Abhiraj Singh rathore :
The ceo of multi billion dollar company rathore private limited which he built from ashes. The world's richest person at the very young age of 24 years. The king of Rajasthan, although the monarchy is abolished people still f...
The sunray beamed through their bedroom, abhiraj's sleep was disturbed by the alarm but our nishi is still sleeping like a log, he opened his eyes to see them in a very intimate position, his head on her breast, hands and legs tangled so basically he is sleeping on her, but the part that shocked him the most is that he slept for almost 9 hours without any nightmares, thinking all these sighing, he got up and started calling her name but on getting no response he started shaking her only to be return gifted with beautiful threats that even a person who torchers people as one of his jobs can not think of but she finally woke up and thanked him.and went to fresh up while he switched on the phone and informed lakshya about the attack and his desicion to stay here and work from home for time being without giving any further information like he was married and on his wife's order he is staying but nevertheless lakshya informed how those three of his rivals escaped on the way back home, hearing this made him see red, lakshya promised that he would find them very soon and its safe for him to stay there only as no body exactly knows which one of the 50 villages he stays in and as none of the villagers knew his true identity, it would take months for them to track him down as everyone knows he only stays in that area for a single day, no one can guess his location.
Abhiraj's pov:
The first day of our marriage dawned with a sense of anticipation that lingered in the air like a delicate perfume, filling the ancient halls of our home with a palpable energy that seemed to hum with possibility. Moving to the kitchen, to get some water, i forgot how to breathe. As I watched Nishita move gracefully through the room, her saree a vibrant crimson against the backdrop of the morning light, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sight of her, a feeling that stirred something deep within me that I couldn't quite name.
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After gaining his consciousness, he wished her good morning, she also wished him back, he wanted her to talk something but clearly she was busy with cooking.
God this woman will be the death of me, she is looking soo hot, cute, sexy, adorable and edible at the same time. I never thought that I will ever die due to blue balls but this woman who is totally mine is not even throwing a glance up at me while making me suffer this much, waittttt a second am I pouting now???, anyone who truly knows me would get a heart attack if they saw me pout, like really it's not even 24 hrs I am married, I have been pouting, smiling, cuddlinggg, feeling jealous what would happen to me after 24 years, I won't be surprised if I kiss the ground she walks on if this goes at this pace "back to earth patidev, don't you have a billion dollar company which you work for, i don't even wanna know about that, you have been rooted at the same spot for the past 15 minutes, thinking God knows what, All the while gwaking at me like you would eat me, if you are that free, go and freshen up, I have made breakfast so we can eat together. " shit I told you something is wrong with me but hey its not my fault that she looks soo Damm hot. " go fastt I am hungry and hey I don't know whose clothes are these morning while househelp came, I saw her the room beside ours while cleening so while talking to her I found this saree and i fell in love with it, I always prefer to wear traditionals but unfortunately I don't have many now so I was thinking if I could use those in that room if you don't mind?? ". Thoose are mummas clothes, she reminds me so much of my mum, while she is talking and why is she asking permission as long as I remember my little wife likes to boss around and her asking permission is not something that I like . Why are you asking for my permission what is mine is also yours and these are my late mom's clothes and I would love to seeyou in them everyday. " I don't know what came over me that I went and kissed her forehead and she did not psh me either so I decided to man up and Complement her, " by the way you look soo hot in this saree that all i want to do now is bend you right here on this counter top and burry myself deep inside you and make you scream my name". That's what I whispered in her ear which came out extra huskily, god i am a fool What would she think about me, will she hate me now cause she seems to be traditional and also sweet and vanilla type of person, did I made a fool of myself on our first day as husband and wife, she visablely shivered and blushed hard making me feel proud of myself for the effect I have on her, "I would have loved to that but um I am not planning to do that like any time near or everr, you are failing completely in hiding your not so little self which would never fit inside me so Yeh we are going for a ivf whenever you are ready." I take my words back she is anything but sweet and vanilla type, she is exactly like I wished my wife to be traditional, sweet and bold, " you got to believe in me ishu when I say that you would be doing that very soon and Yeh trust me you will take every inch of me like a good wife you are."
"Well don't you think you are troubling yourself more by imagining all that , because as far as I know cold showers for longer time are not fun and if you are thinking that even I am gonna face the same kind of trouble due to your not so innocent words that wil turn both of us on , I hate to break Your bubbles but all I need to do is change my inners."
Dammm she whispered all Thoose words huskily and waittttt did she said directly on my face that she is wet due to my words???.
" I see you are blushing and seeing your condition I think you need atleast half an hour for your cold shower, so make it quick I need to go to camp and also want to have our breakfast together, today is my pheli rasoi so I made kaju barfi for sweet, green salad, aloo paratha and black coffee so go and freshen up fast before these all turn cold, we don't even have an microwave oven here, now go sho, sho".
Yup I left from there because apparently my vixen of a wife who is desguised as a goddess is only making my situation worse with her words and Yeh so apparently I scan also blush.
As we sat down to breakfast together, the atmosphere between us was charged with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, our eyes meeting in silent communion as we exchanged shy smiles and playful banter. But beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of tension that lingered between us, a sense of unease that threatened to overshadow the joy of the moment.
It was then that Nishita's phone buzzed in her pocket, the sudden interruption breaking the fragile spell that had enveloped us. With a sense of unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach, I watched as she excused herself from the table and stepped outside onto the veranda, her expression tense as she answered the call.
As I listened to her voice drift through the open doorway, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy stir within me, a feeling that I struggled to contain as I caught sight of the name "Arjun" flashing on the screen. Who was this Arjun, I wondered, and why did he hold such sway over my new bride?
With a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of my consciousness, I watched as Nishita spoke to her caller, her voice warm and affectionate as she exchanged pleasantries with whoever was on the other end of the line. And though I longed to trust her implicitly, I couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that lingered in the back of my mind, a whisper of suspicion that refused to be silenced. I don't doubt her but I can't help myself in doubting the intentions of that so called arjun , I mean she is talking sooo sweetly , almost like cooing.
As Nishita ended the call and made her way back to the table, I forced a smile onto my face, determined not to let my jealousy show. But even as we resumed our breakfast, I found myself unable to shake the feeling of unease that lingered between us, a sense of distance that seemed to grow with each passing moment.
It was then that I noticed the guilt that flickered in Nishita's eyes, a shadow that crossed her features like a passing cloud as she met my gaze across the table. And though I longed to reach out to her, to reassure her of my love and affection, I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a sense of hurt that refused to be ignored.
For in lying to her about my job the other night, I had betrayed her trust in the most fundamental of ways, and I knew that I would have to find a way to make amends if our marriage was to survive the challenges that lay ahead.
