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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Tranika arrived at the location her brother had directed her to, spotting Mohit seated at a table. As she approached, he enveloped her in a hug, but his touch sent discomfort through her.
"Hey, Tranika, long time, baby," Mohit greeted casually.
"It's Ms. Rajvansh for you," Tranika asserted firmly.
"Ah, come on, baby, we're getting married. Don't be so formal; I'm your to-be husband," he insisted.
"You are mistaken, Mohit. I would never marry a selfish man like you who doesn't even treat his mother and sister properly," Tranika replied calmly.
Mohit chuckled derisively. "Do you really think you have an option? Your father signed a deal with us."
Tranika smiled coolly. "How much do you want? Take it from me. I could buy your whole company, including you."
"How dare you!" Mohit's voice rose.
"Lower your voice when you talk to me, Mohit, otherwise I wouldn't think twice before making you beg on the streets. I just came to tell you to back off. Vrna Tranika Rajvansh jo tum logo k sath kregi tumse saha nhi jyga," Tranika warned dangerously.
Mohit leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in disdain as he spat out, "Who do you think you are? Just a random civil servant. I can buy a hundred of you with a single call."
Tranika's laugh rang out, clear and confident, cutting through the tension in the room. "Have some water, Mohit," she said, her voice dripping with irony. "You're going to get a call."
Just as she finished speaking, Mohit's phone buzzed insistently. He snatched it up, his expression shifting from irritation to concern as he listened to his assistant's panicked voice on the other end.
"Sir, we lost all our deals! All our investors have backed out, except Rajveer sir," the assistant stammered.
"What? How is this even possible?" Mohit demanded, his voice rising in a mix of shock and desperation.
Tranika leaned back in her chair, her smile widening as she watched the color drain from Mohit's face. His arrogance evaporated, replaced by a frantic energy as he grappled with the sudden catastrophe.
"So, I think it's over," she said, her tone cool and composed. "You're nearly bankrupt. My father would never ask me to marry you."
As she stood to leave, Mohit harshly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, touching her inappropriately. Before Tranika could react, a gunshot pierced mohit's hand.
Tranika glanced over her shoulder to find Adhiraj standing stoically with his men, a palpable tension in the air. "To the car, Tranika. NOW," his voice carried a dangerous undertone. Knowing the consequences of defiance, Tranika wordlessly complied, trailed by two of Adhiraj's men.
Moments later, Adhiraj returned, his expression unreadable. "Don't do anything to him, Adhiraj," Tranika spoke up, her voice tinged with caution. "It was just a casual meeting my father arranged. I handled it myself. You didn't give me a chance to react before you shot him."
