To be continued.......
Author's pov........
He seemed amused and threw her in the car and he gets in. His one hand was holding her wrists while his other hand cares her cheek.
She didn't wasted any moment and started struggling trying to yell
Key word- trying
But he covered her mouth .
Sweetheart, don't break my heart like that okay ..... And don't struggle he said and kissed the back of her plam.
Her eyes widened she tried to struggle. Ap Hume ese nahi leke ja sakte , .............ese kya dekh rhe he pata he Hume kuch samjh nahi ah rha apko.
( You can't take me away like this ,........... why are you looking at me I know you are not understanding a shit)
He chuckled. Sweet, translate it ..... won't you? Sweetheart, your voice melts in my ear.
She flinched at his attempt to , to whisper, you.....you.. don't need to know...................
On the other side in Ranapur.
Kha he humari beti......SHOURYA....... Mohon singh Rana ... yelled at shourya his voice that contains dominance , his glance poking a hole through shourya's chest
(Where is my daughter........SHOURYA)
Shourya's head was down with shame he was just a bit close to taking saiyuri back to home but she ran away. Rana- ji ..... Shourya addressed his father formally . Hum unhe wapas le ayege ......bas thoda samay dijiye Hume.
( Rana-ji......I will take her back..... please give me some time)
Apke or humare dono ke liye acha rahega ....kuar-sa ... The king replied.
(It would be better for both of us ...kuar-sa {crown prince} )
Shourya leaves the hall afterwards towards his room . He looks at his wife siya... She hate shourya.
SIYA.... He said in authorative tone. Humari traf dekhiye .... He commanded.
(SIYA.....look. at me...)
She rolled her eyes in his direction and rolled back otherside. She was giving him silent treatment.
Shourya cupped her cheek. Kam se kam app to humse nazre na churaiye.
His voice was awfully sweet with dripping sarcasm.
( At least.....you ..don't. Look away from me )
Siya was confused at his voice. Kuch galat khake aye he kya ?.... Bade mithe bol rhe ho. She said mocking him.
(Have you eaten something wrong? .... You are talking awfully sweet)
Her mocking tone made him even madder...khaya to nai par ab zarur khayege. He said pulling her closer and slamming his lips on her.
(Not yet but.... now I will )
Back to saiyuri and Ruslan.
Ruslan just reached his pent house in Jaipur. He got out from the car while Saiyuri was throwing tantrum.
Get out! Of the car. Sweetheart, we don't have whole day. He said growing irritated.
NO...the words straight came out of her mouth. Nai Jana Hume apke sath kahi bhi. She said with stubborn vocie.
( No... I don't want to go anywhere with you )
His patience was running thin and grabbed her wrists. Do I look.... Like i asked? Sweetheart. Get out! Or I will carry you by myself. He said not giving her time to think and picked her up in bridal style.
Her eyes widened and she started struggling. Throwing her hands and legs in air he didn't even budge at that and carried her inside.
Uatariye Hume.....bacha samjh rakha he kya... Jab dekho tab zabardasti karte he? She said with annoyed tone. Realising. Ek ye alag musibat ... She taunted.
(Put me down... Do you think of me as a kid .. always try to force your decisions on me? ......... This one is different problem)
Her eyes met his....learn some Hindi or we are going to have a problem.
She kept talking and he was lost in the words she was talking and he puts her down .
Keep....keep talking. Sweetheart, the way you talk is magical to me. He said with a smirk on his face.
She frowned. You are damn annoying. She yelled.
I know. He says
He sat down on the couch crossing his legs. So... Sweetheart!, tell me about yourself. He said more like commanded.
She glared at him. Can I say..... No? , she said.
He chuckled with amusement and said. Not an option , sweetheart.
Tsk.... She raised her eyebrow. I.... She was going to talk but got interrupted by a loud thud.
The door opened with a loud thud.
Servants:
Mr. Raghuvanshi.. you can't just go in.. Mr. Ivancov won't like the that.
-- do I look like I care .
Vikram Raghuvanshi~~~~
Well known businessman of India, only son and heir in Raghuvanshi family.... Born with millions of wealth in his name . Bestfriend of Ruslan.. they met during a seminar in Europe and an event turned them into best friends.
Back to the story~~~
You bastard come out! Vikram yelled... Do you have any idea what have you done. Come out you son of a bitch!
Ruslan knew he would come but this early it wasn't expected.
Oye..oye... Watch your tounge young man ... Don't yell.. My. Sweetheart won't like that. Ruslan said with a smirk.
Ruslan's annoying smirk pissed Vikram he grabbed his collar... Do you even know what's your Sweetheart's identity is.. he basically yelled.
To be continued.................
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So that's it for chapter 2 i know it's late but hopefully the schedule will come on track .(灬º‿º灬)♡
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