𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆

•𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹-62•

QOTD

⦾Has a book you like ever been turned into a movie or TV series that you hated?

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ए शख्स तेरा साथ मुझे हर शक्ल में मंजूर है

यादें हो या मुश्किल हो, यकीं हो या गुमान हो,

अल्फाज की शक्ल में एहसास लिखा जाता है

यहां पर पानी को प्यास लिखा जाता है।

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Khushi Aviraj Singh Rathore's POV

Bhagwati Pratap Singh Rathore

The woman who would do anything to destroy her own grandson, the heaviness in my chest increased as her eyes met mine. She smirked and took a puff from the cigar before looking at Naveen uncle and then at me and saying,

"Welcome, Maharani Sa. I was hoping to meet you alone and have a great conversation with you, but Aviraj never left you alone. He is a whipped man, like his father." She said it and chuckled, and my eyes welled up with tears when I heard Aviraj's name. He will be hurt when he discovers that the person he believes has suffered as much as he has, but she is the source of his suffering. Seeing her sitting in front of me on the chair appears to deplete all of my energy; I don't have any left to fight.

"Why are you doing all this with Aviraj and Anu, ma? Why did you destroy your son's life?" My voice seemed tired and painful, but she looked at me, smiled, and said

"Patience, dear, I will answer your every question because it is mandatory to fulfill the last wish of the person going to die." I looked at her with wide eyes before shifting my gaze to Harshit and saying it sarcastically.

"You claim to love me, Harshit; why don't you prove it by shooting her? I'll do anything you ask." Her eyes moved quickly toward Harshit, confirming my suspicion that they do not trust each other. Harshit raised his gun to her and said, looking at her.

"She wants me to kill you, Nani; what do you suggest?" Before she could say anything, Harshit said

"Do you think I'll shoot her? No, dear. I would never shoot her for a girl I've known for a few months. But the problem is that you don't love me. How sad." I'm disappointed as he drops the gun and says this. Everything he said is correct, but it still disappoints me. I shake my head, chuckle, and look at Harshit.

"You asked me what he had that you didn't—everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. If he were in your shoes, I wouldn't have to tell him to shoot her; he loves me that much. You want to know why I love him so much..."

"Mene uss insaan ko mujhe pujte hue dekha hai; mere khushi ke liye jeeta hai vo; mere chote se gaam par pareshann ho jata hai. Mere chahto ko apne se phle rakhte hai, aur mene usse mere liye jeete dekha hai; uske jitna pyaar to mai bhe nhi kar paa rhe hu khudse, koe aur to kya hee karega." I said that, looking at Harshit and seeing him tighten his grip on the gun, and with a smile, I looked at her, the reason behind all of this, and she kept looking at me and saying to Harshit

"You should leave, Harshit; I'll take care of her now. I want to speak with her personally." Harshit left the room, leaving me with his Nani and Naveen uncle; she finished the cigar in the ash tray and said,