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...
He is a stalker, I know, because he had himself confessed of stalking me at my own room, but the way he sneaked into my phone to find out about the books I read was insane.
I thought he would blackmail me, and ask me to do something against my consent, but he appears to be a genuine gentleman, who perhaps won't even touch me without my will.
I had never expected that my husband will have a red room of his own. For a moment, I was befuddled with emotions, but the second he mentioned another woman, my heart shattered.
I know, I shouldn't be affected by the fact that he likes someone, but God knows what inside me was panging to acknowledge the depth of love he had for that woman, whose portrait hung before me.
She must be so damn lucky!
Being loved by a man unconditionally is every woman's innate dream. That's called a 'dream' because the possibility of it turning true are negligible.
The way he expressed his dedication for that woman emanated pure love and devotion. I had never imagined that a man, who is immensely popular for visiting brothels would be a hopeless romantic person. Oh God!
He stated that she couldn't read his eyes. Why are women like this? Why don't they recognise a man's true love? If someone would have loved me like this, I must have renounced everything to unite with him. This is so dreamy.
"May I see her face?"
I implored him in a soft tone. In the beginning of this relationship, I was mad at him. I didn't even want to know him, but as we got married, and when I realised the truth of my brother, an urge to explore him stirred within me.
I want to touch him, the way no one has ever did. If he is hurt about this woman, I want assure him that he has me, but will he give me that place? Will he ever accept me the way I am? Can we make it out?
"This portrait doesn't have her face. It only has her eyes. The image of hers that I saw for the first time. It will be stuck in my heart forever, no matter if I get to sleep with her for the rest of my life."
His words brought me out of my la la land, and I exhaled sharply holding his shoulder lovingly.
"You're getting too emotional. If this bothers you so much, I will talk to her personally. I will confess your feelings to her."
I tried to calm him down. I knew what he was feeling, so I just wanted to cajole him.
"See it!"
He declared sternly, but his eyes spoke otherwise. They were deep, too deep that I couldn't discern what emotions stayed within them. I inhaled deeply, and strolled to the portrait.
Holding its lower end, I pulled it low, and the red satin cloth fell down.
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