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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"Dhanu, leave her."
Bhaiya commanded him. His hold slackened, and I straightened up immediately. He stood up too, only to groan into my ears.
"You will punished so roughly for this, Ragini. Just become healthy once."
I could feel all the hair on my body waking up all of a sudden.
He sat back on the bed, and I followed his actions too, stuffing the pakodis in my mouth.
How is he going to punish me?
Maasi was all alone in the village now, with no relatives so bhaiya decided to take her to the city. She refused to do so in the beginning, but agreed when bhaiya ensured her that she would work there for a living, and won't become a burden on us, that she thought she could be.
I was the happiest to know that she was coming to the city with us. Now I could meet her anytime I wanted.
Applying ointment and bandages to my wounds, all of us headed back to Prayagraj, where I was given proper treatment by the doctors.
Ma scolded me for running away like this, though she wasn't harsh with me, but she was right.
Jai bhaiya pretended to be upset with me too, but I managed to gain his trust back by preparing some sweet dishes for him.
Three weeks passed, and now only one month was left for us to leave for Chicago. He was taking good care of me all this while, but he had stopped teasing or 'babying' me.
He didn't even call me 'Jaana'.
I missed those cuddles, but he used to sleep early now. It could be office work, but I could sense that he was upset with me.
"Thakur ji! I miss you so badly. Why don't you talk to me? Why don't you call me 'Jaana'?"
I was cooing to his picture, that was being displayed on the screen of my mobile phone. Lying over my tummy on the bed, I was swaying my legs like a little kid, talking to his picture.
"You know how much your 'Jaana' misses you. She asked for your forgiveness so many times, but you aren't ready to forgive her. Please punish her, but don't torment her with your silence."
My voice began turning hoarse and shaky, because tears were accumulating at the edge of my eyes.
"You want to be punished?"
His voice caused a shiver run through my spine. I sat up, and turned back immediately, only to find him smirking at me, with his hands folded before his chest, and his waist supported on the table.
I gulped, recalling the words he had muttered into my ears in the village.
The Rough Punishment!
"Please punish me, thakur ji."
I mumbled, lowering my gaze, and sitting obediently, placing my thighs over my calves, my butt supported over my ankles.
