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Rajasthan, India.
It was a very dark night, more dark than an usual night. Stars were shining in the night sky like some lights in a dark room but still there was some gloominess present in the atmosphere like something bad was about to happen. All the birds, animals and creatures were back to their homes, their safe places. The night was getting darker and more darker. Silence started to erupt in the atmosphere, utter silence only the sounds of crickets chirping could be heard from somewhere away, hiding in the corners. Time was passing slowly and slowly like it was trying to avoid any untoward incident. The weather usually stays warm but that day it was a chilly night somehow. There was a big haveli much beautiful and captivating than a modern mansion. The lights were off due to the night time and everyone was sleeping except some local guards hired for guarding the haveli's entrance. The guards were walking left to right and vice versa but suddenly stopped hearing something. They heard the voice of a jeep approaching which gained their full attention. After somehow a jeep came into their view and they started trembling in fear recognizing the owner of that jeep who was none other than Thakur Abhinendra Singh. The Thakur of the village. Thakurs are considered powerful people of high caste. They are considered as kings in Rajasthan. There Gujars, Rajputs and Thakurs are considered as ruling caste and other small castes are considered as peasant caste who gets overruled. Thakurs are the powerful clan in Rajasthan, they are descendants of ancient ruling dynasties of the region. All the guards were from small and poor families who works as guards in the haveli. When they saw Thakur Abhinendra Singh approaching them at that time of night, their fear was at peak. The Thakur got down from his jeep and immediately few of his men followed him from behind. Thakur Abhinendra Singh is famous for his cruel, short tempered and aggressive nature. He silently walked towards the entrance of the haveli and the guards didn't waste any time in opening the gates for him after greeting him because he can visit to the haveli whenever he wants as he is a special guest of the haveli. He usually pays his visit in haveli at nights. Without giving a single glance to the guards he entered inside the haveli. His men waited for him outside only with the guards. He started walking inside with his calculative steps towards a direction like he already knew where his destination was. The haveli wasn't his but his unwavering steps were indicating his familiarity and authority in that place. He started ascending the stairs with hurried steps. He kept walking and turning in the hallways of the huge haveli until he reached in front of a old and rusty looking wooden door. He pushed the door to open it but found out it was locked from inside so without wasting anytime he raised his fist and knocked at the door few times firmly. When it didn't open his eyebrows creased and he was about to knock again but the door slowly opened. It revealed a very petite, fair and smooth skinned girl who looked so untainted and pure that anyone could easily fall for her but not the monster standing in front of her. Her gaze was cascaded down at the cement floor beneath her feet while her small body trembling in fear. His angry gaze pining her at her place. He pushed her slightly and entered inside the room leaving her standing near the door. His charcoal black eyes roaming everywhere in the room like trying to find someone or something suspicious but got nothing. Her room was so simple an old mattress in the corner of the room, an earthen pot filled with water right opposite to bed and a wooden almirah for a few pair of clothes she owns. "Darwaza band kyun tha andar se?" Abhinendra asked her turning in her direction in a snap resulting her to flinch back badly. (Translation: Why was the door locked from inside?) "W-wo j-ji wo..." she tried to answer him but couldn't even form a simple word due to the terror inside her. (Translation: I-It's just...) "Darwaza band kar pehle." Abhinendra ordered her in his authoritative voice and she jumped at her place immediately closing the door. (Translation: Close the door first.) His eyes following her each and every action like a hungry predator gazing at his prey. She stood there nervously not wanting to face the wrath of the monster standing in front of her. He waited for her to walk closer to him but she didn't because she doesn't do anything without the commands. "Idhar aa." he ordered her in his cold voice which made her insides shudder but she couldn't defy him. (Translation: Come here.) With small and baby steps she started walking towards him who was standing near her mattress. When his traditional shoes came into her view she stopped at her place. Her palms clutching the material of her kurti tightly. Her fingertips digging into the soft skin of her palm. In a snap, Abhinendra's hand shot out and grabbed her hair in his fist tightly earning a gasp from her but and eyes were closed tightly. He jerked her head up turning her face towards him. She still didn't open her eyes trying to block his angry face. His normal face is enough to scare her but the anger on it just makes her to feel like dying. "Kitni baar bola hai tujhse andar se darwaza band mat kiya kar?!" he hissed at her face earning a very low whimper from her which was barely audible. (Translation: How many times I have to tell you don't close the door from inside?!) "M-maafi t-t-thakur sahab m-maaf kar dijiye." she let out her words in so much pain due to his tight hold in her hair. (Translation: F-forgive me Mr. Thakur f-forgive me.) She felt like her scalp was burning but there was nothing that could save her from him. There will be nothing and no one that would save her from him and she knew it very well. She can never defy him, ever. "Maafi to tujhe milegi par mere tarike se." he said and jerked her away from him. She landed on the floor with tears streaming down from her eyes at her rosy cheeks. (Translation: You will be forgiven but in my own way.) "Khadi ho jaldi." he commanded and without wasting anytime she stood up at her place with her gaze still down. (Translation: Stand up quickly.) He smirked seeing her obedience because he has spent years on making her this much obedient for him. He has spent years in taming her and settling his fear in her. She is always scared from everything and everyone, he just added a little bit more to it by handling her in his own ways. "Chal kapde utar!!" He commanded again which made her to flinch again but she will be lying to herself if she will think that she didn't see it coming. (Translation: Remove your clothes!!) Without wasting anytime her hands started working on the strings of her kurti at her back and then she grabbed the hem on her kurti so tightly like she wanted to burn it with her touch only. Tears were constantly streaming down from her closed eyes but the monster in front of her was enjoying every bit of the moment. She removed the kurti from her upper body completely standing there in a black spaghetti inner covering her little left dignity. The inner was also not in very good condition but stitched from made places. "Jaldi kar!" Abhinendra commanded in his impatient voice with anger still underlying it. She flinched again and hurried her action. (Translation: Hurry up!) In a swift movement, she removed her bottoms standing in front of him in her inner only which irked him. She was being too slow to his liking. He grabbed her wrist and in a swift motion threw her on the mattress at the floor which was not comfortable at all and in the process her back got injured but he cared less. She cried out in pain but he ignored it like a plague. He hovered above her small and petite body crushing her completely under him. She started her breath becoming ragged. He grabbed her jaw hardly between his thick and calloused fingers which made a pout to form of her small pink lips. He bite them harshly that immediately blood started oozing out of them. His finger reached at the hem of her inner and started crawling inside it. She could feel his rough touch at her stomach which made her to close her eyes more tightly as always. Whenever he does this deed with her she never opens her eyes no matter what because she couldn't see the brutality happening with herself. In a snap, he tore the remaining clothes from her skin leaving her stark naked under him. They were the last pieces of inner she owned and now she has nothing to wear inside her clothes because everytime he comes and tears her clothes which already have so many stitches to hide her body completely. He removed his bottoms too and without wasting anytime a second entered inside her earning a soul shuddering scream from her. He palmed her mouth muffling her voices and keep thrusting her. She keep laying there helplessly knowing she has no saviour, there is no one who will save her even if they hear her voice because the people of haveli know what happens with her in nights. No matter how much time he does this, no matter how much painfully he thrusts her, she can never be used to this. She can never be habitual to the pain he gives to her. She tries, she tries to bear it but he gives much more pain from the last time that she fails in bearing it. She sometimes feel like giving up and dying but doesn't have enough courage to do so. No one saves her from the monster above her who is soon to be her husband. Everyone knows what he does with her but doesn't bother to interfere because she was nothing just a mere slave in the haveli and promised to him. After she will turn twenty one she will married off to him but until then she works in haveli as a slave. Abhinendra keep thrusting her and the pain was becoming unbearable for her. Her eyes started to roll back while her voice was muffled. He was enjoying every bit of it and ejaculated inside her with a loud growl but still didn't stop. She couldnt bear anymore and slipped into her unconsciousness which is the only safe place for her because after it she doesn't feel anything. He kept going on and on and on until he was tired and pulled himself out of her releasing the remaining load at her stomach and wore his bottoms back. He scoffed knowing as always she has slipped into her unconsciousness and stood up from her. Throwing her clothes at her naked body he left the room immediately leaving her unconscious. There laid, the little and innocent girl Inaayat. One of the slaves of the Thakurs and the personal slave of Thakur Abhinendra Singh who wanted to marry her since he laid his eyes on her small and innocent figure but due to some reasons he can't marry her until she turns twenty one so he decided to use her in his own way. One day, he snatched her innocence brutally and forcefully while she couldn't do anything but to submit to him because she was at no place to defy him and since then he always comes whenever he wants and torments her again and again until his heart pleases. He loved to torment her, he loves to see the pain and fear in her eyes of him. He is impatient for the day when she will get married to him and he didn't have to come to the Thakur's haveli to torment her but she will be near him at his mercy. He will keep her however he please and will do whatever he wants with her. His intentions are not so good with her.Just then a familiar hand gently caught her wrist. Before she could turn she was lightly pulled around. She looked up. Ryker stood before her. His ivory embroidered kurta with understated royal elegance, that carried the effortless charm of a man whose presence speaks louder than word now carried streaks of yellow. Both cheeks were lightly covered in haldi. He looked at her silently. While she glows beside him in a radiant mustard-yellow ensemble adorned with delicate silver embroidery, her flowing dupatta and soft curls add warmth to every step. She couldn't help it. A bright giggle escaped her. Then another. Pointing toward his face, she smiled mischievously. "Dekhiye, hum toh ekdum saaf hain." Her eyes sparkled with innocent triumph. (Translation: See, I'm so clean.) "Accha?" He asked amusingly. (Translation: Really?) He looked at her spotless cheeks. Then at her satisfied smile. A faint glimmer appeared in his eyes. Without a word he stepped closer. Close enough that
Then she returned to writing. This time... Without realizing it a tiny streak of graphite appeared on the side of her cheek where she'd absentmindedly brushed her face with the hand holding the pencil. Ryker noticed immediately. She remained completely unaware. He watched her for another moment. She looked beautiful with that grey streak of graphite on her face too. She was still solving the question with complete seriousness. Finally... He reached out. His thumb brushed lightly across her cheek. She froze. Looking up at him. "Ji?" She asked him. (Translation: What?) "Aap ke gaal par pencil ka nishan tha." He said looking into her eyes. (Translation: There was a pencil mark on your cheek.) "Accha." She instinctively tried to wipe the same place with her hand. The mark only spread slightly. (Translation: Oh.) "Nahi rukiye." He caught her wrist gently. (Translation: No stop.) She stopped moving. He took a clean handkerchief from beside him. Then, with slow, careful
The next morning arrived far more peacefully than the previous one. The haveli had finally begun settling into a rhythm. The Haldi ceremony was scheduled for the evening. Which meant the entire household had the morning to prepare. Servants hurried across the courtyard carrying brass utensils. Fresh marigolds were being strung together for the decorations. Large bowls of sandalwood paste and turmeric were already being prepared in the kitchen. Someone was testing the speakers. Someone else argued over flower arrangements. The wedding chaos had resumed. Just... At a slower pace. Inside Ryker and Inaayat's room the bathroom door opened. Ryker stepped out after his shower, drying his damp hair with a towel. His black T-shirt clung lightly to his broad shoulders, while simple grey track pants completed his casual appearance which was a sight to see because it's once in a blue moon he wears casuals. The room was quiet. Too quiet. He instinctively looked toward the bed and it was emp
"Nahi hum kar denge." She said still not convinced. (Translation: No, I will.) "Hamein ye sab phool-patte banane nahi aate hain ji." She said. (Translation: I don't know how to make these floral and leaf patterns.) "Aap ko jo sahi lage jaisa sahi lage waisa bana dijiye." He said. (Translation: You make it however you deem right and appropriate.) "Lekin---" She still looked unconvinced. (Translation: But---) "Kuchh bhi. Aap kuchh bhi bana sakti hain mujhe woh pasand aayega." He extended his palm toward her. (Translation: Anything. You can make anything; I'll like it.) She looked from his hand... To his face... Still hesitant. Without another word he reached into the pocket of his black kurta. Then slowly pulled out the mehendi cone. Her eyes grew round. "Ye? Aap ke paas ye kahan se aayi?" She asked excitedly as if they were doing something illegal but entertaining. (Translation: This? Where did you get this from?) "Haan, maine un logon se le li thi ek." He confessed. (Tra
Choosing silence. Which somehow answered his question even more clearly. Several feet away Ryker had been speaking with Arjun's father related to some ritual which is done by elder brother and Arjun wants him to do it. At least... his body had been there. His attention hadn't. Not for quite some time. His gaze had unconsciously drifted across the hall. Toward Inaayat. Toward Vishesh. Toward the conversation that seemed to be making her laugh. Again. And again. Every soft smile. Every tiny laugh. Every sparkle in her eyes... He noticed all of it. Something inside him tightened. He didn't particularly enjoy the feeling. Nor did he care to analyze it. He simply knew one thing he'd had enough. Without another word he excused himself. Walked straight across the hall. And stopped beside them. "There you are." Vishesh looked at him. "She's been sitting through the ceremony for hours." Ryker's expression remained unreadable. "She needs rest." His eyes settled on Inaayat. "Ji hum---" In
"...Pari?" Arjun looked up. (Translation: ...Angel?) "Who is Pari?" Vishesh turned toward him slowly. "Secret." Raghu leaned back casually. "Secret?" Vishesh frowned. "So there is someone." Arjun smirked. "No comments." Raghu said now looking nervous. "Tell us." Vishesh teased. "Later." Raghu replied with a grim expression. "When?" Arjun asked impatiently. "When I feel like it." Raghu replied slowly. "This man has been hiding things." Vishesh clicked his tongue. "You'll know. Eventually." Raghu simply smiled. Meanwhile another artist looked toward Ryker. "Sir?" He called out. "Your turn." Ryker didn't even glance at him. "No." His answer was flat and it came instantly. Simple. Final. The artist looked disappointed. Arjun didn't insist. Instead, he chuckled and looked at Vishesh and Raghu. "Leave him." Both of them looked over. "He doesn't like people touching him." Arjun said while Ryker remained silent. "And strong fragrances don't suit him either.
It was evening and everyone was in the living room sitting and chatting except Ryker who was working in his room. Urvashi's gaze were wandering to the stairs again and again trying to get Ryker's glimpse but didn't get one. She was biting her lips anxiously because she wanted to catch his attention
Urvashi brought Dadi to the living room because she was free after her college, so the Thakurain asked her to spend sometime with Dadi who used to sit alone in her room whole day. Dadi was looking at every servant who was working in the living room or entering inside the haveli. While Urvashi was b
The whole haveli was in chaos now everyone was running here and there leaving a confused Inaayat behind. She didn't know what was happening because no one bothered to tell her but she was happy that the chaos were not for her. She woke up early and did her with without any clumsiness. Her curious
It was again a very pleasant morning for everyone but except for Inaayat because she and pleasant can't be in a same line. When early morning she woke up, no one was in the haveli, so as usual she did all of the chores and when it was about the time for everyone's waking up she started preparing br







