JAIRAJ SINGH THAKUR x INAYAT ALI KHAN
Book 3 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
Amidst the communal chaos going on in our state, my alliance was fixed with a man who was no less than a monster for me. Our fathers fixed this marriage to preach peace, but no one...
Bhai Jaan received a call so he left, leaving the unfinished food on the table. A few minutes later, Rukhsaar appi arrived into my room, perhaps to feed me.
"Appi!"
I cheered, standing up immediately to embrace her. She hugged me back with the same energy.
"Inu! Armaan ji asked me to visit you."
She muttered, her cheeks blushed as she uttered my brother's name. I know that she loves him, but my father intentionally arranged her marriage with Aryan bhai jaan, even when his two wives had died during their pregnancy just because Rukhsaar appi comes from a poor background.
"Itni mohabbat karti ho hamare Bhai Jaan se to keh do na. Shayad apki baat sun le. Hamari to sunte nhi."
"If you love him so immensely, just confess it. Perhaps he would listen to you. He doesn't listen to me."
I mumbled, holding her palm lovingly and she instantly shook her head.
"I can't, Inu. Our relationship doesn't permit it."
She muttered, lowering her gaze. I could feel the agony in her eyes already.
"But you weren't married to Aryan Bhai Jaan. You are still single."
I reminded her, widening my eyes in shock. I want her to get paired with Armaan bhai jaan.
"Your father doesn't see me like that."
She informed me, peering into my eyes. Her fingers fidgeting as if she was quite nervous.
"Have food, Inu. You need to sleep on time. Tomorrow is your wedding."
She asserted, perching down on the couch beside me to feed me again. I resumed eating and we did not talk after that. God knows who bhai Jaan was talking to. What is his past with chhote thakur? I have so many questions within me as I laid down on the bed to fetch some sleep.
I hugged my penda, and glanced at the henna that was darkening gradually.
How could it? Chhote thakur doesn't even think of me like that. And why would he? He must be hating muslims like I hate Hindus. Are you deceiving me, dear henna?
I thought, smirking a little before drifting off to sleep embracing my penda tightly, since I was too tired to ponder over all these mysteries.
Jairaj POV
It was finally my wedding day. I could have been so excited for this day, but now I have a dull face because my to-be-bride has broken my heart into a million pieces.
I wore a beige sherwani with green shoulder wear and pagdi because she was also wearing green for the nikaah. We would be wearing red and saffron theme garments during our Vedic wedding, but our nikaah would be conducted firstly.
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