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 preparations for Adhiraj's coronation were in full swing, a celebration that promised grandeur and recognition. The household buzzed with excitement as the staff moved frantically, ensuring every detail was perfect. Yet, amidst the joy, a storm brewed within the walls of one room.
"Select your outfit, beta. You will also be crowned as the queen," Adhiraj's mother said with a gentle smile, holding up a set of regal outfits.
Before Tranika could respond, Adhiraj entered, his commanding presence filling the space. His voice, cold and devoid of emotion, sliced through the air. "She's not going to attend the coronation."
Adhiraj's mother's face turned pale. "What is wrong with you? She's your wife!"
Adhiraj stood firm, his expression unyielding. "I don't want the world to know about us—not right now. I'll tell them when it's the right time." He turned and left the room, his dismissal final, leaving his mother and Tranika in a heavy silence.
Adhiraj's mother looked at Tranika, her eyes filled with pain and questions she didn't voice.
"It's fine," Tranika said, forcing a weak smile. "Waise bhi, I'm too tired from the elections. I'll rest."
Without waiting for a reply, she walked back to her room, every step heavier than the last.
As Tranika entered the room, she found Adhiraj waiting. His words hit her before she could close the door. "You're not going to attend any of the functions. Do you understand that?"
"I'm not interested in attending anyway," she replied, her voice flat.
He stepped closer, his gaze sharp. "Don't think I've forgiven you just because I kissed you yesterday."
Her heart clenched at his words, the fleeting tenderness of the kiss now reduced to a weapon of mockery. "I know," she said softly, turning away.
He held her hands tightly, turning her towards himself with a sharp pull, their faces mere inches apart. The heat of his breath brushed against her skin as his eyes burned into hers.
"Won't you ask me why I'm not allowing you to attend the coronation?" Adhiraj's voice was low, almost venomous, yet steady.
"I don't want to know. I don't care," Tranika replied, her voice trembling slightly despite the defiance she tried to portray.
"Don't lie," he said, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I can see everything in your eyes."
His grip on her wrists tightened for a moment before softening. Sliding a loose strand of her hair away from her face, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a chilling whisper. "Let me tell you myself. I don't want the world to know that the woman who is called the mistress of Adhiraj Rana would now be hailed as the queen of Adhiraj Rana and Udaipur."
Her breath hitched, his words slicing through her like a dagger.
"Don't do this to me," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Trust me. I never betrayed you, Rana Sa. I was in the—"
