The Last Rudra

Durjya watched his sister sitting in the Atlantian's lap, while Lucas's hand was roving in her choli, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts. Kayva's neck, cheeks had turned red with shame. She was just three springs older than him. A maiden who had just bloomed. 

She didn't look towards him and kept her teary eyes fixed on the floor. 

Just a few days ago how, before Lucas's eyes fell on her, Kayva's was a bird, a mockingbird, always humming some tunes. But now she had turned into an emotionless statue. Atlantian had sucked dry her melodic songs, her never-fading smile. 

As if sensing his gaze, Lucas pulled out his hand from her silky blouse. Slowly, he caressed her yellow waist soft as butter and his defiling hand crept into her lehenga. 

All of a sudden, Kavya's body shuddered, and blood seemed to ooze out of her red cheeks. 

Durjya felt molten metal surging into his veins. He averted his gaze. He knew if he continued watching his master, Lucas, Durjya wouldn't able to stop himself from doing something that would spoil his father's great plans. 

He glanced at his father, who was sitting beside Tissa, his face filled with pride. Durjya wondered about his father's definition of pride. His daughter was being defiled by a man before his own eyes, and he was straightening his moustaches. Once again, Durjya wondered about his father's definition of pride and prestige. 

They were one of the few ancient noble families of Guarana, lording over almost one-sixth of land for Oman. They were one of the strongest vassals of Guran's lord. His grandfather, who had perished with Lord Ayaan, was one of the ten maharathis of Garuna. He was known for his iron will and honour. 

But his father, who had always taught him "Honor is everything for a man, without honour he is nothing but spineless eunuch", now laughing at Tissa's obscene jokes. 

His ambition to become the lord of Garuna had turned him into a puppet. What kind of lord would he be? He couldn't even save his only daughter or she was just an asset for him, just like the maidens he had brought with him from Vaisali to gift Tissa. 

Durjya couldn't help but recall the incident that had occurred in the castle a couple of years ago. The incident had turned his friendship with Ishit into a never-ending enmity. 

It was Ishit's 10th birthday. All the nobles children-girls and boys- were having fun in the royal garden. Karna, who had always competed with Ishit in everything, felt humiliated when Ishit invited a maid's daughter to join them.

Though almost all of them disliked Ishit's this action, none of them voiced their opinions. As they all knew Ishit like his lord father favoured the commoners, treated them equal. 

However, Karna was not someone to take the humiliation silently. After all his family had some good connection in Atlantia. He told Ishit to send away the girl, but Ishit, who was infamous for his cockiness, and arrogance refused to comply. He even told the shy lass to take the host' seat.

The foul-mouthed Guha jeered at Karan, whose face was red with humiliation and anger. 

He 

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Durjya watched his sister sitt

ing in the Atlantian's lap, while Lucas's hand was roving in her choli, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts. Kayva's neck, cheeks had turned red with shame. She was just three springs older than

him. A maiden who had just bloomed. 

She didn't look towards him and kept her teary eyes fixed on the floor. 

Just a few days ago how, be

fore Lucas's eyes fell on her, Kayva's was a bird, a mockingbird, always humming some tunes. But now she had turned into an emo

tionless statue. Atlantian had sucked dry her melodic songs, her ne

ver-fading smile. 

As if sensing his gaze, Lucas pulled out his hand from her silky blouse. Slowly, he caressed her yellow waist soft as bu

tter and his defiling hand crept into her lehenga. 

All of a sudden, Kavya's body shud

dered, and blood seemed to ooze out of her red cheeks. 

Durjya felt molten metal surging into his veins. He averted his gaze. He knew if he continued watching his master, Lucas, Durj

ya wouldn't able to stop himself from doing something that would spoil his father's great plans. 

He glanced at his father, who was sitting beside Tissa, his face filled with pride. Durjya wondered about his father's define

tion of pride. His daughter was being defiled by a man before his own eyes, and he was straightening his mo

ustaches. Once again, Durjya wondered about his father's definition of pride and prestige. 

They were one of the few ancient

t noble families of Gua

rana, lording over almost one-sixth of land for Oman. They were one of the strongest vassals of Guran's lord. His grandfather, who had perished with Lord Ayaan, was one of the ten maharathis of Garuna. He was known for his iron will and honour. 

But his father, who had always t

aught him "Honor is ev

erything for a man, without honour he is nothing but spineless eunuch", now laughing at Tissa's obscene jokes. 

His ambition to become the lord of Garuna had turned him into a puppet. What kind of lord would he be? He couldn't even s

ave his only daughter or she was just an asset for him, just like the maidens he had brought with him from Vaisali to gift Tissa. 

Durjya couldn't help but recall the incident that had occurred in the castle a couple of years ago. The incident had turned his friendship with Ishit into a never-ending enmity. 

It was Ishit's 10th birthday. All the nobles children-girls and boys- were having fun in the royal garden. Karna, who had always competed with Ishit in everything, felt humiliated when Ishit invited a maid's daughter to join them.

Though almost all of them disliked Ishit's this action, none of them voiced their opinions. As they all knew Ishit like his lord father fa

Durjya watched h

is sister sitting in the Atlantian's lap, while Lucas's hand was roving in her choli, pinching her nipples, squ

eezing her breasts. Kayva's neck, cheeks had turned red with shame. She was just three springs older than him. A maiden who had just bloomed. 

She didn't look tow

ards him and kept her teary eyes fixed on the floor. 

Just a few days ago how, before Lucas's eyes fell on her, Kayva's was a bird, a mockingbird, always humming some tu

nes. But now she had turned into an emotionless statue. Atlantian had sucked dry her melodic songs, her never-fading smile. 

As if sensing his gaze, Lucas pulled out his hand from her silky blouse. Slowly, he caressed her yellow waist soft as butter a

nd his defiling hand crept into her lehenga. 

All of a sudden, Kavya's body shuddered, and blood seemed to ooze out of her red cheeks. 

Durjya felt molten metal surging into his veins. He averted his gaze. He knew if he continued watching his master, Lucas, Durjya wouldn't able to stop himself from doing something that would spoil his father's great plans. 

He glanced at his fat

her, who was sitting beside Tissa, his face filled with pride. Durjya wondered about his father's define

ition of pride. His daughter was being defiled by a man before his own eyes, and he was straight

ening his moustaches. Once again, Durjya wondered about his father's definition of pride and prestige. 

They were one of the few ancient noble families of Guarana, lording over almost one-sixth of land for Oman. They were one of t

he strongest vassals of Guran's lord. His grandfather, who had perished with Lord Ayaan, was one of the ten maharathis of Garuna. He w

as known for his iron will and honour. 

But his father, who had always ta

ught him "Honor is everything for a man, without honour he is nothing but spineless eunuch", now laughing at Tissa's obscene jokes. 

His ambition to become the l

ord of Garuna had turned him in

to a puppet. What kind of lor

d would he be? He couldn't even save his only daughter or she was just an asset for him, just like the maidens he had be

ought with him from Vaisali to gift Tissa. 

Durjya couldn't help but recall

the incident that had occ

urred in the castle a couple of years ago. The incident had turned his friendship with Ishit into a never-ending enmity. 

It was Ishit's 10th birthday

Though almost all of them dislike

d Ishit's this action, none of them voiced their opinions. As they all knew Ishit like his lord father fa

voured the commoners, treated them equal. 

However, Karna was not some

one to take the humiliation silently. After all his family had some good connection in Atlantia.

The foul-mouthed Guha jeered at Karan, whose face was red with humiliation and anger. 

He 

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voured the commoners, treated them equal. 

However, Karna was not someone to take the humiliation silently. After all his family had some good connection in Atlantia.

He told Ishit to send away the girl, but Ishit, who was infamous for his cockiness, and arrogance refused to comply. He even told the shy lass to take the host' seat. 

The foul-mouthed Guha jeered

at Karan, whose face was red with humiliation and anger. 

He 

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