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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I stood frozen, staring at the burning wreckage that had been my car just moments before. My heart raced, mind flooded with fear, thinking of Jaana—my Mayura—trapped inside. This couldn't be real. We were supposed to grow old together, not be torn apart by violence.
My knees buckled, and I crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down my face. Flashes of our life together flickered through my mind—our laughter, our fights, the soft moments we shared. I thought I heard her voice, calling my name. But no, it couldn’t be…
Then, a gentle touch rested on my shoulder. Blinking through tears, I looked up and saw her—Jaana. Mayura. My heart stopped. She was here, alive.
"Abhimaan," she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with concern. "What happened?"
I couldn’t speak, just stared at her in disbelief. She was alive. She was real. Overcome with emotion, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight, unwilling to let go. "I thought I lost you," I whispered, my voice shaking.
Mayura hugged me back, her grip just as strong. "I'm here, Abhimaan. I'm here."
The world around us disappeared, and all that mattered was her presence. She was alive. She was with me. As I breathed in her scent, I felt my racing heart begin to slow.
She pulled back slightly, guilt flickering in her eyes. "I went to meet my college friends at the crossing. I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry."
I cupped her face, wiping away her apology with a gentle touch. "Never say sorry, Jaana. You're safe, and that's all that matters."
We stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the chaos of the world fading away. Her presence was all I needed.
She looked into my eyes, her voice soft. "Let’s go home."
I nodded, still shaken. We called for another car and decided to head home, not to the office. I wasn’t ready to face the day, and Mayura understood that without words.
Once home, I collapsed onto the couch, feeling the weight of the day crush me. Mayura sat beside me, her hand on my knee, her eyes searching mine. "Abhimaan, talk to me. What’s going on?"
I shook my head, struggling to put my feelings into words. "I thought I lost you," I said quietly, my voice barely audible.
Tears filled her eyes, and she leaned into me, wrapping her arms around me once more. "I'm here. I’m not going anywhere."
We held each other for a long time, letting the silence speak for us. In her arms, I felt some of the tension melt away. I knew we would get through this. We could face anything, as long as we had each other.
Exhaustion hit me hard, and I felt my eyelids droop. Mayura’s warmth was soothing, her gentle touch a balm to my frayed nerves. As I drifted into sleep, I felt her fingers stroke my hair, her whispered words a lullaby.
