His Wife

Chapter 1

Author's POV(●'◡'●)

The first light of dawn filtered through the grand windows of the Shekhawat mansion, casting a soft glow over the regal furnishings. Rajveer Singh Shekhawat stirred from his slumber, enjoying a rare moment of peaceful rest after two long months. His life had been consumed with a foreign business deal and managing issues within his shadowy mafia operations. He stepped into his en-suite bathroom, the marble floors cold against his bare feet. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed in a tailored suit, the crisp lines accentuating his commanding presence. For him, the suit was more than just clothing—it was armor.

As he descended the grand staircase of the Shekhawat mansion, his eyes swept across the opulence of his surroundings—a reminder of his status and the responsibilities that came with it. Rajveer entered the dining room, where his family was already gathered. His mother, Meera Singh Shekhawat, looked up with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Rajveer," Meera greeted, her voice warm with affection.

"Good morning, Maa," Rajveer replied to his mother then wished good morning to everyone else.

As everyoen start the breakfast Amar singh Shekhawat his grandfatehr asked him "Raj beta woh deal kase gye." ( how was deal raj?)

He replied " hame deal mil gye Dadaji."( we got the deal Gradfather.)

The conversation at the table was light, touching on business and family matters, but beneath the surface, Rajveer's mind was already at work, running through the day's agenda.

After breakfast, Rajveer made his way to Shekhawat Enterprises. The towering glass building was a testament to the family's legacy, but for Rajveer, it was just another battlefield.

His PA Mr. Patel Wished him good morning and Rajveer with blank face replied him with nod. Then he asked Mr. Patel about his today's schedule. Mr. Patel said that today he just have meeting and some files to sign.

Afetr this he went to attend the meeting, the boardroom filled with senior executives awaiting his instructions. As the CEO, Rajveer was known for his sharp mind and ruthless efficiency, qualities that made him both respected and feared.

The meeting was swift, with Rajveer making decisions that would shape the company's future. But just as the meeting was wrapping up, his phone buzzed—a coded message only he could decipher.

Rajveer's expression darkened as he read the message. Trouble was brewing in his other world—the one that operated in the shadows, away from the pristine image of Shekhawat Enterprises.

Without a word, Rajveer left the boardroom, his mind shifting gears from CEO to Mafia King. He made his way to a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of the city, where his most trusted men awaited him.

As he entered the warehouse, the atmosphere shifted, a palpable tension filling the air. His right-hand man, Raghav, stepped forward, his expression grim.

"Boss, we have a situation," Raghav said.

"Tell me everything," Rajveer commanded.

Across the city, Advika Rathor's  morning was just beginning. The soft chime of her alarm clock pulled her from sleep, and she groaned, reaching out to silence it. The life of a college student was far from glamorous, but Advika embraced it with enthusiasm.

She quickly got ready, pulling on white Kurti with jeans, heels and oxidized earring. Her room, adorned with books and posters, was a stark contrast to the lavishness of Rajveer's world, but it was her sanctuary.