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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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"Yell all you want, throw tantrums. But I am giving birth."
The finality of her words prickles his skin like a thousand pins. It was the tone she often used during business undertakings, letting others know her closing verdict over all options. A tone that has brought troubles upon her multiple times in the past and left lasting bruises and wounds at the hands of people in powerful positions. The fire in her eyes showed her determination. She was adamant and nothing in the world could change her mind.
Raghuveer stood speechless. Powerlessness slithered his limbs and his shoulders curled, almost. It was a bitter taste. He never succumbed to other people's whims before, why would he give up now? She was in his grasp and the world wanted to bury her, be done with her.
Lava pulsed in his veins as he regarded her with steel of his own. Cupping both her cheeks in his rough palms, he pulls her close and glares in her eyes. His alcoholic breath fans on her forehead. Sweat glistened on her brow and she fought an urge to look away. In that mere moment, he felt so emotionally distant, as if he had deliberately put miles between them to save her from the impact of ire clipping inside him.
"I stand here in front of you, not as a man madly in love, but as a man with purpose. First, you'll watch your tone, second- you'll do as I say, not because I want to possess you, my love, but because in this little charade of being truthful and bringing justice, you will end up ruining my family's reputation. It took my father years to build this empire from scratch and make a name and in no condition, will I let it stomp on because of a woman who is over her head. You may care less about your name, but for me esteem comes first, always.
The Rana is a Clan of great Warrior Kings.
They commanded respect and fear even when they weren't rich.
In the past, plenty of times I was caught and photographed in compromising scenarios. Newspapers printed anything to spice up their headlines. It never affected us. Do you know why? At the end of the day, I became a successful businessman and carried the legacy forward. My drinking problem, affairs and addictions didn't block the path ahead.
But you, you have become a part of my life, a big one. Your name is attached to mine. We have been captured together. Our talks are on everybody's lips. When it comes to saving my grace, I'll do anything, stoop to any level. And as for your statements, save them for later. I know how to get all our names cleaned from this mess. The family lawyer will prove it wasn't you in the pictures. They were a fake. He is already searching for a girl sharing your features. She will stand in the box for money and pass statements against the culprits. Some truths must remain in the dark for a peaceful life.
You'll get an abortion and start proper therapy sessions about this obsession of yours.
No woman of mine will parade in front of government officials and sit in an investigation room for hours. It seems simple now, but the moment they get their hands on you, they will claw your porcelain skin out. Do you seriously think that Surya Narayana and his associates will play a fair game? They will take you down with them! I won't allow this. Justice is nothing but a cheap slave dancing on the tips of rich people's boots. There is no justice in this world. Wake up, Princess."
