Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

1. Irredeemable Loss

I suggest you to read Thakur's Ardhangini first because this scene comes from there.

Warning ⚠️ : mention of bloodshed

Inayat POV

Covering myself properly in the hijab, I sneaked out of the haveli with Armaan Bhai jaan. We walked out from the back door, so that nobody could catch us.

This wasn't the first time when both of us were running away like this, we used to do this in Lucknow also, because I was never allowed to leave the mansion in any condition.

We both settled in the car, and Bhai jaan began driving to khusro bagh. It was a popular heritage site located in Prayagraj. I could not stop myself from gazing at the rush, that we witnessed near the main gate of the monument.

"Dhyan rahe Inu, koi dekhe na tumhe!"

"Be careful Inu, no one should see you!"

Bhai jaan warned me, not quite harshly, but every time someone asked me to hide myself, I felt offended. Armaan Bhai jaan is very polite, sensible and soft-spoken person, still his words hurt me at this moment.

"Inayat, you know we all say it because we want you to be safe."

He cooed me, unlocking the door of the car.

"I understand, Bhai jaan."

I muttered, without any zeal in my voice.

"Now come out. Let's explore this place."

I got down of the car, and covered my eyes with a translucent naqab. My eyes were the centre of attraction for everyone I had met till now, because they were unique - amber green orbs.

This beauty was somehow becoming a curse for me, because I was kept hidden because of it. I couldn't even gawk at the real colours out there because of this cover over my eyes. Dear Allah, why didn't you give me normal eyes?

Armaan Bhai jaan kept cheering me, and we explored the place like curious little kids. I could finally remove the cloth from my eyes, when we reached a less crowded place, that is when I discerned how beautiful this city is.

"Let's get back, Inayat. Abbu will get to know about us."

Bhai jaan asserted, and I nodded. Getting back into the car, we drove to home.

"Where is Kashish, Inayat?"

Bhai jaan enquired, making me gulp with fear. Kashish is my pistol - a black coloured beautiful pistol, with my name embedded on it, near the handle, in Urdu.

I couldn't tell Bhai jaan where it was, because even I didn't know about that. I had sneaked out to rescue Ashraf a few months ago, where I had grappled with the youngest Thakur, and my gun had fallen there.

"Inu?"

I came out of those weird memories, and gave a fake smile to Bhai jaan.

"It's in the cupboard, Bhai jaan!"

I answered, receiving a nod from him.

"Carry it with you. You need it."

He instructed, and I hummed.

We finally arrived at haveli, where Bhai jaan helped me getting inside without coming into anyone's notice. The haveli was embellished graciously for Atif and Asif's birthday, a wide smile adorned my face anticipating the upcoming celebrations.

Changing quickly into a lighter pair, I rushed downstairs to help my mothers in the chores. The servants were already busy in the preparations. I kissed my 12-years-old twin brothers, and blessed them with lifetime happiness.