"What is it you wish to discuss ?" Ajashakti asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Ketunemi told me that he would claim me for himself, when you wouldn't be here after you conquer the heavens." Anugamini said in a serious tone, "Why would you not be there ?"

Ajashakti fell into thoughts, his mind racing to decipher the meaning behind the words of the late king of Rakshasas. What did Ketunemi mean when he said he wouldn't be here ? Was he referring to a physical absence, or something more sinister ?

Anugamini's voice, filled with a mixture of concern and determination, echoed through the room. "Could Ketunemi be involved in a conspiracy to get rid of you ?"

Ajashakti raised a brow, pondering over it. The possibility that Ketunemi could be plotting against him was a terrifying prospect. But as he thought about it, he realized that it made sense. Ketunemi, his ambition boundless, could see him as an obstacle to his own rise to power.

"It is possible," Ajashakti admitted, but still the thought of Ketunemi's treachery was a bitter pill to swallow. "But why would he do that when he knows he's outnumbered ? And chances of him failing and getting caught are high ?"

"Perhaps he has an ally," she suggested, her voice barely a whisper. The possibility of a hidden enemy, a conspirator lurking in the shadows, sent a shiver down her spine.

Ajashakti's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. Who could Ketunemi be working with ? Who would dare to challenge his authority, to plot against the king of Asuras ? The questions lingered in his mind, a heavy burden that weighed heavily on his heart.

"If you were in my place," he asked, his voice conveying his confusion, "who would you be suspicious of ?"

Anugamini shrugged, her eyes filled with a knowing glint. "I don't know much but... I think I would watch out for the one who seems most trustworthy, the one who seems the sweetest."

Ajashakti pondered her words, his mind racing with a myriad of possibilities.

"Tomorrow itself, I will order a secret investigation into this matter." He said.

Anugamini's smile widened, her eyes filled with a knowing glint. Her plan, carefully orchestrated, was unfolding exactly as she had envisioned. The seeds of doubt, the suspicion she had sown, were beginning to bear fruit.
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Silence reigned over the entire city as its residents slumbered. The night sky shimmered with stars. The distant sounds of nocturnal creatures and gentle breezes carried through the air, creating a lullaby that soothed the sleeping inhabitants of the palace.

The moonlight, filtering through the window, cast an ethereal glow over the sleeping couple. The flickering light of torches cast dancing shadows on the intricately carved walls, creating a mesmerizing ambiance.

Ajashakti, with his imposing stature and commanding presence, lay in peaceful slumber on his grand bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Beside him lay Anugamini, appearing almost ethereal in comparison to the mighty king. Her petite form nestled against his massive frame.

Suddenly, Anugamini's eyes snapped open, blazing with an intense purpose that belied her delicate appearance. With careful precision, she gently disentangled herself from her husband's embrace, mindful not to disturb his rest.

Silently, she rose from the bed, and with grace and precision, made her way to the king's ornate desk, her eyes scanning the parchment scattered upon it. After a meticulous search, she finally found the document she sought. A grin of satisfaction crossed her delicate features as she studied the contents, analyzing every stroke and curve of the inked words.

With a steady hand, she then reached for a fresh sheet of paper and dipped the quill in ink. Her eyes focused intently, Anugamini began to replicate the calligraphy and tone of the original message with precision. Each stroke of the quill mirrored the elegance of the previous writing, as she meticulously wrote such words that would soon sow seeds of deception and destruction.

Anugamini's eyes gleamed with determination as she meticulously compared the two papers. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across her face, highlighting her focused expression. The handwriting on both papers was identical, each stroke perfectly mirrored.

She glanced over at Ajashakti, his deep slumber undisturbed. Holding the forged parchment close to her chest, she vanished from sight into a thin light, leaving behind only a faint trace of her presence.

Anugamini materialized in a locked room that belonged to the slain King Ketunemi. The room was silent, with a heavy air of foreboding hanging over it. Anugamini's eyes darted around as she approached the ornate desk, where scrolls and papers were scattered haphazardly.

With a determined expression, she carefully placed the parchment she had written amidst the other documents, seamlessly blending it in with the rest.

With a sense of purpose, she vanished into thin air once more. In the blink of an eye, Anugamini reappeared in the safety of her own chambers. She watched Ajashakti peacefully asleep, unaware what was happening behind his back.

She approached the bed again, and laid down next to her slumbering husband, feigning innocence. The room was filled with a surreal stillness as Anugamini closed her eyes, the facade of normalcy returning to her features.

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A/N

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Bahut sayaani lady hai
Kya woh gadbad hai jisko
Karne ko yeh to ready hai

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