Journey of two broken souls.
ADHIRAJ RANA -future CM and king of Rajasthan
Dr. TRANIKA RAJVANSH- IAS officer
"I am your wife, Adhiraj," Tranika said, her voice trembling with emotion. "The wife you forced into this marriage."
Adhiraj's expression r...
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"Where were you, Tranika?" Atharva Bhai asked, his tone firm but laced with concern.
"I was in Singapore, Bhai, for business," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though I knew the doubts lingered in his mind.
He studied me for a moment, then softened. "Hmm. I trust you, princess. Unlike that fool Adhiraj. I know he's forcing you into this, but he loves you. And if, someday, that love turns into something that hurts you..." He paused, his jaw tightening. "I'll kill your husband."
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my temple. I felt the weight of his words, the storm of emotions brewing beneath his calm exterior. Before I could respond, Vriti stepped in.
"Okay, now you both can leave. Let me get her ready for the Sangeet and mehendi," Vriti declared, her no-nonsense tone brooking no argument.
"I want to stay here!" Niharika protested, sulking.
"No, go and get ready," Vriti said firmly, ushering her and the others out of the room, including Aunty. Once the room cleared, Vriti hugged me tightly.
"I'm fine, Bhabhi," I murmured, attempting to reassure her.
"It sounds so good when you say " Bhabhi"",she replied with a soft smile, brushing a tear from my cheek.
I laughed lightly, though the sound felt hollow. "How is your health?" I asked, guiding her to sit on the bed.
"I'm fine. You tell me about yourself," she said, her voice turning serious. "He's forcing you, isn't he? Niharika told me about the property transfer."
I froze, my hands twisting in my lap. "He thinks I cheated on him, Bhabhi. But trust me, I didn't. It was urgent, and I had no choice but to leave. I would never betray him... or abandon him when he needed me."
She gripped my hand tightly, her gaze filled with understanding. "Don't explain, Tranika. I know you. You'd never hurt him without a reason. But that idiot Adhiraj... he doesn't understand, does he? He's stubborn, thinking he knows everything. Still, we believe you. All of us do. And we're with you." Her words broke the dam I'd been holding back for so long.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I broke down, clutching her. "He said... he said he'd make me his mistress, Bhabhi! The man who once loved me so deeply now sees me as nothing but that. How could he?" My voice cracked as the weight of the humiliation pressed against my chest. "He's breaking me, Bhabhi. He has the power to make me feel so weak."
"Calm down, Tranika," Vriti whispered, holding me tightly. "One day, he'll see the truth. But for now, don't let his words shatter you. You're strong. My Tranika isn't weak, and she doesn't let anyone insult her. Not even her husband. Remember that."
A knock on the door broke the moment. The makeup artist entered, her tools in hand. I quickly wiped my tears and forced myself to regain composure.
"No heavy makeup," I instructed, keeping my tone firm. "I want it natural."
