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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I was done with everything. Done with trying to feel okay, even after having so much power at my fingertips. Mahima and I had a long history—one filled with pain, betrayal, and a bond I couldn't let go of. She deserved justice, and I was the only one who could give it to her. But Adhiraj? Did he ever truly love me? Did he ever trust me?
It took so little for him to believe lies about me, to let someone feed him poison and twist his mind. So easily, he turned his back on me. He was ready to demolish the NGO I had poured my soul into and hand me divorce papers like I was nothing. Nothing. Was that what I had become? A woman who could be forcefully married, humiliated, discarded at will?
No.
If this is what they reduce me to, then I'll show them who I truly am. Adhiraj, the man who could charm a state, manage a company worth crores, and command respect from an army of staff, turned out to be an impulsive, manipulative, bipolar fool.Vineet Papa, was right. I should never have trusted Adhiraj enough to bare my soul. He was too blind in his love and hate to see the truth. Too dumb to discern loyalty from deception.
He shattered my self-esteem today—the one thing I always carried, no matter what. And now? Now, I feel like nothing. But I swear on every broken piece of myself, I'll make him feel worse. I'll make him feel so small, so helpless, so hopeless that he'll understand what it means to be me right now.
I told him about Anirudh and Mahima and that shipment and me being the mafia—that alone is enough to shake him to his core. But as for the rest? The missions, let him figure them out on his own. Let him feel the weight of being in the dark, just like I felt when his trust in me crumbled without question.
I left him standing there, frozen, shocked. I know he'll feel guilty. Guilt is not my aim. Guilt is easy. My aim is to make him feel like a fool—a man stripped of his dignity, his power, his control.
When he takes his oath and replaces Vineet Papa as the chief authority of the state, he'll understand. He'll realize who I am and what he lost. Until then, I'll let him stew in his ignorance.
I will not spare him. This is not about revenge—it's about reclaiming the respect and power he thought he could strip from me. I am more than his wife. I am more than his scapegoat. And he will suffer until he understands the price of underestimating me.
The one thing I had been running from—the past I buried 11 years ago—returned to my life, uninvited and cruel, because of him. And this time, I didn't break. No panic attacks, no anxiety clawing at my throat, no trembling hands. I felt...steady. It wasn't because the memories didn't haunt me; they still did. But it meant one thing: I was finally moving on.
What happened to me was my destiny. I couldn't escape it. But I could change it for others.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who make others suffer because they themselves have suffered, and those who dedicate their lives to protecting others from the pain they know too well. I chose the latter. I didn't want anyone to feel what I felt.
