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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I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Mayura. I couldn't focus on work all day, wondering how she was doing, if she was safe. I decided to head home early, eager to see her and put my mind at ease.
Just as I turned onto the highway, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw Mayura's security team calling. My heart raced as I answered, fearing something was wrong.
"Abhimaan sir, we need to inform you of a situation," the security team leader said, his voice grave.
"What is it? Is she alright?" I asked, my anxiety spiking.
"Mam has ordered us to leave her unescorted, sir. She wants to go home alone," he explained.
"Where is she now?" I asked, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
"She's at a bookstore nearby the college , sir. We're monitoring the area, but we can't intervene without her permission."
I clenched my jaw, trying to control my frustration. I had to talk to her, make her understand the danger she was putting herself in.
I dialed her number, my hands shaking slightly. I had her number, but I had never called her before. We had an unspoken understanding - I respected her boundaries, and she knew I would always be there for her.
"Mayura, it's Abhimaan. Where are you? Why did the guards come alone without you? You ordered them to leave you unescorted?
"Abhimaan, I-"
But I cut her off, my voice rising. "Do you know how worried I was when I found out you were roaming around alone? Without any protection?
"Abhimaan, I'm fine. I just needed some time to myself." I took a deep breath to calm my anger , and told her , "We need to talk, Mayura.
She simply said , "Okay..."
I pulled up to the bookstore, my heart racing with anticipation and concern. I had been worried about Mayura all day, and now I was finally going to see her. I parked the car and stepped out, scanning the storefront for any sign of her.
As I entered the bookstore, I spotted her immediately. She was sitting in a cozy corner, surrounded by shelves of books, completely absorbed in the one she was reading. I couldn't help but smile, remembering the first time I saw her with a book in her hand. It was as if she had found her happy place.
I approached her quietly, not wanting to disturb her. As I drew closer, I noticed the stack of books beside her, and a pang of jealousy struck me. I was jealous of those books, jealous of the attention she was giving them. I wanted to be the one captivating her attention, not some inanimate objects.
But as I looked at her, lost in her book, I saw the peace and tranquility on her face. I realized that this was her escape, her sanctuary. And I didn't want to disturb that. I wanted to be the one who could bring her that kind of peace, that kind of happiness.
