Journey of two broken souls.
ADHIRAJ RANA -future CM of Rajasthan and king of Udaipur
Dr. TRANIKA RAJVANSH- IAS officer
"I am your fucking wife, Adhiraj, treat me like one," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "The wife you forced into this mar...
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The drive back to Jaipur is suffused with a heavy silence, the kind that presses against your chest, making it hard to breathe. We're all exhausted from the wedding chaos, the festivities that should have brought joy now feel like a distant memory. I can feel the weight of Adi's unspoken words hanging in the air.He hasn't said much since the incident, hasn't blown up or demanded an explanation, but I know he's upset.His silence is more telling than any argument could be. I betrayed his trust, and that knowledge gnaws at me.
But what choice did I have? I can't afford even the slightest risk right now. I've worked too hard, come too far to let anything-especially a pregnancy-derail my plans. The thought of it fills me with dread, not just because of what it would mean for my career, but for my health. My body is already on edge, and carrying a child would push it to its limits. I'm not ready to sacrifice my future for something I can't control.
"Let's go," Adhiraj's voice is as cold as the wind outside, slicing through the silence. He hasn't spoken much since that night. He doesn't say it, but I can feel it in the way he moves, in the way his eyes refuse to meet mine. It's as though a chasm has opened between us, one that neither of us knows how to bridge.
The streets of Jaipur are quiet when we arrive, the city cloaked in the darkness of early morning. I don't waste any time and head straight to my real office, the one hidden away from the world's gaze. The office where my true work, my real identity, remains concealed.
Security is tight, even for me. I go through the formalities, the scans and checks that are a necessary part of the job, but today they feel more oppressive, as if the walls are closing in on me. Finally, I'm inside, and I feel a brief moment of relief, only for it to vanish when I see him standing there.
Anirudh Thakur.
His presence is like a slap to the face, unexpected and jarring. My heart stutters, but I force myself to stay composed. "What are you doing here, Mr. Thakur?" My voice is calm, controlled, but inside, a storm is raging.
Before Anirudh can respond, the Defence Minister steps forward, his expression unreadable. "Anirudh is one of your teammates."
The words hit me like a blow. "What? Why was I not informed about this?" My voice rises, the shock and confusion bleeding through.
Vineet uncle steps in, his voice soothing but firm. "Because he's been working undercover, just like you."
The explanation doesn't ease the tension in my chest. If anything, it intensifies it. There's something about Anirudh being here, involved in this mission, that doesn't sit right with me. It's not just our past-though that complicates things-it's something else.
After 13 grueling hours of nonstop discussions and planning, exhaustion clung to every bone in my body, but the mission was finally set in motion. I checked my phone, expecting nothing more than a few routine updates, but what I found instead made my heart skip a beat. Several missed calls and messages from Niharika-her concern practically radiating through the screen-and eight missed calls from Adhiraj. My heart sank. What on earth was I going to say to them?
