Thakur's Ardhangini | 18+ ✅

50| Who is She?

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Balraj POV

The day Dhanraj told me about the arrival of a new strange woman into our mansion, I had secretly installed Rupak to spy over her.

She showed us the identity cards of hers, that clearly demonstrated that she has come from that Ashram which has healed me, but I knew this someone's plan against me, but whose?

I let her creep into my life, gave her more access over me than my babygirl, but remained physically unavailable for her. Now two weeks have passed, and a tragic incident took place in Unnao, where 200 muslim men were attacked by hooligans in the mosque while they were reciting namaz over there.

The incident shook Armaan so much that he unwillingly agreed to Jai and Inayat's marriage, something whose hope we had lost long ago.

Supriya remained a topic of concern for me because I still didn't know her actual intentions. Her phone was tapped by us, and we realised that she switches sims during night time, and calls someone just once in a day.

"How is he?"

A masculine voice asked him from that side. I could not recognise it at once.

"Improving!"

She replied in a low lethargic voice, fidgeting her fingers mercilessly. They were turning red.

"Is this why I sent you there, bitch?"

The man from that side roared at her, and she flinched.

"I'm sorry. I'm giving him all the medicinal powders as you said, but it seems none is working on his."

She replied in a scared voice, like a frightened cat. Sweat beads popped up on her forehead.

"Beware of him. He has a strong body. We can attack him only when he is sick, and we won't get such time ever in our lives again, so work properly."

The man from that side asserted, and my brows furrowed as I tried to give stress upon remembering whose that voice was. I have heard that voice.

"Hm!" She hummed reluctantly.

"Don't you want to be the home minister?"

The man spoke in a soft tone now, and my eyes widened as I deciphered whose voice that was. I recognise him. He speaks like this most of the time.

"I do, Singh Saab!"

She replied, and I flared in anger discerning that the man on the other side was none other than the current home minister of our state, the closest ally of mine and the chief minister of Uttar Pradesh. Such an asshole he is! Breaking down his own party!

"Shh! Don't say my name. Once Balraj dies, I'll be the deputy chief minister, and you'll take my position."

He mumbled on the call, and the girl, whose name was Supriya smiled widely at his words.

"Will you really give me your position? Will no politician or their men fuck me after that?"

She muttered, excitement coated her words. So they are in this plan together? They wish to ruin my wife's dedication, sacrifice and love, but they have no idea that our relationship and union is being guarded by Mahadev and Mata Parvati.

"No one, I promise. You will be respected after that."

Singh Saab assured her, but I knew that bastard was lying. He has always been like this, the zip of his pants couldn't remain closed for long, and this woman. I know she will be left to get fucked senselessly by multiple men once this man's work gets done.