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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Last week was a total blast for me. My bed and couch were broken after that night, making it evident that we were extremely rough on the Holi night. The couch had my semen stains too, and bhaiya got to know about it. Though he didn't react much, but his side glances were enough to scare the shit out of me.
My Jaana was chirping like a free bird throughout the journey. I was loving all of her reactions, and I feel fortunate to become the reason behind the new experiences she is getting.
We finally reached Chicago, and right now we were standing before our apartment, carrying all the luggage by ourselves, since we don't have servants here.
Ring ring
I pressed the bell again, and the door finally unlocked.
"Hey! Mr and Mrs Thakur?"
The lady who had unlocked the door, asked us.
"Yeah! I'm Dhanraj Singh Thakur and she is my better half, Ragini Dhanraj Singh Thakur."
I informed her. She narrowed her eyes, adjusted her glasses to gawk at us properly.
"Okay! Mrs Smith told me about your arrival. Come inside."
She muttered, welcoming us in the house. It was beautiful, with alluring interior design and captivating furniture.
"So you also live here?"
I asked, bringing my gaze back to that lady.
"Yes! I'm Mrs. Sharma. Your personal servant."
She asserted, joining her hands before her lower abdomen and bowing down to us. I was already told about her. She seemed middle aged, but sophisticated. Also, she is Indian like us, and spotting Indians in foreign feels heavenly.
"Mrs. Smith is the land lady, and she is quite strict when it comes to foreigner people, but I'm sure she'll like you both because your lady emits divine aura."
She blurted out, ogling my Jaana shamelessly. I would definitely have punched her face if she was a man, but wait a second, what if she is a lesbian?
But my Jaana isn't one.
But what if my Jaana turns out to be one, as she is unpredictable?
No! She will never betray her thakur ji.
But what if US culture influences her?
"Thakur ji, let's pick up the luggage!"
I came out of the ocean of random thoughts that were troubling me tremendously.
"Yeah, baby. Let's come inside. And um... what is your name, Mrs. Sharma?"
I asked, picking up the bags, and turning back to look at that lady, who had welcomed us.
