"Sahaaye Singh Shekhawat." Said Anaya and everybody had just one word in their mind.
Wow.
"The one who is a real charmer. Who is helpful, kind, and friendly. The one who feels things deeply. Thats my Sahaaye. Sahaaye Singh Shekhawat. The prince of Rajasthan." Anaya said as she picked little cutie up from Manheer's lap and kissed his forehead.
"You liked it?" She asks from Manheer.
"I loved it. It's perfect." She said.
Everyone smiled.
Sahaaye Singh Shekhawat.
"Hi Sahaaye.." said Manheer looking at her Bittu.
The priest distributed the prasaad to everyone.
Anaya looked at Shubh thinking if he liked the name or not but he was too busy smiling at Manheer and the little pie.
Seeing him smile, her heart skipped not one beat, but several.
But the way he behaved earlier again came in her mind and all her happy thoughts vanished away.
"Uhh- mom I will have to leave now." she said gaining everyone's attention.
Even Shubh's.
"Where are you going Nayu? And that too in the rain!!" Amrit inquired.
"Bhai actually we'll get results of the exam that was held few months back. I am already late, I have to leave!"
"Wait Nayu, have this sweet curd and don't worry you will pass!" Manya said with a bowl of sweet curd in her hand.
Suddenly her phone rang.
"Mom I am too much late, see my friends are calling me!" She said.
"Take care, it's raining heavily. And call me when you reach." Amrit said.
"Yes your honour." Anaya said and she left.
Amrit's pov.
Everybody went into their respective rooms after the paath.
My beautiful wife took our handsome son and came to our room.
She sat on the bed with him in his lap and started playing with him.
And me?
I am sitting on the couch infront of the bed. Just looking at them.
Sahaaye, Sahaaye, Sahaaye.
Meri biwi chura li Bittu tumne!
She laughs so fully as he holds her finger and blabbers "tah tah tah tah"
Usually he is just sleeping all day long.
But these rare time when he is awake, she doesn't miss any chance to play with him.
Oh and yes ofcourse the "influencer" Heer. How can she stop clicking pictures.
I don't like the idea of posting Sahaaye anywhere.
I have so many rivals.
Political as well as mafia.
My baby is the purest form of being ever.
My wife loves to click pictures so she will click.
Nobody would stop her from doing that.
But I am glad that she understands my point of view as well and didn't post it anywhere.
People know I have a munchkin. Fine. Its more than enough for them to know. There is nothing more for them to know. Or to see.
"You can stop glaring at us Mr. Amrood. Nazar nahi lagani chahiye. " I don't realise that I was literally holding my chin and staring them like a creep till Heer interrupted.
I go towards them and sit on one side of the bed.
"Amrit, hold him." She says instantly and gives him in my hands.
I always had been the ruthless one.
Never really cared about anyone and holding someone softly was too far for me.
Guns, swords and weapons was all I knew and held in my hands.
But Heer changed my caring sense first.
And now this little creature who is literally made by me.
How funny that everytime I hold him in my hands, I wonder what if he felt the roughness of my hands and it irritated him.
Ofcourse his mother has the softest and most addictive touch ever.
What if he didn't like it when I touched him?
"Now kiss on his forehead, I'll click a pic."
And I do it.
But-
Bittu starts crying.
"Aaye, I am papa, I-"
"Amrit aapki daadhi chubhi hai usko!!" Heer says as she leaves the camera on the bed and picks him up from my arms.
(Amrit your beard irritated him.)
I tilt my head sideways.
"Theek ji."
This beard broke hearts of so many girls and here my baby. My own blood. Cried because it irritated him.
Lage raho.
As soon as he goes into Heer's arms he stops crying.
"I am telling you he is very clever."
"What are you saying Raja ji. Kuch bhi."
"No no. Its truth. The crying was fake. He just wanted to go to you."
"Haha I am sure you might have done this in your childhood. No one is as clever as you. Thats why you know what he did."
"Baap hun uska."
(I am his father)
"Harkatien bacho jaisi hain."
(Your acts are like kids.)
"Very fu-"
"Listen Amrit, let me feed him, and then I will put him to sleep. You know tonight is the welcome party right. I have to do so much stuff." She said.
"What stuff? I will help you wifey."
"Help? Then go and steam iron my lehenga and choose the jewellery."
"Hain? What?"
"Jaake mera lehnga steam iron karo aur matching jewellery nikalo." She translated same line in hindi.
"I mean-"
"Hain? You didn't understand this also? Should I speak in Punjabi?"
"Arey nahi nahi. I will do it."
Meri biwi hain. Inke liye kuch bhi.
Haq hai inka mujhpe poora.
(She is my wife. I'll do anything for her.
She has right on me.)
She does most of her personal work herself.
And ironing includes it.
I am amazed how at one point of my life, I would order everyone around. And now? I not only do my work myself because my wife feels its a good thing, but I do hers too.
She changed me but not in a good way.
In the best way possible.
Doing what all I had to do, I come back only to find Heer sleeping right next to Sahaaye.
I place both of them on their respective beds and cover them up.
And kiss them on their forehead.
My family..
I lock the door and leave for the basement.
Abhay. And. Vipin.
Did you think I forgot them?
Nah!
Bastard took my wife away for 4 days, I tortured him for 4 months.
Abhay was nearly half dead. But we gave him injections to keep him alive.
I am a sweet man yaar. But only for my wife and now my son.
I still don't understand what possesses me when I have to kill or torture someone.
Abhay was unconscious in his cage. Without one leg because ofcourse hungry dogs had eaten that.
I had cut off his hands so ruthlessly.
Finger by finger.
He had the audacity to slap my wife.
She had fucking marks on her body for which she felt ashamed to come infront of me!!
"Amrit I don- don't think you should get your hands dirt- dirty b-by doing all these things with h-him. Let-let's go legal." She had said.
"Your husband is the King of Rajasthan. He is the government. He is the supreme authority. What more legal do you want?"
"Wake him up." I order as I remove the wasket on my kurta and hang it.
Don't get blood on your kurta varna biwi ji se daant khaoge.
That is what my mind said . So I remove the kurta as well.
My men throw ice cold water on him and he wakes up as his whole body pains.
When I am not here, I let my men have their way with him.
I let my men remove their frustrations on him.
I pick up a knife and sit on his level and pick his head up by putting the knife on his chin.
"Wondering why even your father didn't do anything?"
"See we had a meeting 4 months ago when I brought you here. And you are such a stupid Russian Mafia that you didn't know your father had a peace treaty with us."
"Aah I know, your wafadar Bakhtawar never told you about it right. That's why your father can't protect you. Such a shame though. You are his son. "
"I wouldn't have given a damn about any treaty if it came to save my son. But anyways not everyone is Amrit Singh Shekhawat."
I say and shove the knife directly through his throat.
Not placing a cut.
But literally shoving it vertically through is adam's apple.
Since the knife was in his throat, he couldn't really scream or make any sound.
But he was shivering with pain.
His eye sockets were as if coming out.
For about 5 seconds he shivered and then.
Everything stopped.
He's dead.
A sudden rush of different emotions run through my mind.
Do I feel bad for killing anyone? Nah. Nope.
Do I feel happiness? 100 percent.
Do I feel satisfaction?
Oh yes definately.
"Throw his body infront of hungry dogs." I command my men.
Then I move towards Vipin.
He was watching me with fear.
Real fear.
"Umm. Nevermind. You washed my clothes nicely that time. Isko aur kapde do, dhoega ye." I say to my men.
He was already washing about 150 clothes and my men had put on more over the pile.
Cool enough.
In the evening.
Manheer's pov.
I have no idea when I slept after feeding Sahaaye.
I woke up and found myself cocooned up in a blanket around and Sahaaye sleeping soundly in the cot.
I go out of the bed towards Bittu and see him perfectly cuddled up with the cushions.
We don't put much stuff toys around because I feel that might create alergy or rashes.
I already knew he was sleeping. Still just going close to him and checking him myself, was a new type of feeling in me.
Confirming he is fine, I go in the dressing room.
I shouldn't have slept.
I don't know what Amrit might have done.
But-
That is not my dress! The one that I had chosen.
That is a-
A purple saree on a manikin was placed exactly in the centre of the dressing room.
Amrit doesn't leave any moment to amaze me.
I go towards it and there was a tag attached to it.
"Don't think I kept this because I didn't want to steam iron for you. I have done that. See on your left. I just. Want you to wear this. Please."
Godddd.
How cute he is.
I dress up and then dress Sahaaye as well.
Fun fact is the party is a welcome party for him. But he doesn't know about it and will just sleep.
But..
Where. Is. Amrit?
All the guests would be waiting for us.
Where is h-
The door opened and he entered wearing a black kurta pajama.
God is he trying to kill me?
"A-are you trying to kill me?" He said.
He stole my words.
"What?"
"You look ravishing."
My cheeks feel so hot when he says things like this.
(Stupid its called blushing)
"Haan haan I know I look hot."
I wore the saree Amrit had brought.
"Hmm. I told you a fact and it wasn't a praise." He said in a low tone and came towards.
He touched the pleats of my saree in such a way that his cold hands touched my bare stomach as well.
Oh god. This man.
I had gained some weight after pregnancy but still the saree was looking perfectly fine on me.
Maybe because I was already curvy.
He adjusted the pleates and kept one hand on my waist and turned me around.
The blouse was backless with just dori.
He tightened the dori and ran his hands over my back.
His touch will kill me. But I would still crave for more.
I close my eyes when he does that because an indescribable pleasure runs through my body dhe to which I step back and my back touches his hard chest.
He comes down to my ear.
Kisses it.
And then says,"Let's go. Everyone would be waiting for us."
He holds Sahaaye in his arms and I hold his arm.
Reaching downstairs everything was so glittery, sparkly and just so.. beautiful.
Shubh veer ji came towards me and took Sahaaye from Amrit.
"Tu enjoy kr, main apne bhaanje nu saamb lun." He says.
(You enjoy, I will take care of my nephew.)
Anaya was busy with her university friends that she had invited over.
My parents and in-laws were busy talking to the guests.
Everyone was so eager to look at Sahaaye but ofcourse its Amrit.
Suddenly my phone rings.
An unknown number.
I pick it up.
"Hello?" I say.
"Is it Manheer?" A lady from other side says.
"Yes. Who's speaking?" I enquired.
"Oh my god Manu!! Congratulations for the baby!!"
Loveleen.
My heart shivered.
She called me.
After 4 months.
"Bitch fuck you. Keep your congratulations to yourself!"
"Arey what are y-"
"Don't you consider me as your friend? Where were you when I came home after I got kidnapped? Where were you in these 4 months? Dare you say you were busy! You didn't pick up my calls and you didn't even call me yourself!!"
"Arey you lis-"
"Didn't you miss me? Don't you care for me? Am I not your bestfriend?"
"Arey meri maata-"
"Shut up and fuck off!"
"Pakka? Dekh le then I won't call back!"
"Nikammi kudiye, tenu jama v akal ni haigi!! Whwre the hell are you!"
(Useless girl, don't you have brain?)
"Yaar I had some problems with my brother and father, so I am with them right now. And about calling, my phone broke. Anyways leave that, tell me what did you name Bittu? Name vame diya bhi ya Bittu hi?"
"Sahaaye. Sahaaye Singh Shekhawat."
"Waheguru Meher Kare. Parmaatma khub khushiyan bakshe."
(May god shower his blessings upon you.)
"Acha sun I will have to go. This is not my phone. I used someone else's so don't call on this. Byee. I love you."
"Arey ruk to-"
Before I could reply she cut the phone.
What. Was. That?
Is she okay?
"Hey, uh- I am so sorry for leaving you alone, but I will just come in a bit." I say to Kiara and run towards Arjun veer ji who was with Amrit and Veer.
I take him out of their group circle and ask,"what the fuck was that!"
"What?"
"Loveleen. Where is she?"
"Arey I told you she had studies and-"
"But on the call she said she had issues with her brother and her father!"
"Wait she called you? When?!"
"Right now veer ji. Tell me the whole thing!"
"Babu it's nothing. Her father was missing her so she went there and she had exams too."
"Aise kaunse exams hain jo khatam nahi hone ko aa rhe."
Suddenly Amrit comes behind me and says,"baby please calm down. It's not the right moment to talk about it."
"Manheer." Arjun veer ji says.
"Maybe she has something personal that she doesn't want to share with you."
I don't know.
But that line hurt.
We were best friends.
And I care if she is okay or not.
I care if she is in a problem or not.
But maybe she doesn't want to share it with me.
I just nod.
"Fine."
The rest of the part was fine.
We cut the cake.
Talked with guests a little.
And we were done.
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Technically this was the last chapter and after this we will have 2 epilogues.
1 from Manheer's pov and 1 from Amrit's pov.
I will be updating The Caliginous (Shubhveer x Anaya) story now.
There will be bonus chapters ofcourse.
There is nothing more left to update in The Diamond. Don't ask me when I will upload Epilogues because I personally do not have any idea about what to write next. I am too much emotionally attached to TD and it is a sad moment for me too.