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...
As the first rays of the morning sun crept through the windows, Mayura woke up early, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was her first day at her new college. She turned her head slightly and saw Abhimaan still asleep beside her. A soft smile played on her lips as she took in his peaceful expression. The reality of their decision to give their marriage a real chance felt both exhilarating and daunting.
Silently, she got off the couch and began to get ready, opting for a simple yet elegant traditional dress that made her feel both confident and comfortable. As she stood before the mirror, she noticed Abhimaan waking up, his eyes groggily meeting hers. Their gazes locked, and her heart skipped a beat. His sleepy eyes sparkled with warmth as he took in her appearance.
Mayura felt her cheeks warm under his gaze, a blush spreading as she braided her hair and applied light makeup. Even though she tried to focus on getting ready, she couldn't ignore the way Abhimaan was looking at her—as if he was seeing her for the first time.
"Abhimaan?" she whispered, breaking the spell.
He blinked, his expression softening as he spoke, "Jaana, you look... breathtaking."
Her heart soared at his words, and she felt lighter, almost floating. She shook his shoulder gently, coaxing him to wake up fully. "You need to have breakfast before I leave."
He yawned and stretched, then offered, "I’ll drop you off at college."
Mayura immediately shook her head. "No, Abhimaan. I want to blend in, experience college like a regular student, not as the King of Rajasthan’s wife."
His face darkened slightly, eyes narrowing. "So, you're ashamed of our marriage?"
Shocked, Mayura quickly responded, "No, it’s not that at all! I just want to keep my personal life and status separate from college."
After a pause, Abhimaan nodded, though she could see the displeasure lingering in his eyes. "Fine, Jaana. But I’m not happy about it."
She descended the grand staircase, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the spacious foyer. The palace staff was already bustling about, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air. Glancing at the grand dining hall, Mayura knew she had to leave soon to make it on time. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the bright morning sunlight, ready to face the day.
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Abhimaan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit meticulously. His black shirt was crisp, the silver tie perfectly knotted, giving him the appearance of a powerful, commanding figure—a man who was used to respect. Despite his polished appearance, his thoughts were elsewhere, drifting to Mayura.
He couldn't fathom why she was so insistent on keeping her identity hidden.
After getting ready, he headed downstairs, expecting to see her waiting for him. But she was already gone. Disappointment settled in his chest, and he approached a servant polishing the banister.
