THE POWER GAME
Story Of Abhyansh Sooryavanshi & Aaradhya Maheshwari
ABHYANSH SOORYAVANSHI & AARADHYA MAHESHWARI, The Kunwar and Rajkumari of Jaipur and Jodhpur. Betrothed Since Birth. Two People With Different Nature, Behaviour, and Even Upbringing...
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[12. The Sinful Pleasures]
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Abhyansh turned around to find his both sisters looking at him with shock. Cocking an eyebrow at them, he walked to them.
"Thank you bhai sa" Mridula and Saraswi attacked him with their hugs. Weirded out at their sudden display of affection, he stood still.
"Its quite late, you both should go sleep" He took a step back from them. Saraswi kissed his cheek and hopped to her room, but Mridula stood there admiring him. Abhyaansh looked at her quizzingly.
"It really meant alot to me when you asked us to also sit on the same table as you. It might be a simple action to you but it felt as if you respected me and all the ladies of the house. In all the 21 years of my life as a Sooryavanshi, today was the first day I got to see my brother as my brother and not a puppet of Sooryavanshi men. Thank you bhai sa for taking a stand for us" She slightly nodded at him, showing that she appreciated his action. His hands ached to hug her but the distance created by the elders between his siblings made it awkward for him. He nodded his head at her with a small smile and patted her head, keeping in mind that he would bridge the gap between him and his sisters, and they'll be just the way the Maheshwari siblings are together: free, confident, happy in each other's company unlike theirs were everyone was more concerned about rules, sitting with a straight back and talking only when necessary.
On the other hand, the insult and disrespect seeped its way into Shaswat's brain. He was standing in open air, breathing out angrily when Kshama walked in, possessing the aura of intimidation.
Sighing deeply, Shaswat turned around to face her.
"Bhai sa" Kshama called out her brother softly.
"Leave me alone Kshama. Am not in mood to converse with anyone" Shaswat rubbed his head with his fingers, trying to ease the headache forming.
"Hume aapki fikar hai bhai sa (Am worried about you brother)" Kshama stood beside him, keeping her hand on top of her brother's.
