𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 18+

Chapter-20: Gunpoint

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Nothing comes free in this world, there's a cost to pay for everything. Even love doesn't come without a price or rather perks. These three months have been a blissful ride for Yashraj and Meera. Their attraction for each other bloomed into love and things changed.

Yash began to free himself from the shackles that had caught hold of his feelings. His insecurities took a backseat as he moved past old memories on his way to make new ones.

But, things for Meera seemed stagnant. It has been a week since they are back from London and everything has gone downhill for her since then.

Khushi, who had managed to find Arjun Singh's whereabouts from Sumit has lost track of him. Threats have been lurking around Randheer's life as his efforts to conceal his identity from the world have turned futile in the last two weeks.

Everything that has been going on has affected Meera more than she anticipated. Her fear of losing her loved ones constantly hovers over her mind as the tables turn all of a sudden. But how?

Yashraj

Rana Sa, aur kitna waqt chahiye aapko? She yelled for the second time from outside the closet.

This tie has made my life hell. I should've listened to Maa Sa when she used to tell me to learn how to wear a tie.

I don't usually wear ties but Meera has selected the outfit for me. The door flung open as she barged into the closet.

Aur kitna waqt lenge aap? Kya kar rahe hain kab se andar? She went on asking questions one after another but I stood frozen at my place.

How could I focus on what she was saying when she looked this gorgeous? She looked literally as if an emerald had come to life. Clad in an emerald green saree with golden motifs and a black blouse, shining bright.

Her face was glowing beautifully and the most captivating part, her eyes were thickly rimmed with kohl making them even more striking. She snapped her fingers in front of my face breaking my reverie and asked, Kahaan khoye hue hain Hukum?

Aapki aankhon mein, I replied circling my arms around her waist. Her scent filled my nostrils as I dipped my face in the crook of her neck. She snatched the tie from my hands and began putting it around my collar.

You could have skipped wearing the tie if you didn't know how to wear it, she suggested.

Firstly, it's not that I don't know how to wear a tie I just forgot and secondly, you wanted me to wear it so I had to.

Her brow cocked up in question, aap jhooth bohot bura bol lete hain waise, par aapki aankhein na bata deti hain hamein. I saw you looking at the tie nervously when I entered. That was enough for me to know that you didn't know how to wear a tie.

Ab chalein, der ho jayegi hamein. I shook my head in a no. Kyun? She asked frowning at me. I traced my ring finger on her waterline and placed a small dot of kohl behind her ear.

Bala ki khubsurat lag rahi hain aap, nazar nahi lagni chahiye na, I asserted and she kissed my temples in response.

We drove to The Leela Palace Jaipur, at Abhi's success party. It was going to be a private party with just the family and some of his friends. The presence of media was inevitable considering that all of Abhi's friends were big names in multiple professions.

The presence of the media doesn't even concern me in the slightest now. That's what she does to me. When she's by my side the sense of possession and protection for her overpowers my anxiety.