RAJA JI RUKIYE!!........
(RAJA JI STOP!!.......)That voice, again. Who is she? Where is she? Why is she calling me Raja ji?
RAJA JI! AAP HUME CHOR KAR NHI JAYENGE NA? HUM PYAAR KARTE HAI AAPSE, AAPKE BINA REH NHI PAYENGE.......
( RAJA JI! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE,RIGHT? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I WONT BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU.........)I woke up. Sweating, panting and gasping for air. I don't know whoever she is but now I know that she is MINE. I've had enough of these voices and those eyes are calling for me, it's like she is going far away from me. Her every plea and the agony that her eyes hold are killing me, I want her in my arms. I want to protect her, pull her in my embrace and make sure that she is safe with me. I want to erase every fear and sorrow from her eyes and replace it with the moment of love and joy that will remain constantly in OUR life.
She WAS my Rani sa back then and she WILL be my Rani sa forever. I will find you my love and will keep you safe with me. Just wait for me, my Rani sa.
With that I woke up and head to the gym to get myself out of her memories. It has been years that I've been seeing those eyes, those deep and doe like hazel eyes. As soon as I entered inside our personal gym, everyone got quite as if they have seen some ghost early this morning. I'm not complaining it's just I can't help it. They get intimidated in my presence and they hardly approach me. It's not that I haven't tried talking to them.I'm the eldest son of the Rathore clan and my baba said that I look exactly like my great grandfather. He was the bravest warrior and ruler our clan has ever had but his life ended in a tragedy.
Soon i was pulled out of my thoughts by Adhiraj.
' Pranam Bhabha....aap aaj jaldi aa gaye?' he said while taking blessings from me.
(greetings Bhabha.....you are up early today?)'hmm....aankh jaldi khul gayi thi humari. Aap ko jis kaam ke liye kaha tha woh ho gaya Raj?'
(Hmm....I couldn't sleep at night. Have you done the task which I've alloted you Raj?)' ji bhabha.'
(Yes Bhabha)After exercising for an hour, I move back to my chamber to get ready for meeting and site inspection.
' idk why Bhabha needs to exercise this much.' said Abhay.
' yeah, have you seen his shoulders. I mean it should be illegal to have such broad shoulders.' said Anant in daze
' why does Bhabha speaks so less. I pity the girl he'll marry someday.' said RajAbhiraj Singh Rathore! You better be ready in 30 mins or I will leave you....... Adhiraj eyes were about to pop out of it's sockets after hearing his bhabha's baritone voice.
On the other hand,
Amogh Singh Rathore, the eldest son of the family got ready and was having his breakfast with his baba and his dada hukum.
Everyone knew that Amogh doesn't like to talk much but he will never deny his dada hukum's word. His dada hukum treats Amogh as if he is his(dada hukum's) father. Dada hukum calls Amogh as BABA and no one ever questions the bond that they share.
' Baba....' dada hukum tried to get a reaction out of Amogh.
' ji dada hukum.'
' Baba, I want you to get married now. Soon you'll be 33 years old and I don't want you to spend you life being single anymore.'' Dada hukum, hum aapse pehle bhi keh chuke hai ki Hume abhi vivah nhi karna hai.' Amogh said while groaning ' and I don't think so any girl will be happy with me.' he murmured to himself.
(Dada hukum, I've already made myself clear that I don't want to get married.)Jab hum unhe patni ka darja de nhi payenge aur na hi Purna roop se apna payenge toh phir kyun hum kisiki zindagi barbad karen. Isse behtar hoga ki hum kisi se vivah hi na kare. Agar Hume humari Rani sa ke nhi hue toh phir kisi aur ke bhi nhi hona chahate.
(When I know that I won't be able to accept that girl complete as my wife and will not be able to fulfill all my duties as a husband then why should I spoil someone's life. It will be better if I stay out of it. If I can't be with her then I don't want someone else as well.)But Amogh missed the look his baba and dada hukum shared, which was filled with mischief and sly smile.
It's not that I never desired to be in a relationship and feel all kind of emotions but I think that now it's too late for me to have all that. My family always supported me in whatever decisions I've made till date. Earlier I was never this serious and stoic but as the time passed and as the dreams got frequent I've decided to wait for HER, like she was calling for me to wait....wait for her.
So that's what I did but as the years passed I started loosing hope and when I turned around to look back at time then I realised that there was no one but her. No one but SHE is the one woman that I want now. I remember her smile and her eyes and her voice, she called me RAJA JI and I chuckled that how cute she sound. Even if it's just a myth, a fantasy so be it.....I will wait for her.
At one point dada hukum asked me to try dating when I was in my late 20's and I thought may be I should so I started going out with Ashmita, she is our business partner's daughter. Initially she potrait herself as a very timid, shy and traditional girl but soon that changed when she started advancing towards me intimately. I never liked her touch on myself but brushed it off thinking that it might be due to my deep feeling for the girl of my dreams. But one day she crossed her limit when she barged in my office while I was reviewing a proposal and came near me. Before I could even realise what's happening, I felt her lips on mine......AND that was it. It broke some kind of rage inside me and I pushed her on the floor and called the security to drag her out of the office building and cancelled any kind of deals with her family.
Her father and brother tried to threaten me and my family but they knew it so well that AMOGH SINGH RATHORE never back offs from challenges and doesn't take empty threats too well.
Her act left he shakened for weeks as it made me feel like thousands of insect were crawling all over my body. And soon after that incident I saw HER face.DO LIKE AND COMMENT.
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