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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Inayat POV
I was being bedecked like a bride all over again for the wedding night. They had chosen a saffron coloured lehenga for me because that's his favourite colour. I had never seen this colour with lovable eyes, but tonight I could feel how fascinating it actually was.
Colours have no religion. It's just the religions that have chosen a representative colour.
I won't be surprised if saffron becomes my favourite shade in days to follow since I am developing a strong liking towards it already.
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Ragini bhabhi adjusted the paasa (headpiece) properly on the side of my head, and I felt like I was completed.
"Don't apply the sindoor now. He will do so for you tonight."
Mandakini bhabhi spoke from behind, as I was about to pick the bottle of vermilion. I quickly retracted my hands from it. I don't why but I feel scared of her, as if I've done something wrong to her. She is rude, still co-operative. God knows what past she beholds.
"Jai bhaiya must be coming soon."
Ragini bhabhi teased me, and both of them, alongwith the servants left me all alone in his room. The bed was beautifully decorated with redolent jasmine flowers. Rose petals were lay out all over the white bedsheet.
I gulped at the thought of my blood stains covering that sheet, but instantly shook my head deciphering that it cannot happen to me, atleast not tonight. Bhai Jaan will kill him if he even thinks of doing so.
As my mother had told me, I walked shyly to the bed and was about to sit there peacefully when a notorious brainwave hit me.
Let's explore his room!
I quickly strode to the balcony area, and gazed at the flowers that bloomed there. They were the flowers that usually bloom and spread their fragrance at night. I think he loves to spend his nights here, that is why these flowers were planted specifically.
I walked to the side cupboard of his bed, and drew it. His gun was kept there, and it a sachet was kept. I picked it up, and it instantly fell off my hands.
"Ya Allah!"
I shrieked in a low voice. It was a condom. Why did he get it here? Is he planning to do that with me, that too without my consent? No! No! No! I'll scream on top of my lungs. I'll run away if something like this happens to me.
I glanced at the other cupboard that was below this one, and drew it. A black pistol was kept there. I picked it up, and my eyes widened to discern that it was none other than my Kashish, my pistol that had fallen down when I had secretly sneaked to rescue Ashraf.
Even my name was engraved in it in Urdu. What is it doing here, in his cupboard? Did he steal it? I closed the cupboards and started strolling to the balcony again, carrying my gun in my hand.
