DHANRAJ SINGH THAKUR x RAGINI SINGH
Book 2 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
This story depicts 'beauty and the beast', where the 'beauty' is unaware of her healing powers and divinity, and the 'beast' gets enchanted by her powers, and transforms himself compl...
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Two days passed within a snap, and bhaiya's Haldi ceremony was here. The mansion was furbelowed with sunflower and marigold flowers, turning the entire ambience yellow and orange.
I threw the dupatta on my shoulder, gawking at my glowing self in the mirror, while he was ogling me from behind, carrying our little one in his arms. Her tiny hands grappling with his beard.
"What, thakur ji?" I couldn't resist myself from asking him this question.
He smirked taking a few steps towards me.
"I'm ogling the blessings that I've received Jaana."
He replied, muttering these words in my ears. I blushed listening to him. Little Mandiru squealed as if she was cheering him, and he pecked his tiny forehead.
"Come on, I should not get late. I'm the groom's sister."
I said in a teasing tone, swirling my beautiful yellow dupatta in the air. The pearl and flower jewellery looked phenomenal on me.
"Can we have some private time in between the ceremony, Jaana?"
He asked me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Should your mumma do this, baby?"
I asked our little munchkin because I knew she would keep ogling me instead of replying anything.
"Aweeeeeeeeeweee!"
She shrieked grinning widely. Oh my God! These father and daughter are unpredictable.
"Ahha! Even our daughter wants her parents to have some private time."
He chiaked in his husky dominating voice, sheathing me completely in his intimidating aura. Sucking on my lower lip, I took Mandira from him and began moving outside without answering him.
I think the pinkish tint that had bedecked my face was enough for him to discern my answer.
Getting downstairs, I started aiding the servants and ma to finalize everything. The guests and VIPs were supposed to visit the mansion in the evening, and this ritual was planned to be kept private for the family.
Bhaiya's political dominance was growing gradually, and now it felt like he could overpower bade thakur saheb in politics. Bhaiya and Bade thakur saheb were doing well together, unlike the previous times when they were only scuffling.
Bhaiya began descending the stairs, and I gazed at him, not being able to blink anymore. He was glowing in the off white kurta, with mustard yellow koti adorning his brawny body.
The seat for him was ready, and we exchanged smiles before he arrived there. I'm quite sure bhaiya and Manu were indulged in something spicy two days ago because he has been blushing since then constantly.
My brothers ran to us, and touched his feet, and they shared a group hug. A genuine radiant smile was evident on ma's face, and she made Bhaiya sit on the stool.
