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Chapter 3

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Aadhya was late returning home that evening. The cleaning up of the whole area and then ensuring that all the children had left the place and reached their homes took up a lot of her time. She had even given a thought about why would Mrs. Rathore want her address, but she could come up with no explanation whatsoever, and thus, she left it on God. Aadhya had always believed since her childhood that when you can decide nothing, leave it on God, whatever he decides is for the best. Aadhya greeted the dean, helped him clear up his work, and then proceeded towards her home. 

What she did not except was to see the exact black limo like that of Mrs. Rathore along with a black Audi waiting at her footstep. Wondering whether it was really Mrs. Rathore or another of her father's guests, she quickly checked her appearance on her pocket face powder's mirror and then went towards her home taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She did not know why was she particularly feeling so "different" that day. It was not an uncommon occurrence for her father's guests to turn up and she had never felt like that before. Aadhya gave up her thoughts and then went to press the doorbell.

Her mother had opened the door and just by looking at her face, Aadhya had a feeling that either something had happened really good or something bad was to happen to her. And then, behind her mother, she saw the most ruggedly handsome man she had ever seen. He was dressed in a formal three-piece suit, the over-coat of which was being held by his servant near her. The cufflinks of his shirt were folded till his elbows, which made the veins from his arms peek out.  He was talking to someone on his iPhone, probably passing out orders, since he seemed so serious. And then for once, Aadhya forgot to breathe, she now understood how Ekanshi, her best friend, might have felt when she saw Vansh, her husband.  Ekanshi always told her that one day her 'prince charming' would come who would sweep her off her feet and Aadhya would ignore her comments, even though being hopeless romantic deep under, did not help. Her mother skeptically looked at her and seeing her dumbstruck expression, quietly whispered in her ear, "Behave Aadhya! He is Eklavya. Eklavya Ved Rathore."

A/N: this is my first time writing for the opposite gender. Please forgive me for this:

For Eklavya, his grandmother mattered to him the most. Having a mother who went about whoring and a drunkard of a father, made him realize that he was not-at-all important in their lives. It was only his grandmother, Maharani Laxmi Vanraj Rathore, and his grandfather, Maharaj Vanraj Kabir Laxmi Rathore who were his idols as well as his prime supporters. It was them who had made him what he was. Eklavya always wanted to be like his grandparents - brave, fearless, and loving. Even after almost half-a-century of their marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Rathore were as much as in love as they were in the first year of their marriage. Eklavya always was inspired by them - on one hand where the whole Rajasthan were celebrating the downgrading of women, his grandfather had taken up the name of his wife just like she had done; he gave her a title just like he had inherited and that made him stand apart in Eklavya's eyes. They were nothing like his parents, the one whom Eklavya hated with everything he had in him.

And for once, looking at the girl in front of him, Eklavya felt he could have that. But, Eklavya Ved Rathore could not break down the walls he had created around him. He could, but he would not unless he was sure that the girl in front of him deserved that.

But he was sure about one thing - She was his.

And they meet. Yahoo! 

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