𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 & 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥
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✦•𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥•✦
A 25 year old calm and sweet girl. A strong believer of Mahadev.Her beauty not only radiates from her golden brown skin but also from her pure heart...
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𝐀 𝐔 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑
The blissful joy of the beautiful night lingered in the dark room as the couple slept, wrapped in each other's arms. Arthur was already madly in love with his darling, and now Vaidehi found herself unable to resist falling for the man who understood and respected her innermost soul. They were both ready to explore the heights of love together, but unknown to them, an unexpected tragedy was lurking, poised to disrupt their beautiful world.
A soft whimper broke Arthur's light sleep. The whole night, he had been admiring how breathtakingly beautiful his wife was, his gaze lingering on her peaceful form. Being the mafia leader he was, he had trained himself to remain alert even in sleep. Now, his blue eyes opened, sleep still evident in them, but they quickly sharpened as he realized Vaidehi was crying softly in her sleep. Panic surged through his veins as he saw tears slipping down her cheeks; she was beginning to shift in his arms, whispering something that he couldn't quite make out. Gently, he placed his hand on her cheek, trying to wake her from the nightmare.
"Darling... open your eyes," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm meant to pull her back to him. But she didn't wake; instead, her sobbing grew more desperate. Arthur leaned closer, trying to catch her words.
"Please... someone help... please," she whispered, her voice raw with agony and fear. Hovering over her, he grew even more alarmed. He shook her gently at first, then more insistently as her sobs deepened. Finally, with one last vigorous shake, Vaidehi's eyes flew open. She looked around frantically, confusion and fear still clouding her expression.
"Darling," Arthur's worried voice broke through the haze as their eyes met. The concern in his blue gaze melted her defenses, and she clung to him, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed openly.
Arthur was caught off-guard by the intensity of her embrace, but he quickly held her, letting her find comfort in his arms. He didn't ask any questions, simply holding her close and whispering soothing words. He had never been the type to console anyone, but for her, he would make an exception to every rule. He would do anything to see her stop crying.
After a while, her sobs subsided, and the room grew quiet, with only the sound of their breathing filling the space. Arthur sat up, pulling her onto his lap, and she snuggled into his warmth, absently tracing the tattoos on his chest. Gently, he brushed the hair from her face and lifted her chin so their eyes met.
"What happened, darling?" he asked softly, his voice thick with concern. Her eyes filled with tears again.
"It was... it was a nightmare. It has to be." She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. "There was a little girl, maybe five or six. She was so sweet, so innocent. She was at the Shiv Mandir with her parents, and they all seemed so happy together. They were there for the pooja, and afterward, they were going to visit her uncle's place. Everything seemed perfect-until a man appeared. He was huge, wearing all black with tattoos on his arms. He had a metal rod, and he stood behind the little girl while she prayed to her Mahadev. And then... there was chaos. She turned around to see her parents lying in a pool of blood, and before she could run to them, the man hit her. She fell, helpless..."
