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“They are at the gates, my lord,” Padmavati whispered, her voice not a tremor, but a bell struck for the end of days. Her sari, the color of pomegranate seeds, was already dark with his blood.
He tried to raise a hand to her cheek, but it fell. “You promised me… you would not be taken.” padmavati ending
Khalji dismounted. He walked to the vent, his face a mask of confusion that slowly curdled into rage, and then into a chilling, hollow awe. He understood. He had come to conquer a kingdom. He had come to possess a woman. But what he found was a legend. He could not rape fire. He could not enslave ash. “They are at the gates, my lord,” Padmavati