Not every rose is red. Not every Sunday is a fun day. Not every damsel in distress has her prince charming. Not every bad guy changes to an adoring husband for his wife. Not every memory is worth remembering. Similarly, NOT EVERY LOVE STORY IS FILLE...
Abhidnya couldn't remove her eyes from what she was looking at. There was a room filled with terrifying weapons.
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Guns of almost all sizes were arranged systematically. They were proudly glorifying the ultimate destruction. Is this legal? Does he have a licence to own this? But why would he like to own these weapons of destruction? What's the necessity?
She stepped ahead and touched one of the pistols with her shivering fingers. The pistol looked ancient and was carved with the design of a marching lion. She eyed other pistols and all had the same design which indicates that this is not just any design but the symbol of mightiness.
She swiftly turned around but her veil got stuck in the nuzzle of one of the guns. When she forcefully tried to pull it, the gun fell on the floor from the iron holder.
A small gasp escaped Abhidnya's mouth. She was so terrorised that she didn't even attempt to pick the gun. She left it as it is and ran out of the room. She fixed the painting before anyone could notice.
She with quick steps entered inside their bedroom. She looked at the dark bedroom. The only source of light was the moonlight coming inside the room through the zali jharokha .
"Jab hum washroom gaye thay tab toh lights on thay. Hume yaad hai ki humne bandh nhi kara tha", she muttered this to herself.
As soon as she completed, she saw a flash of fire. And there he was sitting like an emperor. Bare chested, flaunting his upper body.
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Adhavan was only in his towel. Smoking is toxic for health but currently he was looking enough toxic for Abhidnya's sanity. She couldn't understand whether she was sweating due to his erotica or the fear she has for him.
Adhavan was leaning on the wall. He eyed Abhidnya whonwas dressed in a traditional Rajasthani attire. She was entirely covered but she looked like a nymph to him.
