JAIRAJ SINGH THAKUR x INAYAT ALI KHAN
Book 3 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
Amidst the communal chaos going on in our state, my alliance was fixed with a man who was no less than a monster for me. Our fathers fixed this marriage to preach peace, but no one...
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"Yeah sure, Inayat ji, let's talk."
I cut Armaan off in the mid, raising up from my seat, adjusting my collar sexily. This was first time when my baby begum lifted up her gaze to glare at me. I felt like my heart skipped a beat. Those amber green eyes felt like an ocean, and I want to drown into the emotions that were surfing through her.
Her mother patted her shoulder softly, and she finally stood up.
Uff! A subtle movement of hers and I'm dead.
She glanced at her brother before muttering in a low soothing voice.
"Upstairs!"
She stole a glance of me before walking towards the stairs, taking little shy steps. I started striding behind her too. Even when she was covered properly, her curves were discernible through that green sharara.
I was wrong when I assumed her to be a damsel. She is a Goddess, much more than anyone could decipher. I felt surreal walking behind her. I wish she leads me forever.
Fuck! What was I thinking? I had always imagined myself overpowering her, but right now I felt like surrendering before her...... completely.
It was the fourth step already, and I had to do something that nobody knew. I quickly plunged my hands in the pockets of my pyjamas, and drew out the mini cameras that I had carried with me.
I began placing them on the railings quite carefully, without coming into anyone's notice. We were finally upstairs, but the silence between us felt like the quietness before the storm, turning haunting with each step we were taking.
I was still placing the cameras, and we ultimately entered her room.
My dream destination.
Without letting her know, I placed most of the cameras over there too, mostly near the entrance until she turned back to look at me.
Those amber green orbs were anchored at my face. That little pearl like nose of hers was flaring with exasperation.
"Darwaza band kariye."
"Close the door."
She commanded me, folding her arms before her chest. Is my baby begum really so bold or was she pretending to be one?
However, I nodded and followed her words. The moment I closed the door and turned around, she was standing just before me. Our breaths fanned against each other due to the close proximity. There was no ounce of fear or timidity visible in her eyes and gestures.
"Your itr (perfume) has a beautiful fragrance."
I grunted, and suddenly she pulled out a small knife from the hem of her kurti, placing its sharp end on my neck.
"Aap niche jakar kahenge ki apko ye nikaah qubool nahi hai aur hum apko pasand nahi aye."
"You'll deny this relationship once we go downstairs, and admit that you don't like me."
