Yashika swept into her mansion, the gold medal around her neck glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows. She had a smug smile on her face as she surveyed her kingdom, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She was used to getting what she wanted, and today was no different.
Eklavya was waiting for her in the living room, on his knees with his head bowed in submission. Yashika approached him, her hips swaying with confidence. She looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and contempt.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look what we have here. A loser."
Eklavya didn't look up. He knew better than to argue with Yashika when she was in this mood.
Yashika placed her foot on Eklavya's throat, pressing down gently. "Say it," she commanded.
Eklavya's eyes widened in panic. He knew what she wanted him to say. "You're the best shooter," he croaked out.
Yashika pressed down harder, her foot sinking deeper into Eklavya's throat. "Louder," she said.
Eklavya tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.
Yashika rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll say it for you. I'm the best shooter. The gold medal proves it. And you, you're nothing but a failure."
Eklavya's face turned red as he struggled to breathe. Yashika removed her foot, a cruel smile on her face.
"Welcome to your new life, slave," she said.
Eklavya looked up at Yashika, his eyes full of anger and resentment. "I will never be your slave," he growled.
Yashika laughed. "Oh, but you already are. You lost, I won. That's how it works. And now, you'll do whatever I say."
Eklavya glared at Yashika, but he knew she was right. He'd lost everything - his pride, his dignity, his freedom.
Yashika reached down and grabbed Eklavya's chin, forcing him to look at her. "Say it again," she commanded.
Eklavya's eyes flickered with defiance, but he knew better than to disobey. "You're the best shooter," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Yashika smiled, satisfied. "Good boy," she said. "Now, let's see what other talents you have."
Eklavya's mind raced as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. He was a skilled archer, but he knew he couldn't beat Yashika in a fair fight. He needed to outsmart her.
He looked up at Yashika, his eyes filled with a newfound determination. "I may be your slave, but I'm not your plaything," he said.
Yashika raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you propose we do instead?"
Eklavya took a deep breath. "I propose we make a deal," he said.
Yashika laughed. "A deal? You're in no position to make deals, slave."
Eklavya stood up, his eyes locked on Yashika's. "I think you'll find that I am," he said. "I have something you want, and you have something I want. We can help each other."
Yashika's eyes narrowed. "What do you have that I want?" she asked.
Eklavya smirked. "I have information," he said. "Information that could help you win even more gold medals. And in return, I want my freedom."
Yashika considered Eklavya's proposal for a moment. She knew he was a skilled archer, and she also knew that he had a network of informants. If she could use that to her advantage, she could become unstoppable.
"Fine," she said. "We have a deal. But if you betray me, I will make sure you regret it."
Eklavya nodded. "I understand," he said.
Yashika grinned. "Good. Now, let's see what other talents you have."
Eklavya felt a shiver run down his spine as Yashika's eyes raked over his body. He knew what she wanted, and he knew he had to play along if he wanted to keep his end of the deal.
He took a deep breath and stepped closer to Yashika, his eyes locked on hers. "I have many talents, my lady," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Yashika's eyes sparkled with desire. "I can't wait to see them all," she said.
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