In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparall...
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The next morning, I woke up to find Mayura already up and about, her expression determined as she fiddled with something in the kitchen. I had a feeling she was planning something, especially after our little challenge from the previous night.
She had claimed she would make me smile first thing in the morning, and I was curious to see how she’d try to achieve that.
As I walked into the kitchen, the delicious aroma of freshly made parathas filled the air. Mayura turned around, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she greeted me. “Good morning, Mr. Shekhawat! Ready for a wonderful day?”
I arched an eyebrow, slightly suspicious but amused. “Depends on what you have planned.”
She grinned and set a plate of parathas in front of me. “I made your favorite breakfast! How’s that for a start?”
I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips, but I quickly hid it behind a neutral expression. “It’s a good effort, Jaana, but you’re going to have to try harder than that.”
Her eyes narrowed, clearly not expecting me to resist so easily. “Oh, don’t worry, Abhimaan. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.”
She spent the entire morning attempting to coax a smile out of me—bringing me coffee, playing our favorite songs, even trying to tell me a few jokes she had heard. But I remained steadfast, determined to keep a straight face.
As the hours passed and lunchtime approached, I could see the frustration building in her eyes. But instead of giving up, she suddenly adopted a look of mock anger.
“Fine, Mr. Grumpy,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “If you won’t smile, I’m just going to leave for college. Maybe I’ll find someone there who appreciates my efforts!”
I watched her stomp out of the room, my amusement growing. She was putting on quite the performance, but I knew she was only pretending to be upset. Still, I let her go, curious to see what she’d do next.
A few hours later, around lunchtime, I found myself checking my phone repeatedly. I had gotten used to her sending me little updates throughout the day—something I found strangely comforting, though I’d never admit it out loud. But today, there was nothing.
I frowned, debating whether to call her. After all, I knew she wasn’t really mad, but the silence was starting to get to me. Finally, I gave in and dialed her number.
She didn’t pick up.
I tried again. Still no answer.
That’s when I started to get genuinely concerned. What if something had happened? What if she was really upset and needed me?
I didn’t waste another second. Grabbing my keys, I headed straight to her college, determined to find out what was going on.
As I drove, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off. Mayura wasn’t the type to ignore my calls without a good reason. And she had never once mentioned being upset enough to avoid talking to me.
