Demon's Physco obsession

No One Touches His Queen

"How dare you touch the chair with your dirty hands!" A woman's loud, commanding voice made Ankita jump and pull her hand back. She immediately looked down and whimpered softly at the harsh tone. Her eyes met a woman standing at the entrance, looking very arrogant. This woman was much taller than Ankita, almost a foot taller. She wore a tight black dress that ended above her knees and had a very low neckline that showed a lot of cleavage. The woman's face had a lot of makeup on, and she carried an expensive-looking purse that caught Ankita's eye.

"Look up here, girl!" Ankita flinched again at the sharp voice. "Why are you staring at my purse?" She roughly pulled Ankita's left braid, making her whimper in pain. "Are you planning to steal from my bag?" she asked again, pulling her braid even harder. Tears filled Ankita's eyes as the woman wrongly accused her. She hadn't meant to stare at the woman like that. The woman let go of the braid, and Ankita rubbed her scalp to ease the pain.

The woman stood watching Ankita closely, while Ankita kept her eyes down, showing respect. Ankita knew this woman must be important to Adhiraaj because she had come straight to the lounge, which was only for important people.

"Why are you even here? Adhiraaj never allows anyone in this area, not even the servants," the woman said, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Did you come here to steal?" she asked Ankita. Ankita immediately shook her head no, but the woman didn't believe her. "And who are you? I've never seen you here in this mansion before," she asked again. But Ankita just stood there, trembling with fear.

"So, you're the thief. Even though I'm asking who you are, you just stand there silently. Only guilty people act like that when they're caught," she insulted her even more.

"She is Shyamla's niece," Malti interrupted, seeing the woman insulting Ankita. Malti knew that if Adhiraaj found out about this, the woman and Malti would face severe consequences. He hadn't stopped Shyamla from punishing Malti for slapping Ankita.

Malti knew who the woman was. She was Nina Mehta, the daughter of Adhiraaj's business partner Mr. Mehta, and the heir to Mehta's company. But Malti had noticed that Adhiraaj didn't seem to care about anyone's background; all he cared about was 'His Raniji's' comfort and happiness. Malti prayed she would be spared when Adhiraaj punished Nina. To avoid this, she secretly informed Adhiraaj about the situation.

"You said that as if she were the queen of this estate," Nina said arrogantly. In fact, Ankita had already been declared the queen of the estate, but the poor girl didn't know the power she currently held. Adhiraaj had forbidden everyone from spreading news about his future wife because his enemies were circling, trying to find his weakness.

"Being the niece of the headmaid doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," the woman said as she forcefully squeezed Ankita's cheeks, making her whimper in pain. Ankita tried to scratch Nina's hand, but Nina slapped it away. "How dare you! You dare to touch me with your dirty hand!" Nina slapped Ankita hard, causing her to fall to the floor.

"What the hell is happening here?" Ved's loud, commanding voice filled the room, making both women, except for Ankita, turn towards him. Ankita was sobbing with her head down. Ved felt sorry for her and blamed Adhiraaj for the situation. If Adhiraaj hadn't decided to marry Ankita, this innocent soul wouldn't have been trapped in a world full of sins.

Ved formally addressed Nina, saying, "Ms. Mehta, Adhiraaj is waiting for you." Nina then walked towards him in a seductive way and put her hands around his neck. She ran her finger across his face, but Ved remained emotionless, letting her touch him as she pleased.

She stopped at his collar, pulling it to make him lean down to her height. "You were calling me something the other day," she whispered huskily, smirking at him. Ved just rolled his eyes in annoyance and pushed her hands away from him.