARAT.
Kallan had regained consciousness. He realized he was inside a car. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him. Raja would surely kill him; he had to get out of here. His hands had been bound behind his back with rope, and he lay face-down on the back seat. The mere thought of death made him shudder; summoning his strength, he lunged forward and slammed his head against the front seat. Rajasaheb, caught off guard by the sudden impact, was jolted violently; the car momentarily slipped out of his control and veered toward the edge of the hill. Kallan struck again with another forceful thrust; Rajasaheb was shaken once more, and the car began to slide down the slope. Rajasaheb was making a desperate, futile attempt to regain control when the car smashed into a rock, spun around, and tumbled into the ravine. As the vehicle plummeted, its rear door flew open, and the bound Kallan—still inside—went hurtling down through the air along with the car. Maitri's Creation.
For a while, a profound silence hung over the hillside, broken only by the chirping of birds; then, a deafening explosion rang out. Down in the ravine, Rajasaheb’s car was engulfed in flames, burning furiously. Dawn was slowly breaking, yet for the royal dynasty, the sun had already set.
Menaka sat in her room, frozen like a statue. Today marked exactly one month since Rajasaheb’s death. In the eyes of the world, she had become a widow the day Vishwa died; yet, for her, true widowhood had begun only with Rajasaheb’s passing. On that fateful morning—when the security officer arrived at the palace after discovering Rajasaheb’s car in the ravine, charred beyond recognition—they informed her that a burnt corpse had been found inside and that she would have to accompany them to identify it; upon hearing this, she had fainted. Upon regaining consciousness, she was taken to the hospital; when she saw the corpse, she let out a piercing scream. The face had been completely reduced to ash, as had the rest of the body; only a partially burnt section of the right hand and wrist remained—upon which the bracelet she had gifted him was still gleaming. It was by this alone that she identified Raja Sahib’s remains. She had no recollection of what transpired thereafter. Her parents had rushed to her side immediately, and her mother remained with her still. She simply went along silently with whatever people told her to do—like a living corpse. Written by Maitri.
Holding Raja Sahib’s bracelet in one hand, she was examining a set of documents—his last will and testament—in which he had bequeathed his entire estate to her. As of today, she was no longer the *Kunwarani*; she had become the *Rani Sahiba*. She gazed at the papers and, for the first time since Raja Sahib’s death, decided to go to the office.
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That's it for the day.
From Maitri JAY BHARAT.
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