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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As we stepped out of the house, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me. Abhimaan’s car was parked outside, gleaming under the dim streetlights. He gallantly opened the door for me, and as I slid inside , I felt a wave of comfort and safety. The soft leather seats cradled me, and the familiar scent of Abhimaan's cologne filled the space, easing the tension that had built up inside me.
Abhimaan climbed in beside me, his presence comforting but intense. His eyes flicked towards me with concern, his usual confidence replaced with a gentler demeanor. I could see the questions burning in his mind, but he restrained himself, understanding that I needed time to process everything.
As he started driving, the silence between us thickened, heavy with unspoken words. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly as I placed it on his arm. His eyes softened as they met mine. "You can ask me," I whispered gently.
Abhimaan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened momentarily before he nodded slightly, his voice low and gentle. "What happened there, Mayura?" I didn't know what I should answer.
He must have sensed my hesitation. Suddenly, without warning, Abhimaan swerved the car to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt, and before I could react, he jumped out, leaving me alone in the darkened interior. Panic surged through me as I quickly followed him, my legs trembling as I stepped out into the night.
He was striding away from the car, his pace brisk and his posture rigid. "Abhimaan, wait!" I called out, my voice trembling. I tried to reach him, to stop him, but he spun around, his eyes dark and stormy.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Abhimaan grasped my waist and lifted me onto the bonnet of the car. I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching out to steady myself, but he trapped me there, his hands on either side of me, his fingers digging into the cold metal.
I felt a surge of panic, my mind racing with a hundred different scenarios. Why was he doing this? Was he angry with me?
"Abhimaan, please," I begged, my voice shaking.
But his gaze was fixed on mine, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes – anger, hurt, and something else I couldn’t quite identify. I could see the turmoil in his expression, the struggle to keep his emotions in check.
"I never should have let you go there , Mayura," he said, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against my face. "It was my fault ."
His words cut through me like a knife, the weight of his disappoint.
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on the darkness beyond his shoulder. His questions hung in the air, each one piercing my heart like daggers. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
I said , "it was not your fault , please don't say this ".
Abhimaan’s grip on my waist tightened, pulling me closer until our bodies were almost touching. There was no space between us, not even for a whisper of air. His hand reached up, his fingers wrapping around my chin, gently but firmly. He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.
