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He tried to raise a hand to her cheek, but it fell. “You promised me… you would not be taken.”

Outside, Alauddin Khalji’s army broke the final door with a roar that shook the earth. The Sultan, his eyes wild with a lust that had consumed his reason for months, spurred his horse into the courtyard. He had imagined her surrender. He had imagined dragging her by her hair to Delhi. He had imagined breaking her like a falcon. padmavati ending

Padmavati descended the cool stone steps. She was the last. The fire waited in the central pit, a hungry orange tongue licking at the stack of fragrant logs. She looked at the faces of her companions. Nagmati, Ratan Singh’s first wife, stood closest to the pyre. Theirs had been a life of rivalry, a gentle war of glances and courtly verses. Now, Nagmati held out her hand. There was no jealousy here. Only sisterhood in the face of the abyss. He tried to raise a hand to her cheek, but it fell

A single tear, perfect and heavy, slid down her face. It was not a tear of grief. It was a tear of farewell. “I have never broken a promise, Rana.” He had imagined her surrender