Shadyshine16
In one swift, fluid motion, his broad hand clamped gently but firmly around my waist while his other arm swept beneath my knees.
My breath hitched as he lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing at all.
Instinctively, my hand flew up to grip his broad shoulder to keep my balance.
Under the soft fabric of his kurta, his shoulder felt like solid iron.
"Kya kar rahe ho? Chhodo mujhe!
I gasped, my voice a mix of sharp defiance and sudden fluster.
He didn't flinch.
His jaw remained set, his dark eyes locked onto mine with calm authority.
"Shaant baith," he grunted softly, his low tone leaving zero room for argument.
"Shor mat macha"
He carried me toward the Range Rover, his steps steady and unhurried.
Stooping down with surprising discipline, he lowered me just enough so that my right foot dipped into the warm, red kumkum bowl.
Looking down at the crown of his head as he held me, the sharp edge of my defiance softened just a fraction.
Beneath his legendary short fuse and dominating exterior lay a quiet, solitary boy who had been forced to grow up far too fast.
Samrat carefully lifted my foot out of the water.
With steady hands, he pressed my red-stained sole firmly against the clean, dark running board of the Range Rover, leaving behind a sharp, perfect crimson footprint against the black metal.
He didn't immediately let go.
His calloused hand stayed wrapped around my ankle, holding my foot steady with absolute care so the print wouldn't smudge.
Slowly, he tilted his head up to look at me.
"Ghar ki Laxmi ho tum," he said.
His heavy Haryanvi accent gave a raw, unpolished weight to the word Laxmi.
"Manne gaadi ki alag te pooja koni chahiye. Pehla kadam tera lagega, tabhi eeb ye gaadi aage badhegi.
(You are the Laxmi of this house. I don't need a separate worship for the car. Your first step needs to touch it; only then will this car move forward.)"
The tail of Rebel and Ruthless against the world!
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