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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As we entered the house, the air felt heavy, almost suffocating, with unspoken tension. The entire family was seated in the drawing room, their eyes sharp and waiting for us, like a pack of wolves ready to pounce.
"Do they know we went shopping?" I whispered to bhabhi.
"Your brother knew," she muttered,"He's the one who told them. Congrats, Tranika, you're officially losing your brother tonight."
I shot her a glare, trying to mask my panic. When I looked at Atharva Bhai, he was grinning from ear to ear, his amusement clear. My stomach churned. He was the traitor.
"Aaiye, aaiye, Rani Saa, padhariye," Maa said mockingly, her tone laced with sarcasm as her piercing gaze followed me into the room.
"What happened maa?" I asked cautiously, stepping forward.
"Where are your bags?" she snapped, her voice slicing through the silence. "Or were you planning to sneak them into the house at midnight, hidden from us?"
Before I could respond, bhabhi chimed in, her voice theatrical. "Yeah, Ika, who gave you permission to go shopping?" She turned to me, feigning innocence.
"Haww, traitor!" I shot back, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Sit down," Papa's voice cut through the bickering. His tone was calm, but the authority in it was unmistakable.
We both obeyed, sliding into chairs as far away from Maa as possible, avoiding her withering gaze.
"Give me the accountant's number," Papa said. His demand was devoid of drama, and I handed it over without a word.
"You both earn well enough," Maa started, her words slow and deliberate, like she was testing the sharpness of each one. "But you still need to learn how to manage your expenses."
"Wouldn't hurt to buy a little less next time," Bhabhi added, her smirk earning her a sharp elbow from me.
Before we could argue, the door opened. The driver and two guards entered, their arms laden with at least fifteen shopping bags, each emblazoned with luxury logos that now felt like evidence in a trial.
"I can see that," Maa said, her expression grim as she gestured at the mountain of bags.
"Maa, all this stuff is important," I protested weakly. "We're going to use everything!"
"Of course, beta," Maa said, her tone dry as the desert.
But then Papa interjected, his voice harder. "Why did you two go out without security? How many times do I have to tell you? The elections are near!"
I shrank under his gaze. For once, Bhabhi had no witty comeback, sitting beside me in guilty silence.
"Fine," Maa sighed, standing up. "Let's go. Show me what you both bought."
