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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My Jaana slept in my arms after some time, her lotus face looked charming, but tired. She was undoubtedly tired, as it was the first time she witnessed the 'wild bull' inside me, but not completely. I could still somehow tame it.
She peed a little after some time, and it was quite normal. A woman's delicate body gets bewildered coming in contact with such wild behaviour, so such reflexes were nothing to be ashamed of, but she must have felt embarrassed of it if she was awake at that moment.
I gently wiped off her core, carried her to the couch silently so that she didn't wake up, and changed the bedsheet before making her lie there down again.
Luckily she didn't wake up. I kept ogling her lotus face until sleep engulfed me in her arms. . . .
The propitious sun rays hit my face in the early morning. Thinning my brows in frustration I immediately covered her face so that she doesn't get disturbed. Stretching my arms severely, I left the bed, but not before pecking my Jaana's soft cheek. She nuzzled a little.
I went to the bathroom to perform the morning business and took a bath crooning the same bhajan that she sings most of the time. She is making me like her, and I love it.
I came out, dressed myself in a traditional attire and went to visit a nearby temple. After returning back, I changed into a lighter pair - comfortable lower and a grey t-shirt.
I prepared sandwich for both of us. I will re-heat it for her once she wakes up. I was having breakfast silently, recalling the unforgettable memories of last night - her moans, her expressions, the way she expresses herself, her timidness and most importantly, her simplicity. An impromptu smile began dancing on my lips.
My gaze fell on the locked room, that is closed for years, exactly like my passion whom I had murdered years ago.
Flashback!! (Author's POV)
A 15-years-old Dhanraj was sitting before a huge piano, pressing its keys with closed eyes and an enchanting smile on his face.
"Ee ka karta rehta hai re, sara din gaana bajana. Nachaniya ban ke reh jayega. Chhod eka. Padh likh re sasura. Baad me Ghar ka dhandha hi dekhna hai tujhe."
"What do hell do you all day - playing instruments and crooning. You'll end up becoming a dancer or crooner! Leave it. Go and study. At the end, you have to handle the family business only, got it?"
Jaswant's words echoed into his ears, when he had caught Dhanraj red handed playing the piano. He hated to witness the artistic side of his sons since he wanted them to become ruthless and heartless mafias.
A teenager Dhanraj was separated from his passion mercilessly. His piano was locked into this room forever. He cried and implored his mother to get it out for him, but poor Aradhya couldn't utter a word before Jaswant.
