"Shh."he said stroking my hair with a smile on his face.
I looked up only to see mid piercing eyes looking into my soul. I knew this was the end, I just couldn't believe it; I couldn't adjust to how it had gotten this far. I finally looked up to see gallons of blood oozing off my body. I didn't know if it was mine or not, nor did I want to, because my number one priority as of this moment was to make it out of here alive.
I gasped for breath as he looked at me with awe in his bloodshot eyes. I didn't realize I was crying, but quickly found out as my face got cold when he started to blow on my face.
"It's a shame darlin, we would have been fun." he said as his gaze lead to a smirk, his smirk lead into a laugh, and his laugh lead to a screaming gallop to lead let the final giggles if his joke out. But I could tell he was forcing it, and he wouldn't let it go.
(A few hours later)
I woke up to realize what I had envisioned a moment ago was just a horrible dream, but found myself struggling to get up. "Shh, don't fight the pain." a man laughed as he looked at me from across the room. All I could see was his eyes, because he was peaking at me through a cracked, squeaky door from across the room from where I saw him before.
I look up to see mounds of blood falling off of me, and just like my dream, I wasn't ready to figure out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he chuckled with a smile as he danced around the room towards me in a ballerina/swan type of way. I realized he was getting pretty close by the second, so I did what any typical Russian American would do at that time.....I tried to reason with the man. But that was when I came face to face with reality. I was going to die in the next three seconds.
Meet Thakur Rudra Pratap Singh, a 35-year-old man who heads the powerful Mandawa Thakur family, known for their historical dominance. Despite being immensely wealthy and influential, his heart is hardened due to internal family conflicts, turning him into a stoic figure. He made a solemn vow to his mother to prioritize the family above all else, even sacrificing the prospect of marriage to dedicate himself entirely to their success.
However, his devotion to his family becomes his burden as they become the source of his inner turmoil. His tough exterior makes him unapproachable, instilling fear in those who dare to interact with him.
Yet, fate intervenes and introduces someone unexpected into his life.
Enter Paridhi, a 22-year-old girl from an upper-middle-class family. She exudes sweetness and innocence, though she tends to keep to herself, opening up only to those close to her. Her life seems on track, especially as she nears the fulfillment of her dream: marrying the love of her life. However, when circumstances force her to compromise and accept her family's wishes, she reluctantly complies.
But what happens when their significant age difference becomes a factor? Will they be able to bridge the gap and accept each other despite the odds stacked against them?
This is a tale of shattered trust, broken by those closest to them. Amidst such turmoil, will they find understanding and acceptance in each other's arms?
Do not copy.