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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"Calm down, bhabhi," I murmured, rubbing slow, comforting circles on her back. Her body was tense, stiff with worry, and though she tried to keep her breathing steady, I could hear the slight hitch in her throat.
"It's been four hours, Tranika." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of her fear made it feel deafening. "Your brother and Adhiraj didn't come back... they didn't even call."
Her fingers clenched into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. The silence of the house only made the anxiety heavier, stretching between us like a thick fog.
"He will be fine, bhabhi," I assured her, though even I wasn't sure if I believed my own words. But she needed to hear them. We both did.
A small pair of feet padded against the cold marble floor, and then, "Maa..."
Little Angel stood there, wide-eyed, her lower lip trembling as she took in the sight of her mother's tear-streaked face. She was on the verge of tears herself, and my heart ached at the innocence in her eyes—the way she still believed her mother was invincible, the way she couldn't yet understand that adults weren't unbreakable.
Bhabhi wiped her cheeks quickly, forcing a smile as she stretched her arms out. "Yes, baby. Come here."
Angel climbed onto her lap, curling into her like a kitten seeking warmth. "You crying... why?" she asked, her tiny voice laced with concern.
Bhabhi took a shaky breath and pressed a kiss to her daughter's head. "I miss my mumma."
Angel pulled away just enough to look into her mother's eyes. "I am with you," she declared, wrapping her little arms around bhabhi's neck, as if that was enough to protect her from the sorrow weighing her down.
Then, as if sensing the heaviness in the room, Angel turned toward me. She always loved jumping from one lap to another, her excitement a temporary distraction from anything too sad or serious. And just like that, she leaped into my arms.
" Mamma said you name me when you wake up..." She tilted her head, struggling to form the words. "When will you give name?"
Her voice, soft and childlike, fumbled through the sentence, but I understood her perfectly.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Mamma said I will name you after waking up, so now you're asking me when will I name you?"
Angel's eyes widened, then she nodded vigorously, delighted that I had understood her jumbled words.
I sighed, guilt creeping into my chest. "I'm sorry, baby. Because of me, you still don't have a proper name." I cupped her small face. "But don't worry, we will have a grand naming ceremony very soon."
Her excitement sparked instantly. "What name?"
"You want to know your name already?" I teased.
"Yesss!" She bounced slightly in my lap, her eyes glowing with anticipation.
