LOGINUrvashi 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 busy using her phone.
As sometimes passed Thakur Abhinendra Singh entered inside the haveli and saw Dadi and Urvashi in the hall. He didn't give any glance to Urvashi but touched Dadi's feet out of respect. Urvashi gave him a single glance and again went back to scrolling in her phone again. "Jeete raho beta, sada sukhi raho aur khoob tarakki karo." Dadi gave him her blessings and he sat on the couch adjacent to her. (Translation: May you live long, son, always be happy, and progress well.) His legs spread on the couch like a king, as if he owns the place. No matter what's the place or time he never forgets to show his arrogance and authority. "Bade Thakur kahan hai?" he asked Dadi after roaming his charcoal gaze all over the place. (Translation: Where is Mr. Thakur?) "Ranvijay to beta zameen ki silsile mein court gaya hai." Dadi replied him with a smile but his expressions remained nonchalant. (Translation: Son, Ranvijay has gone to court regarding the land work.) "Aur Thakurain?" he asked again but both the females present there knew he cared less about the people of the haveli. (Translation: And Mrs. Thakur?) He was just doing the formality so that their relations stay good because both the families know that they need each other to stay in power and authority. "Hogi yahin kahin kisi pe hukum chalti hui." Dadi scoffed which showed her disliking towards her daughter in law. (Translation: Must be here somewhere ordering someone.) "Aur wo kahan hai?" he again questioned but this time he didn't refer of whom he was talking but the both of them knew it very well so this time Urvashi sprang up in jealousy. (Translation: And where is she?) "Kaun tumhari hone wali biwi yaa rakhail?" she asked with displeased expressions earning a smack from Dadi for using foul language. (Translation: Who? Your soon to be wife or mistress?) "Jo bhi keh lo." Abhinendra said smirking at her to which she replied with a glare. (Translation: Can be called anything.) "Kitchen mein hai. Khana bana rahi hai." Dadi replied nonchalantly not wanting to stretch the topic more. (Translation: She in the kitchen, cooking food.) Abhinendra stood up as soon as he got to know about her whereabouts. Both of the females already knew he was again there for her only because he doesn't give any shit about them. Urvashi again burned in jealousy. "Haan jao jao pucho usse uska haal chaal. Bechari ko zyada pareshan to nahi kar diya humne?" Urvashi yelled at his retreating figure who was walking towards the kitchen. (Translation: Yes, go go and ask her about her well being. Have we not troubled the poor girl too much?) "Andha kahin ka, yahan ise rani mil rahi hai par nahi sahabzade ko to naukrani pasand hai." Urvashi said gritting her teeth but Dadi consoled her. (Translation: Blind man, here he is getting a queen but no, the prince likes the maid.) "Jaane de use meri bacchi, tere liye to koi aur hi rajkumar aayega, dekhna tu." Dadi said softly to her. She silently nodded and went back to use her mobile. (Translation: Let him go my child, another prince will come for you, you will see.) Abhinendra entered inside the kitchen saw Inaayat making chapatis while an another maid was chopping the salad. He silently gestured her to leave and she immediately did leaving the two alone in the kitchen. He walked towards her with his hushed steps while the oblivious girl was busy with her work. His veiny arms snaked around her tiny and petite waist making her jump at her place. Before she could thrash around his deep, strict and cold voice made her freeze at her place. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck inhaling her soft and natural aroma which aroused him. He started grinding himself in her lower back. "Apna kaam karti reh, mai apna kaam khud kar loonga." he said more like instructed her. (Translation: Keep doing your work, I will do my work at my own.) Her heart jumping against her chest hard and her skillful hands started trembling but as she was commanded she didn't stop the rolling pin and kept making chapatis. Abhinendra's hand started making further making her breath laboured but she helplessly kept going. His big hands reached above her bosoms and he roughly squeezed them making her feel like dying. Tears of helplessness started rolling her honey brown doe eyes but she still didn't stopped knowing the consequences. He placed his chin on her shoulder firmly and kept squeezing her bosoms hard. Then one of his started to travel south and she started panting knowingly what was coming for her. His palm reached at the waistline of her bottoms but before he could enter his hand inside his phone rang and he growled loudly releasing her from his hold. She flinched, then sighed softly when he left from there after receiving the call. With her trembling hands and paining chest she wrapped up her work hastily and ran back to her room before he could again catch her but deep inside she knew her room was also not a safe place for her. She lay down on the mattress with tears rolling down her doe eyes, staring at the wall in front of her blankly. Then she remembered Dadi's words and more tears flowed out of her eyes. Dadi said that one day the prince comes and saves the poor girl but when will her prince come and save her from these monsters of hell. She wanted to get out of from there as soon as possible but there was no one, no prince who will save her. "M-M-Mera Rajkumar kab ayega? Kab wo mujhe yaha s-se bacha ke le jayega? K-Kab mai bhi sukoon se jee paungi? Kab? Kab? Kab?" she cried out in frustration and sobbed loudly. (Translation: When will my p-p-prince come? When will he t-take me away from here after saving me? W-when will I live at peace? When? When? When?) She kept thinking that again she will have to face the world, again she will have to face the wrath of the haveli's members, again she will have to hear all the maids' taunts, again she will have to let that monster have his way with her. She tightly closed her eyes so that the sleep could take over her senses and pain but failed terribly, neither the sleep came nor the prince leaving her wide awake staring at the wall blankly. __________ Dublin, Ireland. It was a dark and gloomy night which was silently warning everyone to be safe at their houses and avoid getting out at the roads. It was almost midnight and everyone was still at the roads enjoying their sweet time with their loved ones or alone. Clubs were full due to it being the Saturday night. Some were trying to get their mind off work, some were trying to get loosen up a bit, some were trying to get a good fuck for the night and some were alone enjoying their own company. In between all these people there sat a man in the VIP area with few other dangerous and powerful men but not more than him. He was silently drinking his drink while his gaze was stuck somewhere at the ground floor. The VIP was at the second floor, away from the normal people. The men around him were chatting among themselves while their gaze were hungrily raking at the strippers dancing around them. Some of them had the girls at their laps while some were already hard watching them dancing seducingly in front of them. Men started groping them here and there not leaving any chance to feel their assets but the owner of carribean blue eyes was not seeming interested in them and their deeds. Suddenly a woman with heavy curves and hourglass figure entered inside the VIP area earning everyone's attention at her. Everyone's attention diverted from the other girls on their laps to the woman walking in front of them wearing high heels. They started drooling her already but her gaze was stuck at the man who was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was standing out in the room of all the handsome men. She started walking in front of him trying to gain his attention while he was busy twirling his drink in his hand and his gaze stuck at someone on the ground floor. His predatory gaze was stuck at it's prey looking for a right moment to attack and snatch his life away. When the woman failed to gain his attention his hurt her ego and she started moving her body more with smooth steps attracting everyone's attention but his. Not able to wait anymore she walked to him and sat on his lap trying to give him lap dance. But the next she was pushed down on the floor with a gun pointed straight at her forehead. Everyone turned stunned while her throat went dry feeling the gun cocked into her forehead. "CONAS DARE TÚ?!" soon that handsome man's voice rang clearly audible in the blaring music. (Translation: HOW DARE YOU?!) The woman gulped hardly not able to collect herself and answer his question. She didn't know what to do and no one dared to interfere between them. He fisted the woman's hair in his fist and stood up with her hair in his burning hold. "Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú leomh fiú teacht níos gaire dom?" he asked her jerking her away and grabbing her throat this time. (Translation: How dare you to even come closer to me?) She tried to get free from him hold but he started pressurizing at her wind pipe and lifted her up from the ground. Her feet started dangling in air while his eyes started red from anger. Her face started to turn blue due to shortage of air supply. "Tá brón orm s-a dhuine uasail." she tried to apologize in her broken and low voice which was barely even coming out but he cared less. (Translation: I-I'm sorry s-sir.) She started thrashing in his hold more when he didn't leave her. Her actions turned more desperate and she almost started to loose her consciousness while his jaw was tightened and eyes red in anger. He hates it when someone touches him no matter who the person is. Only by touching him the person can call their death, brutal death. He loathes anyone presence near him. The woman dared to touch him without knowing his anger and she was paying the consequences at that moment. He growled like an animal in anger and pushed her at a wall hurting her back in the process. "Boss go bhfuil an fear anseo." suddenly one of his men announced coming there earning his attention. (Translation: Boss that man is here.) The man saw his boss' beast mode was on so without wasting anytime further second he left from there. The man threw the woman away on the floor resulting her to cough out loudly. She started to inhale as much as air she could while her face was completely red. The man walked towards her making her to cower back in fear. Her eyes terrified of even looking at him. He gave her a last glance before walking away from there. Everyone sighed in relief and their breathing got normal after the abnormal incident. They kept looking at the retreating back of the dangerous man walking away from there. The man stood there at the stairs in his full authority looking at someone with his darkened gaze. The shade of his blue eyes had turned darker than usual shining in the dark. He saw so many people enjoying downstairs but between all those people there was a man sitting at a table with some other men around him. He took out something from his pants pocket and smirked at his fellows which they returned the gesture back. It was a packet containing some white powder which he took out of the glass table in front of him. He took some kind of his card and started lining up the powder to consume it. When he was done lining it up he rolled a piece of paper taking it closer to his nose. The man was looking at the scene with his cold and piercing gaze while his men started to spread out in the crowd. He took his gun out wanting for the right moment to do whatever he came there for. Slowly and slowly his suited and armed men mixed with the crowd so their prey couldn't understand that they were trapped. The targeted man bent a little to inhale the powder through his nostrils but before he could a gun shot was heard freezing everyone. Before anyone could understand anything the man was laying dead at the same table with his eyes wide open and a bullet between his forehead. The white powder was smeared on his cheek completely. It didn't take much time and the club was in complete chaos. The blaring music which was going on and on until then was stopped while everyone started running here and there like insects to save their lives. The dead man's fellows were trembling like leaves when they saw dozens of men standing in front of them. Soon the club was empty with no person left except the bunch of men, the fellows of the dead man and a dead body now laying at the table. There was no single sound except the ragged and laboured breathing of the men sitting at the couches while the standing men had their cold gazes directed at them. Suddenly the clicking of shoes could be heard at the tiled floor gaining everyone's attention. The bunch of men who were in black three piece suits started to back away in two directions and stood in lines leaving space for someone. Their heads lowered in respect and their hands behind their backs. The same man who was six feet tall, standing out of every person in the club with his muscular and well maintained body came into everyone's vision."Try the next one." Despite the burning in his chest his answer came calmly with hand gesture so she could understand him. She understood immediately and went inside again. And just like that one by one she came out wearing every outfit he had selected. All of them were more beautiful than the previous one, more elegant than each other. She was beautifully carrying all of them without putting any effort. Each time more hesitant than before. Each time quietly asking, if it is looking good or not? "Yeh wala?" She said hesitantly looking at him then back at him. (Translation: This one?) "Hmm. Good." He said with a nod of approval. And each time, his answer remained the same. Short. Certain. "This one too. Keep it." He said to the salesman who was standing alert after his silent warning. No unnecessary words. No exaggerated praise. But he rejected none of them. Not one. Because every single one suited her perfectly. The soft colors. The graceful fabrics. The understated elegance-
He didn't answer her. Not even a glance. Not even acknowledgment. And somehow that silence felt worse than rejection. Then without another word he drove the car forward. Inaayat sat quietly beside him. Hands folded in her lap. Trying to hide the small relief still settling inside her chest. But every now and then her eyes shifted toward the window. And a tiny smile threatened to appear. Because he came back. He didn't leave her behind and she didn't fully understand why that mattered so much, only that it did. Very deeply. She giggled lightly which gained his attention. Urvashi was busy scrolling through her phone now. Inaayat covered her mouth because no matter how much she tried to stiffle it, she giggled loudly. Ryker's lips twitched to form into a smile but he controlled his expressions. ___________ The market was overflowing with light. Bright stores. Decorations hanging above the streets. Wedding music echoed faintly from nearby shops to attract customers as it was the
Why did it feel like something was being taken away. Even though nothing had ever been hers? Ryker shut the car door harshly and silence filled the garden again. But inside Inaayat nothing was quiet anymore. She stepped back from the balcony slowly. Her heartbeat was strange. Uneven. Her throat was hurting for reasons she couldn't explain. And when she looked toward the car one last time- That unfamiliar ache only deepened. Because for the first time- Inaayat felt jealous. Raw. Unnamed. And terrifyingly real. She walked back to the room and started pacing slowly, back and forth just like Ryker. She has seen him thinking so deeply while pacing in the room and somehow she started doing the same thinking all the outcomes of Urvashi being with him. Her heart was squeezing painfully in her chest. "Ab ye Urvashi didi ko bhi sab jagah ghumane le jayenge jaise hamein le jaate the?" She questioned to herself and shook her head vigorously as if shaking that question out of her head. (Tr
A few days later, late afternoon sunlight spread across the haveli gardens. Golden. Warm. Quiet. The fountains flowed softly in the background while wind stirred through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wet soil and flowers. Ryker sat beneath the shaded gazebo near the garden pathway. Laptop open. Files scattered beside him. Phone resting near his elbow. Focused. Entirely occupied with work. His expression remained the same as always- Cold. Unreadable. Detached. A man impossible to disturb. Or so people thought. He was working there because doing her own studies and she always gets distracted with him being around. How? Whenever he's around she couldn't stop staring at him as if she was admiring him and he himself had noticed her staring at him most of the time. It's not like he have a problem or something but when she looks at him like that- with the eyes full of innocence. He feels something deep inside him stirring. He feels flustered as well as honorable, he just feels
If she would have left anything even from the leftovers then it would go straight down the drain. No one would even touch the plate after that if they would get to know about it but here he is transferring all of her leftover food into his so casually like it doesn't matter if it was a leftover. Then he tore a bite of roti and ate it after dipping it in the daal. Then he again tore a bite and dipped it in daal and put a ring of onion on it. She thought this time also he would eat it but this time he forwarded it towards her. She looked at him shocked, he didn't push the bite forward nor took it back. His hand just stood there raised in the air waiting for her to have it. He didn't say anything and neither did he insist that her to had it. She looked at the bite forward a while and even if she was full her head leaned forward as if it had a mind of its own. "Ji hamein nahi chahiye ab." She said but still he didn't say anything nor forward the bite towards her. (Translation: I
Then he picked her up in his arms and walked out of the doctor's cabin while she kept looking at his face as if she wanted to ask something but restraining herself. He knew it so first he straightly walked to their car and settled her inside on the passenger door. Then he patted her head gently and then stood straight. "Aap yahi'n rukiye main abhi aata hoon." He said and she immediately tried to come out of the car. (Translation: You stay here, I'll come right away.) "N-Nahi aap kahan jaa rahe hain?" She questioned desperately holding his hand. (Translation: N-No where are you going?) "Kahin nahi bacche. Main bas aap ko dawai lene jaa raha hoon. Bahar bohot dhoop hai isliye aap yahi par baith jaiye." He said showing her the paper which the doctor gave him. (Translation: Nowhere, kiddo. I'm just going to get your medicine. It's very sunny outside, so please sit right here.) "N-Nahi hum bhi chalenge." She said stubbornly and he sighed. (Translation: N-No I'll come too.)
'Bewajah nahi, wajah hai mere paas. Mujhe iss ladki se jald se jald shaadi karni hai.' as soon as Inaayat heard it, the ground slipped under her feet. Her mind went blank and she couldn't think anything straightly. (Translation: It is not without reason, I have a reason. I want to marry this girl
Ryker was sitting there with Inaayat against him. She was exhausted by too much crying at once. He decided to let her have a long break so he didn't ask anything further and kept sitting there while doing- absolutely nothing. To be honest he didn't want to do anything either, he wanted to just sit
At first he laughed at her eager actions and thought what will happen when she will remember this day that she told him to write a letter for her own husband. She will be so shy then. As he was thinking he saw a red mark on her palm and his laugh immediately died down. He dropped the pen on the tab
Inaayat looked up at Ryker who was already looking at her. She saw his carribbean blue eyes looking so deep and beautiful that she couldn't move her gaze away from them. Her hand automatically lifted in the air while he didn't bother to stop or question her. He let her do whatever she wanted to. Sh







