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 arrived at the palace, a wave of unease washed over me. Abhimaan’s grip on my hand tightened as we were walking back , his silent reassurance grounding me amidst my growing anxiety.
When we stepped out of the car, the servants informed us that my father and brother -Shekhar, were waiting in the living room. Abhimaan’s expression instantly darkened, a cold fury brewing in his eyes.
“Stay close to me,” he whispered, his voice calm but firm.
his touch gentle but protective, never straying far from my side. I appreciated his quiet strength, feeling grateful that he was here with me .
We walked towards the palace, Abhimaan’s strides long and purposeful. I had to quicken my pace to keep up, my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation and dread.
As we entered the living room, my father and Shekhar were seated on the couch, their faces stern and disapproving. Abhimaan’s grip on my hand tightened further, a silent promise that he wouldn’t let them harm me.
“Mayura, you need to explain yourself,” my father said coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.
Abhimaan’s anger was almost tangible, his eyes blazing as he growled, “She doesn’t need to explain anything to you.”
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for Abhimaan, standing up for me so fiercely.
“But Mayura, you need to come back with us,” my father insisted, his tone firm but laced with desperation. “This marriage is a sham, a business arrangement that’s no longer necessary.”
Abhimaan remained silent, his intense gaze fixed on me, silently asking what I wanted. His hand, still holding mine, tightened just a bit more, urging me to stay with him.
“Mayura, come on,” Shekhar added with a sneer. “You don’t belong here. You’re one of us, not some royal pawn.”
Abhimaan finally spoke, his voice low and commanding. “Jaana, come with me.”
He led me to the throne sofa, guiding me to sit down. I felt a mix of anxiety and curiosity as he knelt before me, his eyes locked onto mine.
“Do you want to go back to them?” he asked gently, yet firmly.
I shook my head quickly, anxiety momentarily forgotten. “No, I won’t leave you. You’re my husband, my home.”
Abhimaan’s expression softened, and he took my hand in his. “You’re my wife . And I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”
Standing up, he turned to face my father and Shekhar, his tall frame radiating authority. His voice rang out, powerful and unyielding, “Enough! Mayura is mine now. Mere pyaar ko kisi ki ijaazat ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Abhimaan pulled out his phone and made a quick call. “Do it,” he instructed firmly before cutting the call. Turning back to my father and Shekhar, his eyes glinted with determination.
