In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparall...
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The past few days had fallen into a familiar rhythm, one that I had grown surprisingly comfortable with. Every morning, I awoke to an empty room . I never minded it, though. He always stayed distant, and our conversations were sparse, bordering on nonexistent. I had learned to navigate this silent existence, finding solace in the moments of solitude.
Yet, while he remained aloof, my bond with the rest of the family grew stronger with each passing day. Maa and I had developed a habit of gossiping over the most ridiculous television shows, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Her lighthearted nature brought a sense of ease into my life, something I hadn’t realized I’d been craving. Then there was Papa, whose warmth and wisdom made our daily chess matches a cherished routine. I admired how he never let me win easily, pushing me to think and strategize, even if it meant my inevitable loss.
Aryan and Riya, the younger siblings who had been adopted into the Shekhawat family, were a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm. They had confided in me about their past, explaining the significant age difference between them and Abhimaan. It only endeared them to me more, knowing the journey they’d been through. Riya and I would spend hours discussing the latest dark romance novels, losing ourselves in the twisted plots and intense characters. Aryan, on the other hand, had roped me into his world of video games, specifically first-person shooters.
The first time he handed me the controller, I had hesitated, unsure of how to navigate the digital battlefield. But as I took aim and fired, a flood of memories washed over me—memories of someone who had taught me how to drive, someone I had cherished like family. He had been patient, guiding me through the gears and pedals, instilling in me the confidence to handle a car with ease. The same patience echoed in Aryan’s voice as he coached me through the game, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to remember those lessons with a bittersweet smile.
It was moments like these that made me feel at home, even as the figure who was supposed to be closest to me remained distant. The house was full of life, laughter, and warmth, yet my thoughts often drifted to the man who occupied the room next to mine. He was a mystery I wasn’t sure I wanted to unravel, but there was a small, nagging part of me that longed for something as simple as a compliment, a sign that he noticed me, even if only as a person and not just as a wife.
As I sat on the swing that night, the cool breeze caressing my face, I couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever change between us. Would there ever be more than just silence and formality? My heart ached with the unspoken questions, but I pushed them aside, focusing instead on the life I was building within these walls. I had a family now, one that cared for me, and that was enough.
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