In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparall...
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I leaned back in my seat, staring out the windshield as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in warm oranges and pinks. The bustling streets outside seemed to blur into the background as my focus remained fixed on the college entrance. I had been sitting there for what felt like an eternity, anticipation and impatience simmering just beneath the surface.
Finally, the car door opened, and Mayura slid into the passenger seat beside me. The moment her eyes met mine, I saw a flicker of shock and surprise flash across her face. Her usual warmth was momentarily replaced by a paleness that concerned me.
"Abhimaan! What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with disbelief.
I couldn’t help but smile, my eyes locked onto hers, drinking in every detail of her expression. "I came to pick you up, Jaana. I couldn’t wait any longer to see you," I replied, my voice gentle yet filled with a possessive edge that I couldn't entirely suppress.
She glanced around the car, her eyes flitting from the tinted windows to the security team outside. "But... how did you know when my classes ended?"
I chuckled, leaning slightly closer to her, the thrill of anticipation making my heart race. "I have my ways, Mayura. I always know where you are."
Her face flushed, and a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "You’re crazy, Abhimaan," she whispered, shaking her head in that adorable way she did when she was trying to hide how flattered she was.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "I’m crazy for you, Jaana. Only for you."
As I pulled back, her eyes met mine, and I saw something there that made my chest tighten – love, adoration, and a bit of surprise, like she still couldn’t believe someone could care for her this much. My heart swelled with pride and possessiveness. She was mine, and I would go to any lengths to keep her safe and happy.
As we started driving away from the college, I noticed her fiddling with her phone, her fingers deftly scrolling through a playlist until she found the one she wanted. Her face lit up, and she turned to me with a radiant smile that made everything else in the world fade away.
"Let’s listen to some music, Abhimaan!" she said, her voice bright and bubbly, completely at ease now.
I hesitated for a moment. Music had never been my thing. I preferred the silence, the space it gave me to think. But how could I say no to her when she looked so happy, so full of life? The last thing I wanted was to dampen that joy.
"Of course, Jaana," I agreed, trying to muster as much enthusiasm as I could manage, which wasn’t hard considering how much her smile affected me.
Her face lit up even more, and before I knew it, she was leaning over to plant a quick, affectionate kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, Abhimaan!"
