#1 Book of His series
"For the women who deserve a love so deep, where a man will cross all limits and boundaries, embracing every sacrifice, just to cherish and protect her."
After wrapping up the lively conversations with everyone downstairs, I headed towards my room, feeling like I needed a breather. Spending time with Meera Aunty and Tara Aunty had been refreshing, and their warmth made me feel more at ease with each passing day. As I walked up the stairs, I let out a soft sigh, mentally sorting through my evening plans. "Once I relax for a bit, I'll help them with dinner," I decided. "It's nice to feel like part of a family again." There was a subtle smile on my face as I reached the door to my room. I knew it was only a few days, but in such a short span, I'd come to appreciate these little moments.
Stepping inside my room, I took a deep breath, grateful for the tranquility. Today had been filled with excitement—shopping, trying new foods, and simply enjoying the company of my newfound family members. It was all a bit overwhelming in a good way. "A shower would feel amazing right now," I mused to myself.
The water was warm and soothing against my skin, washing away the day's exhaustion. As I closed my eyes, I reflected on the events that had unfolded. The ladies had treated me with such care, as if I was truly one of them. "It's strange... but in a comforting way," I thought, letting the steam envelop me. For so long, it was just me and my thoughts, but today had been a refreshing change.
After stepping out of the shower, I slipped into a light white salwar suit, something comfortable yet still a little presentable. As I was combing through my damp hair, the scenes of the day continued to play in my head—the way we all joked at the mall, the teasing remarks, and the laughter at the restaurant. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere again, and that was a feeling I hadn't realized I was missing.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(her outfit)
But as I sat down on my bed, another thought crossed my mind, and I immediately facepalmed. "Oh no, Kriti!" How could I forget to call her? My best friend hadn't heard from me in days, and knowing her, she'd already decided to plan my demise. "She's going to kill me," I muttered, hurriedly picking up my phone.
I took a deep breath and called Kritika, bracing myself for the drama that was sure to follow. The phone barely rang once before she picked up, her voice exploding through the line.
"Arre wah, Adhu madam! Zinda ho?" Kritika exclaimed in a mock-serious tone. "Mujhe laga tumhe toh Rajveer Singh Shekhawat ki haveli ne nigal liya hoga!"
("Oh wow, Madam Adhu! Are you still alive?" "I thought Rajveer Singh Shekhawat's mansion had swallowed you up!")
I burst out laughing. "Kriti! Come on, it's not like that!"
"Haan haan, ab excuses mat do!" she retorted, her voice dripping with fake anger. "You've been holed up in that Shekhawat palace for days, mingling with high society and sipping fancy chai, while your bechari best friend languishes in loneliness!"
