Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly e...
Ankita's beautiful singing, along with the temple music and bell, held everyone's attention. The priest was so impressed that he asked her to sing the prayer song.
Everyone was waiting for Adhiraaj, the Vashisth family's heir, to arrive for the prayer, as he usually led it. But the special time was passing, so they sadly decided to start without him.
No one in the temple knew that Adhiraaj was in a separate room in the outhouse. He wasn't doing anything wrong; he was watching the room being fixed up. After talking to the priest about their future and wedding date, Adhiraaj started making plans. He wanted Ankita close by all the time, so he decided they would both move to his outhouse where he could keep an eye on her. He carefully had the outhouse renovated, especially the bedroom where he imagined his future wife would live. To make the place nicer, he told the gardener to plant roses and lilies all around the outhouse, hoping to create a lovely and sweet-smelling atmosphere. The bedroom was completely changed into a fancy room with all sorts of luxuries. He put in air conditioning, a small fridge, and a big TV near the bed. He chose the most comfortable mattress, covered it with a bright bedspread and a soft quilt, and put up curtains to block the sunlight. He wanted to make sure his Raniji's sleep wouldn't be disturbed by the sun.
He also talked to the principal of the good all-girls school his family had started. He planned to move her from the bad government school to this one. By giving her a good education and keeping her away from teenage boys, he thought he could stop any other guys from liking her without having to get violent.
A big smile came to his face as he looked at the beautifully decorated room. Without thinking, he raised his hand with a cigarette, but stopped when he realized where he was. He wanted the room to be as pure as Ankita's soul. He didn't want to fill it with the smell of smoke. Most of all, he wanted to only smell her lovely sandalwood scent.
He left the outhouse and went outside. He lit his cigarette and took a puff before throwing the rest on the ground.
"Saheb," Raghav said, and Adhiraaj stopped.
"Saheb, I've hired a female bodyguard like you wanted. You need to talk to her about her job," Raghav said. Adhiraaj just nodded, but he was distracted by the chanting from the nearby temple.
"Shit!" He swore, realizing he had forgotten about the main prayer and that it was almost time, judging by the chanting.
"Tell her to bring the tray in my study in an hour," Adhiraaj said quickly, walking away without looking back. He went into his house through the kitchen and found it quiet. Ignoring this, he went to his bedroom. After a quick shower, he got dressed in a traditional outfit. From a safe, he took out a box with a necklace made with tiger claws that had belonged to his great-grandfather, who liked to hunt. He put it on and headed towards the temple.
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As he walked towards the temple, he stopped when he heard a beautiful voice singing inside. The singer's pure heart seemed to shine through her voice. It was so captivating that it felt like the gods themselves would appear before her and grant her any wish. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he recognized the singer. Today would be the last time anyone, even the gods, would hear that beautiful voice. From now on, it would belong only to him.
