Generally sapno ka Rajkumar hi Rajkumari ko villian se bachata hai, par yaha toh kahani hi alag hai.....
The wife of Indo-Italian Mafia trapped between the chaos of trust, truth and faith is fighting against her own love. Will she regret her decisi...
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My nervousness increased as soon as the car came to halt in front of that huge mansion which wasn't lively at all. Aur hoga bhi kaise inke hote hue? I thought there would've atleast been some arrangements made for the guha-pravesh let alone decorations but he proved me wrong as always. There was darkness spread in the surroundings. I was still glued to my seat when he dragged me towards the mansion not caring about the broken bangles which were piercing through mine as well as his skin making both of ours blood mix with eachother. I kept mum controlling my tears while he just held my wrists tightly.
Thud*
He closed the door with a loud voice, yanking my wrists away.
"Hogaya?" I asked him while he gave me a look clearly expressing that he is amazed because of my behaviour.
"Aur kuch baki hoga to kar lo. Ek hi baar mein jo hona hai woh ho jaye. Baar baar aap mera haat pakdoge toh kya hoga na ki aap hi contaminate ho jaoge." I said with a smirk.
"Jyada bakwas na kariyo. Kya samajhti kya ho tum apne aapko ki tum mujhe itni akad dikhao?" He asked grabbing my jaw within his long broad fingers.
"Aapki biwi Mr. RISHI SINGH RATHORE. Mrs. NAKSHATRA RISHI SINGH RATHORE samajhti hu main apne aapko. Aur haa aap honge mafia vagara lekin main nahi darti aapse aur ab toh bilkul nahi kyunki main bhi toh Mrs. Mafia hu." I replied sassily.
"Aur woh kyu?" He questioned me.
"का नको जेव्हा देवा-ब्राम्हणांच्या साक्षी ने विधिवत लग्न केलंय तुमच्याशी. कायद्याने लग्नाची बायको आहे मी तुमची." My mother tongue rolled out from my mouth.
(TRANSLATION: Why shouldn't I when we have married eachother in the presence of priest, summoning all gods and by completing each and every ritual required. I am your lawfully wedded wife.)
"Fuck that Mar-"
"I dare you to complete that sentence Mr. Rathore." I roared.
He sighed mumbling a 'sorry' but changed his demeanor to cold once again making me chuckle.
[Jab pata hai ki apne pasandida aurat ke saamne apni jubaan nahi chalti toh kyu faltu mein attitude dikhana hai isse?]
He pushed me back on the floor before leaving the room banging the door loudly.
"Aapko kya hua hai yeh toh nahi pata mujhe lekin jo pyaar aap chupa rahe ho na wahi jis ke upar mera pura hak hai woh toh mein cheen ke hi rahungi." I mumbled while caressing my back.
"Dekh lena iss sab ka hisab interest ke saath lene wali hu main!" I narrowed my eyes at the closed door.
NEXT MORNING 🌅
I woke up on the bed being surrounded by soft pillows. And I clearly remember that I fell asleep on the floor. Fikr toh hai lekin dikhana nahi chahte. Yeh kaunsi badtameezi hui bhala? I scoffed and went downstairs. Itna bada mehel hai kahi mai gum na ho jau yaha aur mere pati mujhe dhoondne bhi na aaye. There are no workers in the mansion yet as it's only 5:30 AM.
