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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The day went well. I knew my Jaana must be waiting for me, so I asked a servant to fetch a glass of thandai into our room.
Heading inside the room, I felt surreal as the fresh redolence of rose and Jasmine hit my nostrils. The room was bedecked as if it was our wedding night.
The smile that had impromptu danced on my lips vanished at the thought of the 'wedding night' that was 'cursed' for my Jaana.
Punishing my lips under my teeth, I cleared up my throat before calling her out
"Jaana! Where are you, my love?"
Nobody responded, but within a few seconds, I could listen to the enchanting anklet bell sounds coming from the bathroom area. She was strolling at me, taking slow seductive steps.
Fuckkkk!
She was wearing a red bodycon dress. God knows where she got it from, but her figure looked tempting in that.
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The mangalsutra adorned her neck divinely. She was holding three roses together in her hand. The other one was resting on her waist.
She is phenomenal!
"Why, Jaana?"
I sibilated, as she stood before me confidently.
"I know you love all my shades, but this is your personal favourite so I wanted to wear it..... just for tonight...and yes, I know I breathe and you're done, but this is just for my happiness. Okay?"
She asserted, making everything clear, and leaving no room for discussion anymore. I simply nodded, smirking at her.
Suddenly the door knocked and I walked to it to get that glass of chilled thandai into the room.
Keeping it on the bed, I unclothed myself of the kurta I was wearing using one hand of mine, the other just stayed over my head. I had already taken a bath in the bathroom of the outhouse after playing too much Holi during the daytime.
She offered those roses to me lovingly, and I gladly accepted them.
"Where should I sit?"
She asked, her innate timid behaviour urged her to lower those timid doe eyes.
