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 have been nothing short of blessed. Mayura and I are finally getting to know each other better, and every moment we share brings us closer. She’s slowly accepting me as her husband, and I can feel the subtle changes in her. There’s a softness in her eyes now when she looks at me, a trust . It’s as if she’s slowly letting go of the walls she’s built around her heart, and I’m honored to be the one she’s allowing in.
One evening, I found her sitting on the balcony, her hair flowing gently in the evening breeze. She was lost in thought, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease her. I walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Thinking about me, Jaana ?"
She jumped slightly, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. She turned to face me, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Don’t flatter yourself, Abhimaan. I was just enjoying the view."
I leaned in closer, our faces just inches apart, and whispered, "You know, I think I’m a better view."
She blushed, and I could see her trying to hide a smile. I loved these little moments of teasing, where I could see her slowly letting her guard down. It wasn’t just about the playful banter; it was about seeing her relax, seeing her smile more freely. She had been through so much, and if my teasing could bring a little lightness into her life, I’d gladly continue.
A few days ago, Aryan and Riya came over. They had been missing Mayura and wanted to spend the day with us. The house was filled with their laughter and playful banter, and it warmed my heart to see Mayura so happy, surrounded by people who cared about her.
We spent the day together, playing games and sharing stories. At one point, Aryan and I teamed up against Riya and Mayura in a game of charades. Riya and Mayura were surprisingly good, and we ended up losing, much to Aryan's dismay. Mayura laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. It was a sound I wanted to hear more often—a sound that felt like music to my ears.
Later that evening, after Aryan and Riya had left, Mayura and I sat on the couch, reliving the day’s events. She seemed more relaxed than I had ever seen her, and I took the opportunity to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn’t flinch this time, though I could see the effort it took her not to.
I leaned in closer, my voice soft. "You’re getting more comfortable around me, aren’t you, jaana ?"
She looked up at me, her eyes sincere. "I’m trying, Abhimaan. I know you understand why it’s hard for me. But I want to try... for us."
Her words touched something deep inside me. I knew how much it meant for her to say that. I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing over her cheek. "I know, and I’m here with you every step of the way. You don’t have to rush; we’ll take this one day at a time."
She leaned into my touch, and I could feel the tension in her body slowly melting away. It was in moments like these that I realized how much I wanted to protect her, to make sure she never had to feel fear or pain again.
