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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"I am fine, Aunty," Tranika managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hearing his mother's words, Adhiraj felt a surge of anger. He remembered asking Tranika about the scar on her leg, and she had brushed it off as an accident. But now he realized it was far from accidental. His confusion deepened as he wondered how his family knew so much about Tranika.
Reyansh, Adhiraj's brother, interrupted the conversation with a grin. "Mai bhi yha hu."
Tranika turned to Reyansh, smiling warmly. "Hi Reyansh!"
"Of course I know you," Tranika said, giving him a side hug.
"Stay away," Adhiraj warned them, trying to sound stern.
"Is something burning?" Reyansh teased Tranika with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Yes, your brother," Tranika replied, laughing.
As the room buzzed with light-hearted chatter, Adhiraj's mother turned to Tranika with a warm smile. "Come, let's sit," she invited, guiding her to a cozy corner of the room where the family gathered.
Amidst the laughter and stories being shared, Adhiraj's father stood up, extending a hand towards Tranika. "Come, beta, I will give you a house tour."
Tranika raised an eyebrow playfully. "CM Sahab giving a house tour? Wahhh," she teased, causing a ripple of laughter.
Reyansh, ever the dramatist, feigned shock. "Mai ye sab kya dekh raha hu? Kya ye sach mai mere bade papa hai?" He placed a hand on his chest in mock disbelief.
Tranika chuckled, shaking her head as she walked away with Adhiraj's father. The atmosphere became more subdued as they moved through the halls.
"So, how is it going?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
"Mostly done. I may have to leave India," Tranika responded, her tone tinged with the weight of her words.
"Hmmm. Do your parents know who you really are?" he asked, his gaze steady.
"No," Tranika replied, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"You should tell them," he urged gently.
"No, I can't trust anyone with this," she insisted, her eyes flickering with determination.
"You need to be more careful. This is huge. PM Sir doesn't want any casualties, especially you. This country cannot lose you."
"No casualties, but I can't guarantee myself," she said, her voice edged with frustration.
"Tranika," he warned, his tone growing stern.
"What? You know how hard it is. Stop thinking like my Vineet uncle and start thinking like the state's CM and India's oldest and most cunning strategist," she snapped back.
