DHANRAJ SINGH THAKUR x RAGINI SINGH
Book 2 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
This story depicts 'beauty and the beast', where the 'beauty' is unaware of her healing powers and divinity, and the 'beast' gets enchanted by her powers, and transforms himself compl...
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I was sitting beside him, the man whose wrath and heavy arms are enough to strangulate anyone to death. Dhanraj Singh Thakur is a renowned wrestler, and his heavy biceps and well toned muscles are the reasons why, any woman parts her legs for him, but I wasn't any woman. Being a Narayan devotee, I've always practiced the Satvik lifestyle - no alcohol, meat, unholiness, cuss words or illegitimate relationships.
My father had always shamed me for not using my body to earn money, but I couldn't do that. It wasn't like someone had stopped me from doing all this, it was just my own will to stay like the way I was living.
Never in my worst nightmares, I had imagined of such a married life. This seemed more like a prey and predator relationship, where undoubtedly, I was the poor prey. Aahhh! Why did you do this to me, Narayan?
The destination was afar, and I was feeling drowsy. I didn't realise when my head fell on his hard shoulder, and I flinch startled. His astonished gaze shifted to me, and I turned my face on the other side to escape his sight. He spread his long arm, behind my nape, on the seat, and muttered in his intimidating, yet low voice
"Neend aa rahi ho to so jao, hum thaam ke rakhenge tumhe."
"You may sleep if you are feeling drowsy, I'll hold you."
I shifted a little away, listening to his masculine heavy voice for the first time, that too so close to me. His arm, that was resting on the seat, behind me, came down and wrapped me in his embrace. I quivered at his touch, but it seemed pacifying, so I repositioned myself to get more closer to him, to place my head on the side of shoulder.
He adjusted himself, to make my head rest on one side of his robust chest, and his gesture bewildered me for a second. Was he really the heartless 'mad bull' of the Thakur family, whose rumours I had been eavesdropping till now? How could he act like he cared for me? A buoyant yawn disturbed the cascade of my thoughts, and I closed my eyes.
A speed breaker hindered our calmness, but he held me tightly immediately, to prevent me from waking up, and I didn't realise when I actually drifted off to sleep.
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