Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

1. Forced Alliance

The chapter contains mature language. Readers discretion is advised.

Ragini POV

The wounds on my back were deep and painful, but I had no time to take rest, or apply some ointment on that. The lunch was ready, and I served it in a plate, to give it to my father.

"Babuji, khana laye hai."

"Father, the lunch is here."

I spoke in a soft voice, only audible to him.

"Rakh de, aur sun... Chhuttan ke khane se pehle tu mat khana... ladkiyon ko akhri me khana chahiye."

"Keep it there, and listen.... don't eat before your brother.... girls should eat at the end."

My father instructed, like always, and I nodded.

"Ji babuji, hume pata hai. Hum usse khilaye bina nahi khayenge."

"Yes father, I know. I won't eat before feeding him."

I complied with his words, and came out. A huge Jeep was parked before our house, and I felt a little terrified. Was there something wrong? It was a Thar, in which 'The Thakurs' was embedded, with golden bold letters. Thank God, I had learnt to read secretly, otherwise my father never wanted that.

I saw a man coming out of the passenger seat. I sharpened my gaze to see clearly, and my eyes widened with astonishment. He was none other than 'Jaswant Singh Thakur', the head of this village, along with hundred other villages, that were our neighbours.

He stared at me, and I came inside my hut, running at full speed, to escape his sight. The Thakurs are well known for their lustful eyes on the women; by any chance, if he asks my father to have me, he would definitely not deny him, and I'll be gone, forever.

I ran inside the kitchen and hid myself behind the gas stove, and with closed eyes and adjoined hands, I began chanting Sri Hari Stotram in my heart.

"Arre pranam Thakur saheb, humari jara si jhopdi aaj dhanya bhai apke paav parne se."

"Welcome Thakur saheb, our small hut is blessed to be touched by your feet."

I eavesdropped on my father's words. I inhaled sharply, realising that Thakur saheb had already arrived in our small hut. Why did he come here? I hope, this is nothing to do with me.

"Ayee Ragini.....chai naste ka intejam kar. Darwaje pe Bhagwan aa gaye hai hamare."

"Hey Ragini.... arrange some snacks and tea. The God Himself has arrived here."

Huh! They are not at all eligible to be called as 'Bhagwan', but who was going to explain this to my father? I freaked out, and started preparing tea. I poured oil in an iron pan, and chopped a few onions and potatoes. I added water to the chickpea flour, and began mixing it up, with my fingers.

Within a few minutes, tea and pakodi were ready. Hunger pangs were troubling me now. I was hungry since the morning, and even after cooking for two times till now, I couldn't eat anything myself.

I carried the edibles in a tray, and walked to the open area, where my father was standing, and Thakur saheb was sitting.

I kept the tray, and greeted Thakur saheb with adjoined hands, and started to walk away. I came inside and stood by the wall, to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Who was she?" Thakur saheb asked my father, dominance was quite evident in his tone.

"Hamaar durbhagya hai Thakur saheb, hamaar ladki."