Randhir Singh Shekhawat, the 27 years old elder son of Shekhawats ,one of the richest business family of the continent is probable CEO of the "Shekhawat Corporation".
He has everything a person only dreams of , enormous wealth,fame power and women a...
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Sanyukta...
Your heart is beautiful Sanyukta.."he stated and kissed the back of my palms.
The feel of his rough sexy lips on my cold skin directly made its way to my heart.
Did he really kiss me..?or that was another wild dream .I was not ready to look up at him .My hands were still in his firm yet soft grip.
But more than being happy to get a sweet treatment from him ,my mind occupied with other thoughts.It was totally opposite of his ruthless side he had shown me since the day of our marriage.
"How is your study going..?"he asked formally .
I knew he was trying to frame a conversation between us .
"Good...and thanks for giving me the chance to complete my graduation...I will need it in future.."I said .
"In future..but why...?"he questioned.
"Of coarse to get a respectable job for my family.."I didn't want to keep him unaware of my plans that I have for a easily predictable future in which he may leave me.
"And why do you think that you will need a job ..I mean your family is leading a comfortable life, morever Shekhawat women do not earn for themselves..we are enough rich to satisfy all sorts of their needs..."his words had the command .
"I am not a gold digger Mr. Shekhawat..I have gotten the money Dadu promised to pay in the return of marrying you.. which I spent in my mother's treatment and my brother's schooling..."I said .
His grip stiffened on my hands.He didn't like my curt answer for sure but it was him who gave me the title of money hungry fox.
"Til the time you're sharing my name..you have to act like one..okay..and about your family well ..its our duty to reverse the same you're doing for Grandpa..."he replied with clenched jaws.
I felt hurt though I shouldn't.His care and humbleness towards Mom and Sumit is the return favour of my responsibilities and care for his grandfather.
"I am sorry Mr. Shekhawat...you think so wrong about me..he is like my Grandpa .. I feel good to take care of him.."I said holding back my traitor tears.
"Sanyukta..I am sorry..it wasn't mean to hurt your sentiments but you talked so low about me..about us.. you're my wife..and it's my duty to look after your family..."he stated .I could feel the level of maturity in every words he spoke.
I silently stared at the nineteenth century painting of Vincent Van Gogh which was hung on the wall.
"Sanyukta you know..you can ask me for anything.. anytime.All you need to tell me ...I'll provide you with that..I promise.."he spoke sincerely.
My eyes moved to him.Honesty was floating in his black magnetic eyes.
"Why are you doing this...?"I was pissed off by his sudden changed demeanour.
