The sleek, silver Lamborghini Aventador sliced through the night like a comet streaking across the sky, its headlights piercing the darkness as it devoured the miles of asphalt on the deserted highway. The engine roared with power, a symphony of acceleration as the driver pushed the limits of speed, each passing moment a blur of motion and adrenaline.
The wind howled against the car's frame, whipping through the open windows, carrying the scent of freedom and the promise of escape. With every curve of the road conquered and every mile marker left behind, the car surged forward, a beacon of velocity hurtling towards an uncertain destination.
With a grunt Saanjh sharply twisted the steering, making the Car swipe sideways, the screech sounding so soothing to her chaotic mind. Emotions, feelings, everything was so pent up that it was suffocating the dainty princess of Shaktigarh, and she found the way to cope up with.
And that is how in the dead of night she found herself on the silent roads of Jaipur, drifting through the concrete roads like a Formula car racer and letting her frustration out.
With a yell she finally took another turn, stamping her foot on the breaks and the car screeched to a stop, smoke coming from the backside of the car as Saanjh put her head on the steering, heaving deep breaths.
Finally once the storm inside her head had calmed down, she slowly drove towards the Palace, going to the home. Her eyes closed softly as she reminisced everything that caused her to come here.
"Apoorva loved playing chess.." Saanjh's eyes fell into the pools of hazel that were already drowned in remembrance. "Pardon?" Saanjh raised an eyebrow, the feeling of a needle sharply poking her chest worsening. If the others talking about Apoorva and how it would have been better if she was alive in whispers enough, Parthveer's mention of Apoorva ticked her off now.
She was done ignoring the feeling of despair.
"Apoorva..." His voice was soft, his eyes hazy with pure love and adoration. Something she didn't see for herself. "She loved playing chess."
"Ohh.." Her voice had a edge in it. "And what else she loved?" She asked, looking genuinely curious. "She loved chess, she loved baking sweets. You know she always baked cakes for us on our Birthdays and any small get together." He chuckled and kept on talking about how Apoorva was around them.
"Rana sa, do you realise you speak too much about Apoorva Jija?" Saanjh muttered quietly, making Parthveer's smile slip off his face. Twisting his head towards her, he furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked, having clearly understood the question.
"You can't keep doing this, Rana sa," Saanjh's voice quivered with suppressed emotion. "Every conversation, every memory, it's always about her. Do I even matter to you?"
Parthveer's eyes widened in surprise, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. "Of course you matter, Saanjh. But Apoorva was a part of my life for so long. I can't just erase her from my memories."
"But you can't keep living in the past either!" Saanjh's voice rose, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I want to build a future with you, but how can I when you're still holding on to her so tightly?"
"I'm not holding on to her!" Parthveer retorted, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "But I can't pretend like she never existed."
Saanjh shook her head, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. "I can't do this anymore, Hukum sa. I can't compete with a ghost."
Before Parthveer could respond, Saanjh stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, filled with pain and longing, before she turned and stormed out of the room, leaving behind a trail of shattered hopes and unresolved emotions.
Alone in the silence that followed, Parthveer sank into his chair, his mind swirling with regret and confusion. He had never intended to hurt Saanjh, but his inability to let go of the past had driven a wedge between them. As he stared at the empty space where she had been, he knew that rebuilding their relationship would require more than just words.
"Rani sa Hukum?" Saanjh's reverie was broken and she smiled tiredly at Panna Baisa, a young maid of Rajawat Mansion. "Where have you been? Rajmata sa was asking for you at dinner." Panna said as she handed out the intricately designed tray with a silver tumbler of water towards Saanjh.
"Oh, I had to go urgently for some office related work." Saanjh said and pulled her saree's free end over her shoulder. "Did everyone take dinner?" Saanjh asked her gently. "Yes Rani sa, everyone did. Though, Hukum sa was absent. He told us that he had dinner." Lies. How can he lie about dinner? Saanjh remembered him telling that he didn't had food when she left.
"Ohh, don't worry. I will have my dinner. You go." Saanjh patted her head gently and she bowed before walking away. Taking a deep sigh Saanjh walked towards her room, only to see Parthveer laying on bed in his usual grey joggers and black t-shirt that defined his curves beautifully, his one arm over his eyes.
Giving him one last look Saanjh turned towards the restroom and entered. After quickly changing in a kurta pant and a simple white kurta she walked out tying her hairs in a braid. Walking towards the other end, she laid down and pulled the Quilt up to her stomach. Turning on her side, she closed her eyes and decided to sleep.
It hadn't been few minutes before Parthveer removed his hand and looked beside him t see a sleeping Saanjh. The guilt of hurting her gnawed at his chest. Sighing, he snuck at her side and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him so his chest was flush against his back.
Burying his face in her hairs he mumbled, "I'm sorry for hurting you. I need to focus more on the present, on us. Apoorva will always have a place in my heart, but I don't want her presence to overshadow what we have." He said softly in her hairs. Unknown to him, she was awake.
Saanjh felt tears burn her eyes and she let out a quiet sob. Turning around she hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest, nothing but quiet sobs leaving her chest as she felt herself go motionless, her headstrong persona crumbling like house of cards as she shook and sobbed in the arms of her husband, who whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Meanwhile in the cozy apartment of Devaki Rajadhyaksh, the bespectacled girl stared amusedly at the photograph in her hands, her fingers twirling the ballpoint pen. Standing up she walked towards the huge drawing board which had multiple images attached and various lines connecting to the photo of Apoorva in middle.
Sticking the photo on top, she twisted her lips in smirk and spoke, "Now, what was the actual connection between Apoorva and Chaitanya?" She mused, her eyes on the photo which was attached just now, the two youngsters namely Apoorva and Chaitanya posing in for a selfie, both looking happy and innocent.
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His Second Queen |ON HOLD|
General Fiction"it's been three years ladesar... Apoorva isn't going to come back in your life." Rajmata Rajlakshmi said caressed Maharaj Parthveer's head. "So Maa sa you say what should I do?" He asked keeping a hand on her hand and kneeling in front of her. Raj...
