Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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As I steered the car down the winding road, a soothing wave of relief washed over me, calming my frazzled nerves. We were finally safe, sheltered from the dangers that lurked in every shadow. The weight of responsibility lifted, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
But my relief was short-lived, as guilt and shame crept in, taunting me. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had failed her, that I hadn't protected her as I should have. The events of the last night replay in my mind like a haunting melody, each note a reminder of my mistakes.
I recalled the fear etched on her face, the distress that clouded her eyes. I had been so caught up in my own emotions that I hadn't considered hers. I should have asked for her consent, respected her boundaries. Instead, I had claimed her as mine, without ever considering her feelings.
Regret gnawed at me, making it impossible to meet her gaze. I couldn't bear the thought of facing her, of seeing the accusation in her eyes. But then, Viraj arrived, and everything changed.
I pulled into my farmhouse, my eyes scanning the surroundings. With gentle care, I lifted Tara's sleeping form from the passenger seat and carried her to my bedroom. Her limp body felt fragile in my arms, a reminder of my responsibility.
I laid her on the bed, covering her with a duvet. As I turned to leave, my gaze fell upon her trembling body.
She was having a nightmare.
My heart clenched, I rushed back to her side. "Tara, wake up," I whispered urgently, shaking her gently.
Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion etched on her face. "Surya?"
"You were having a nightmare," I explained.
Tara sat up, still scared and hugged me tightly while trembling. "Please don't leave me, I am scared" she stammered.
My heart softened. "Shh! Relax, I am here".
She broke the hug and her eyes met mine, shimmering with tears.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "For everything. I should have protected you better."
Tara's hand reached up, her fingers tracing my jaw. "You did protect me, Surya."
My grip tightened. "I won't fail you again, Tara. I promise."
We sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the darkness outside fading away.
As I broke away from the hug, Tara's confused expression hinted at her uncertainty about my next move.
I stood up and walked to the side drawer. I opened it and took out the pair of anklets I had taken from Tara that night. She had been very desperate to get them back, and I remembered the look of sadness in her eyes. I turned around and sat in front of her, the anklets resting in my palms.
Tara looked confused, wondering what I was doing. Her eyes scanned my face, searching for answers. But when she saw the anklets, her face lit up. Her eyes sparkled with surprise and joy, and a soft smile spread across her lips.
