Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power.
Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure.
The Rajputs.
Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour...
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Like a beautiful rose sits between the thorns, Clover was sitting on her marital bed. It was the biggest and the softest bed she has ever seen, the mild decorations of red and white flowers was adding more to its beauty.
Her small eyes, with those light orbs carrying nervousness and wonder roamed around the room. It was a spacious and rich room. Like a room of a royal king. King, a word which she only read in stories.
Ignoring all the luxuries her innocent mind was begging her to play with those small petals of red rose which were sprawled on the bed, they are just so pretty.
In her past she was not allowed to wear a flower, neither in her hair nor in her wrist.
Clover has small dreams, most of which were achievable by anyone but for clover they were equal to reaching the top of Mount Everest.
One of her dreams was plucking a full bloom red rose and pin it to the small bun of her hair. She has long and thick brown hair, she could only wonder how pretty she will look with a rose in her hair.
But alas, some dreams are dreams they can not be your reality. Her past was so sad that she could not afford to buy a sweet red rose, she would not dare to pluck the flowers. If she does she ends up feeling guilty.
Clover thinks if she buys flowers from someone else she will feel less guilty. It was her own way of seeing things.
All of a sudden a hope arose in her heart. Now that she is married and has a husband, should she ask him to buy a red rose for her ?
By seeing everything around her one thing is definitely clear that her husband is rich..very very rich.
She should ask him for a red rose right ?
But she doesn't even know him !
But he is her husband now.
Yes, this is right but she did not even know his name. Wouldn't she sound greedy if she asks him for a red rose on their very first meeting ?
Clover bit her lip, she really wanted a full bloomed red rose..she never got one and the way her eyes were roaming again and again to the rose pinned to her sister in law's hair was an obvious proof that she needs one rose, only one.
Her trail of thought was brutally broken by the loud sound of the door opening.
Clover flinched. She hates loudness.
It's not a good sign.
You are going to break.
She gulped behind her long red veil, the jewellery which were making her more beautiful suddenly started itching her skin, her heena cladded hands were turning clammy, full of sweat.
Her husband, who is unknown to her was here, in the same room as her.
You are going to break.
Again that silly voice whispered but clover ignored it.
