JAIRAJ SINGH THAKUR x INAYAT ALI KHAN
Book 3 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
Amidst the communal chaos going on in our state, my alliance was fixed with a man who was no less than a monster for me. Our fathers fixed this marriage to preach peace, but no one...
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The moment I had arrived at the mandap, my heart skipped a beat gazing at his well built body bedecked in a heavy sherwani. He was emanating Greek God vibes.
Dear Inayat, you need to come out of your books.
I reminded myself taking small steps towards him. He kept ogling me when the priest had asked us to gaze at the deity. I found his gestures cute!
I couldn't understand the rituals that were taking place in this wedding, but I could feel that we were being bounded together, mayhaps for an eternity. The sindoor fell on my nose and his family applauded happily.
I could hear them whisper that it was a good omen.
I hope my husband loves me
Why do I want him to love me? Did I just forget that he is a Hindu? What the hell is happening to me?
"Aaj se aap dono pati patni hai."
"You are husband and wife from now on."
The priest announced, and I felt like we both were bounded with two knots now - the nikaah nama and the Vedic mantras. I wonder how we'll break this bond with divorce in future. It would certainly be difficult.
"Let's get the blessings of the elders......chhoti thakurain."
He muttered in a soothing voice, and an impromptu smile bedecked my face listening to the mention of 'chhoti thakurain' from his mouth.
We touched the feet of the priest together. He blessed us with immense happiness, prosperity and too many......kids, then we proceeded to his mother, followed by our mother. His brothers and Ragini bhabhi preferred hugging us, though they let him touch their feet.
I could embrace only Ragini bhabhi because Balraj Singh Thakur's wife stopped me midway when I tried going closer to her. I was a little hurt with her gestures. Allah knows why she hates me so much.
It was the time for my ruksati, the ritual they call 'bidai'. I secretly asked Rukhsaar appi to bring the bag of my 'dark romance' books, about which no one knows in my family. She willingly did so for me, keeping it safely in the car, hiding it from everyone's gazes.
After I changed into a lighter pair, we were all set to leave for the Thakur mansion, without my own family.
"I hope you'll remember what I've taught you. Be a little passive there. Listen to your elders, respect them and love your husband. I'm sure he will love you back."
Ammi elucidated me, and I had no choice rather than just nodding at her words. How can I be silent in an enemy family if they attack me? Well, let's see what future holds for me.
