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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"She's fine, don't worry. It was just weakness and emotional overstimulation," the doctor assured me.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, nodding absentmindedly. Weakness. The word felt foreign when associated with her. Tranika never allowed herself to be weak—not in front of anyone, not even me.
"Thank you, doctor," I murmured before stepping inside the dimly lit room.
She was sitting on the bed, her posture tense, but her face—her beautiful, defiant face—looked pale. My chest ached at the sight. She had always been the strongest, yet here she was, looking so... fragile.
I crossed the room quickly, sitting beside her before pulling her into my arms.
"How are you feeling?" I asked softly, pressing her against me.
She exhaled against my chest. "Fine... what happened to me now?"
"Nothing, just weakness," I reassured her, running my fingers through her hair.
She pulled back slightly, searching my face. "You sure?"
"Of course, Jaan," I whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly.
She sighed, as if letting go of some invisible weight, before muttering, "Washroom."
I immediately moved. "Come, let me take you."
She stiffened. "I can walk. I'm not a child for you to carry around every time."
I smirked. "This attitude of yours..."
Her brows furrowed. "What attitude?"
"Nothing, baby," I teased, shaking my head.
She rolled her eyes and pushed me away, getting up from the bed.
Then she froze.
A deep red stain had spread across the pristine white sheets.
She turned around slowly, her breath hitching as realization sank in.
"Oh my God..." Her voice trembled. "I... I stained everything. Why am I bleeding like this?" Panic flickered in her eyes as she looked down at herself.
I reached for her before she could spiral further. "Jaan, it's normal. Your body is adjusting... you didn't bleed properly for two years. It's fine."
"Ew!" she groaned, flustered, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Just leave! I'll clean everything myself."
I didn't move.
"I'll clean it," I said firmly, already guiding her toward the washroom.
She resisted, trying to pull away. "No!"
I ignored her struggle, my grip gentle yet unyielding. "Take off your saree. I'll clean the stain. You go take a bath." I grabbed a fresh night suit for her.
