Journey of two broken souls.
ADHIRAJ RANA -future CM of Rajasthan and king of Udaipur
Dr. TRANIKA RAJVANSH- IAS officer
"I am your fucking wife, Adhiraj, treat me like one," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "The wife you forced into this mar...
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The piercing headache woke me up at 5:30 am, my usual waking time. I had taken sleeping pills the night before to calm my mind after the distressing incident with the baby. How could someone do that? The anxiety was building up, but when Adhiraj hugged me, I felt a sense of calm wash over me unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I knew I had to keep my distance from him.
After my morning routine, I started making breakfast for Niti and myself. But before that, I quietly checked on Niti, who was sleeping so peacefully. I couldn't resist kissing her forehead before heading to the kitchen.
An hour later, Niti came downstairs and hugged me from behind. "Good morning, Rani," I greeted her. She asked if everything was okay, and I assured her that it was, deciding to accompany her to the office.
At the office, I anxiously waited for Mr. Malhotra. I knew he was a despicable man, and I couldn't let Niti deal with him on her own.
I initially started the company, but due to commitments in my government job, I couldn't manage it under my name anymore. So, I transferred ownership to Niharika, who excels in handling business affairs, allowing me to lighten my workload. I now visit the office three times a week and primarily attend meetings online. And then there came an old, repulsive man known for his womanizing ways. "Good afternoon, beautiful," he said with a smirk, his eyes lingering on me in a way that made my skin crawl.
"Afternoon. It's Ms. Rajvansh for you," I replied curtly, emphasizing the formality he seemed to disregard.
"Okay, okay, so tell me, how are you, Ms. Rajvansh?" he asked, a mocking lilt in his voice.
Ignoring his question, I steered the conversation back to the matter at hand. "We've added an architecture and design branch to our business, and we need a significant investment."
"I have read the details, Ms. Rajvansh," he said, his tone turning serious for a moment, "but I would like a 55 percent share."
"That's not possible, Mr. Malhotra," I replied firmly, keeping my voice steady despite the unease building inside me.
"Then visit my place, sweetheart, and I'll help you become the best businesswoman," he suggested, his tone dripping with sleaze and insinuation.
"GET. OUT. Mr. Malhotra, before I lose my calm," I warned, my voice low but laden with anger.
"Think about it, sweetheart. It's a good deal. I want you to be my wife, darling," he insisted, his words soaked in lust. He placed his hand on mine, squeezing it in a lingering, uncomfortable way that made my stomach churn.
I stood up abruptly, glaring at him. "Get out, Mr. Malhotra, before I kill you," I raised my voice, each word enunciated with cold fury. "I offered you help, but you insulted me.Now see what I'm going to do with a whore like you," he spat as he walked out, his face twisted with malice.
Niharika rushed inside, her face etched with concern. "What happened?" she asked urgently. I didn't reply, still shaken. She opened the camera recordings and captured what had transpired.
