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As Abhigna prepared lunch for Trishul, she thought of ways to rescue her people from his grasp. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't escape this sham marriage. She couldn't understand why Trishul was determined to enslave her, as she had never wronged anyone.

After finishing the meal preparation, Abhigna headed to Trishul's office, feeling humiliated in her maid-like attire. She dreaded encountering her former colleagues in this state.

As she walked, her legs began aching severely due to yesterday's punishment. Overwhelmed, Abhigna sat on a staircase for a moment, her eyes welling up with tears.

Glancing at her watch, she saw it was already 12:30. With a deep breath, she continued on.

Upon arriving at the office, Abhigna's colleagues stared in shock. She knocked on Trishul's door, and although he noticed her, he ignored her. She stood there, waiting for his summons.

Thirty minutes passed before he finally called her in.

"Excellent, you're on time," Trishul said, and Abhigna served the food.

As he finished lunch, she thought of leaving, but he halted her.

"Go clean the storage room. It's excessively dusty. You may leave once you've finished."

Abhigna nodded.

"From tomorrow, my dear slave," Trishul sneered, "you'll bring me lunch every day. You'll be working here too." His grip on her jaw tightened. "The renowned journalist Abhigna, now reduced to my servant, will obey my every command."

Yet, Abhigna's eyes showed no fear or weakness. Trishul was taken aback by her fearlessness, despite his relentless attempts to humiliate her.

He knew she endured this torment for her people's sake, not out of fear for him.

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Abhigna headed to the storage room, which was thick with dust. She methodically cleaned the ceiling and walls, then tackled the dusty furniture, and finally swept the floor. The task consumed almost five hours.

Exhausted and famished, Abhigna sat on a chair, clutching her stomach. She had eaten barely anything that morning, and Trishul's torment had dulled her appetite.

Just then, the office boy interrupted her thoughts. "Madam, sir is calling for you."

Abhigna made her way to Trishul's office.

"Did you clean the storeroom?" Trishul asked.

"Yes, sir," Abhigna replied.

"Now you may return home on foot. Ensure dinner is ready by the time I arrive. And do eat if you're hungry," Trishul instructed.

Abhigna returned home, ate her meal, and rested for a while before preparing dinner for Trishul.

After dinner, Trishul summoned her to his room. Abhigna hesitated, noticing he had been drinking heavily.

With hesitation, she entered the room, standing calmly and hoping nothing more would happen to her.

Trishul approached her, the strong smell of alcohol wafting from him and making her feel nauseous.

As she turned her face away, Trishul forcibly turned it back, his eyes locking onto hers.

"You look irresistible even without makeup," Trishul slurred, his fingers tracing her lower lip. Abhigna gasped, shocked by the intimate gesture.

Abhigna longed to flee the palace and Trishul's grasp. However, she knew escape was impossible, given the 24/7 security presence. The palace, with its over twenty rooms, was a labyrinthine prison.

Although Trishul lived alone, he had dismissed the maids after Abhigna's arrival but retained the security detail. His wealth and power attracted numerous rivals, and he knew they awaited an opportunity to eliminate him.

A single alarm from Trishul would mobilize the security team, ensuring Abhigna's instant capture.

As Abhigna pondered her next move, Trishul's hands encircled her waist, his face diving into the crook of her neck. His lips brushed against her skin, seeking a kiss.

Revulsed by the thought of succumbing to this beast, Abhigna summoned all her strength and pushed him away. She couldn't bear the notion of being his mistress, having already been degraded to a slave.

Trishul hit the wall behind him and fumed at her.

Trishul slammed his fist against the wall, his face contorted in rage. "How dare you to push me?" he snarled, eyes blazing.

"I'll take what's mine tonight. You'll be my plaything, my prostitute," Trishul spat, grabbing Abhigna and hurling her onto the bed.

As he loomed over her, Abhigna summoned her last shred of strength, pushing against his chest.

"Trishul, you've humiliated me enough. Don't stoop lower than you already have. Don't rape me," Abhigna pleaded, her voice trembling.

Trishul's smile was a cold, calculated threat. "No one can intervene, no one can save you. This is your punishment, Abhigna. Payment for your past sins."

Abhigna's confusion deepened. What past wrongs was Trishul referencing?

To Abhigna, Trishul was a man devoid of values and morals, a monster who captured and sold innocent girls, exploiting them for his twisted business which is unknown to the world but was found in her secret investigation.

Conversely, Trishul saw Abhigna as a culprit who had committed an unforgivable mistake, though the truth behind her actions remained hidden from him.

"Trishul, leave me!" Abhigna pleaded, attempting to push him away. But he overpowered her, pinning both her hands above her head.

Trishul's hands tried to tear her top, while another hand brutally squeezed her breast, sending waves of pain through her body. Abhigna cried out, her mind numbing in horror.

Every touch, every moment with Trishul was torture, fueled by her intense aversion to him.

 "Trishul, if you don't leave me now and force yourself on me, after that you will see my death. Though I am your wife legally, I don't love you, and I can never love you. Without love, I can't sleep with you as a mere prostitute. If I die, you can't take your mysterious revenge on me. So decide for yourself," Abhigna said, stopping her struggle.

Trishul stopped his advances because Abhigna talking about her death caused an unknown pain in his heart, though he convinced himself that it was because he didn't want her to die so easily. The real truth behind that pain may be understood by him one day before it's too late. He left her, and Abhigna also thought the same—that Trishul left her because he didn't want to miss torturing her so soon.

"I won't force you, but for that, you need to do something," Trishul said, smirking at her.

Abhigna glanced at him, confused.

"Strip. Show me your body. I want to see you nude. I want to scan every curve, every inch of your body. Or I will give you to my security to have you tonight and, of course, after that, even if you die, I don't mind," Trishul said.

Abhigna looked at him disgustedly because of his words. "Strip fast, baby. You have no other option."

Abhigna nodded, but she knew well what to do. She didn't give in that easily. She pretended to take her top off.

"Those bosoms which you want to see look the same as the breasts that gave you milk and fed you in your childhood," Abhigna said, and Trishul clenched, understanding the deep meaning of her words.

She touched her pants and said, "That private part which you wanted to see and find pleasure in is the same part from where you came into this Earth and which caused intolerable pain for your mother. If she sees you now, she might regret the pain she endured."

Abhigna took her top off and threw it on the floor. Her bosoms were still covered. She was about to unhook her bra.

"Enough, stop it. Go to your room now," Trishul said. 

Abhigna's bold gesture had struck a chord, momentarily shaking Trishul's resolve.

Abhigna departed, leaving Trishul lost in thought. Memories of his painful childhood and betrayal flooded his mind.

He swiftly dialed his henchmen. "Have you located that family and the individual I ordered?" Trishul demanded.

"How much longer will it take? I need their whereabouts immediately."

"We're working on it, sir," the henchman replied. "We'll provide the details by the end of this week."

Those details held the power to forever alter their lives, revealing the root of Trishul's transformation into a beast and Abhigna's tragic descent into orphanhood.

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