ROYAL VENDETTA: A Tale of Kings, Mafia, and the Dark Dance of Love and Betrayal.
DARK ROMANCE BOOK 🎀
This story contains multi couples and it's my first time writing with multi couples.
The royal family of Rathore's in Rajasthan, there were four me...
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In the early hours of the morning, Vardhan entered the room and gazed at Jahnvi, who was peacefully asleep, her face looking pallid. Dry tears stained her cheeks.
He approached silently, his heart heavy, and tenderly touched her forehead, his lips brushing against her skin in a bittersweet kiss.
"You were wrong to marry me, Jahnvi," he whispered, a storm of regret brewing in his voice. "I warned you, pleaded with you not to, but still, you chose this path. The Vardhan you loved... he's long gone. And I... I can't give you the love you deserve," he said, a tear falling from his eye. He quickly wiped it away and went to the bathroom to change.
The noise from the bathroom woke Jahnvi up.
"Did he come?" she whispered to herself and sat up in bed.
Vardhan emerged from the washroom. "Good morning, Jaana," he greeted with a smirk playing on his lips.
"Good morning," Jahnvi replied with a big smile. She loved it when he called her Jaana. It was a special name he had for her since they were kids.
Vardhan looked at her, and he felt bad. She always stayed positive, even though he hurt her.
"Where were you last night? You didn't come home," Jahnvi innocently inquired, walking towards him.
He paused, fastening his watch, then turned to her with a sly grin. "I was with your sautan," he teased cruelly, watching as her expression crumbled.
Jahnvi's steps faltered, her heart sinking, but before she could escape, Vardhan's tone softened, "I was at the office. Something urgent came up. Abhiraaj Bhai was occupied, so I had to be there."
Relief washed over her as she turned back, her smile blooming once more. His explanation, his consideration for her feelings, it meant the world to her.
"Oh, okay," she beamed, her happiness evident.
Vardhan closed the distance between them, his whisper a caress against her ear. "I may not love you, but I'm not the kind to seek solace in another's arms. To the world, you are my wife. I vowed on our wedding day to never treat you as a wife should be treated, but I also swore never to betray you. You may yearn for spousal affection, but I will remain faithful. You are the last woman in my life, Jahnvi. And since you often say that my work is your sautan, that's why I said what I did." He kissed her neck and looked at her face.
A tear came out of Jahnvi's eye, but she smiled at him. "Come back soon. I'll wait for you, and remember I love you," she said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before going to the bathroom. Vardhan left for his office.
She closed the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Did I choose wrongly? Why can't we be like any other couple? Why can't he love me?" She sighed, the weight of her questions heavy on her shoulders as she adorned herself in a yellow saree, the color of sunshine and Vardhan's favourite colour.
