Journey of two broken souls.
ADHIRAJ RANA -future CM and king of Rajasthan
Dr. TRANIKA RAJVANSH- IAS officer
"I am your wife, Adhiraj," Tranika said, her voice trembling with emotion. "The wife you forced into this marriage."
Adhiraj's expression r...
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As I glanced out my window, I witnessed Adhiraj's departure from the house, leaving me in disbelief over the recent events. I refuse to be seen as a possession, yet I found myself unable to respond as I felt the intensity of his gaze. His eyes conveyed a clear message, compelling me to maintain my silence.
Drawing from my background as a psychologist, I couldn't shake the feeling that Adhiraj may have suffered trauma in his past. His possessiveness towards both objects and people seemed to be driven by a deep-seated fear of loss. While I sensed his anger, I also perceived a genuine fear of losing me. I chose to remain silent, knowing that speaking up might only escalate his aggression.
Despite his attempts to hold me back, I could have easily broken free. Having undergone rigorous training for the past six years, I have developed the skill to adeptly and decisively handle interactions, regardless of the circumstances.
I had a restless night, unable to sleep. In the morning, I went to see Niti. She was lying on her bed, immersed in her phone, waiting for me to enter her room. Setting her phone aside, she closed her eyes as I approached.
"Niti," I called out, but she didn't respond. Sitting beside her, I ran my hand through her hair, feeling the tension in her body.
"I'm sorry, beta. I know I shouldn't have shouted at you, but you weren't telling me the truth," I said softly, my voice filled with regret.
"You don't trust me," she countered, her voice barely above a whisper, the hurt evident in her tone.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I trust you with my life, Niti. I just don't want you to get into any trouble," I explained, my heart aching at the thought of her feeling betrayed by me.
She turned her head slightly, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Then why do you always think I'm lying? Why can't you just believe me?"
I gently lifted her chin, making her look at me. "It's not that I don't believe you, Niti. It's that I worry about you. The world can be harsh, and I don't want you to face that alone."
Niti sighed, her expression softening slightly. "I understand, but I need you to trust me too. I'm not a child anymore."
"I know you're not," I said, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "But you'll always be my little girl, no matter how old you get."
She gave a small, reluctant smile at that. "I guess that's fair."
I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Can you forgive me?" I asked, my voice tender and hopeful.
Niti nodded slowly. "I can, but you have to promise to try and trust me more."
"I promise," I said sincerely, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
"Now, why don't you freshen up and join me downstairs for breakfast?" I suggested, hoping to lighten the mood.
Niti sat up, stretching slightly. "Alright, but only if you make my favorite pancakes."
