In Rajasthan, the 'Rambagh Palace' was blazing with a possibility of something big going to happen and everyone present there knew it as well.
Why not ? When one of the well-reputed business men who is none other than Prithviraj Chauhan had organised a big business event and invited every famous identity in Rajasthan one can find.
The whole palace was elegantly decorated, giving the absolute rich vibes. Men and women weren't any less, they all were clothed in luxurious suits,sarees, dresses,etc.
The walls of the 'Rambagh Palace' were adorned with beautiful cravings, show casing the culture of Rajasthan. Each design speaking the volumes of how much time & energy the craftsman had put in it.
People engaged themselves with each other as a smile never left their faces. Only if the smiles were genuine though.
Women are showing off their saree, jewelry,etc and how much they spend money on them. Showing off their rich background to appear as a 'big person' in society. Men are doing the same. Showing off their business, money, power,etc to depict a well-known reputation between other business men.
Parties like these were meant to bring profits, recognitions, connections with powerful associates as the world around them works on all these virtues only.
Woh kehte haina ki jo insaan ke pass paisa, takat aur rutba hota hai ussi ki pechan samaj mai jana jaata hai.
(It is said that only the person who has money, power & status has his identity known in the society)
Prithviraj Chauhan stood in the middle with a champagne in his one hand while the other in his pocket as he engaged himself with his fellow associates.
"Mana padega Chauhan Sahab bhot kamal ki party arrange ki hai aapne." One of his business partners said,smiling widely.
(I must say Chauhan Sir, you have organised a wonderful party)
"Ji bilkul sahi kaha aapne. Nekin Chauhan Sahab yeh shaandar party rakhne ke piche kya vajah hai ?" One more associate asked, genuinely curious along with others.
(Yes, you are absolutely right. Nekin Chauhan Sir, what is the reason behind organizing this grand party ?)
"Ji aap sabh log ko thodi der mai pata chal jayega ki humne yeh party kyu aur kis vajah se aaj rakhi hai." Prithviraj voiced out, as he sipped his champagne.
(Yes, all of you will know in some time why and for what reason today I have organized this party)
Rashmi Jaiswal stood near Prithviraj as she said with a smile.
"Excuse me, gentlemen but I need to talk to him for a min." Men nodded and Rashmi & Prithviraj walked a bit away from them to talk.
"Raj hume lagta hai ki hume announcement kar deni chahiye." Rashmi said as she kept her hand on Prithviraj's forearm.
(Raj, I feel that we should make the announcement)
"Abhe nhi Rashmi." Prithviraj said.
(Not now Rashmi)
"But why ? Who are you waiting for ?" Rashmi asked, rubbing his forearm gently.
Prithviraj glanced towards the entrance before answering.
"Aviraaj Rajvanshi you know him right ?"
"Of course I do Raj. He is your biggest competitor in the business world but why do you ask that ?" Rashmi voiced out, as her frown deepened.
"I invited him as well Rashmi." Rashmi gasped hearing Prithviraj.
"Why will you invite him..Raj ?" Rashmi asked in disbelief.
"Bhulana padhta hai Rashmi. Jaante hai ki Chauhan aur Rajvanshi ke beech mai business ko lekar takrar hai. Nekin iska matlab yeh nhi hai ki hum jaani dushman hai. Isliye humne Aviraaj ko bhee invite kiya hai." Prithviraj voiced out, calmly.
(I have to Rashmi. It is known that there is a conflict between Chauhan and Rajvanshi regarding business. But this does not mean that we are bloody enemies. That's why I had invited Aviraaj as well)
Rashmi nodded with a smile but her smile vanished when Prithviraj further added.
"Aur Anamika bhee toh nhi aayi hai. Hume lagta hai hume uska bhee wait karna chahiye."
(And Anamika has also not come. I think we should wait for her too)
"Ji bilkul karte haina wait..Anamika ka bhee." Rashmi stated with a fake smile which went unnoticed by Prithviraj as usual.
(Sure why not. Let's wait for Anamika as well)
Just then, a sudden silence took place all over the lavish hall. Everyone looked at the entrance where one & only Aviraaj Singh Rajvanshi entered like a King with Saransh hot on his tail, behind him.
Aviraaj's powerful footsteps echoed in the silent hall filled with people who were staring at him like no tomorrow.
Some were looking at him with jealousy while some with fear. Jealous because he was a man every youngster wanted to be and even in his 30's he looked no less than a Greek God which every girl & women can die for.
Fear because he has this powerful yet scary aura around him that can make people shiver just being around him.
He has instilled this fear in people's hearts who knew better to not mess with him in any way possible.
Aviraaj Singh Rajvanshi, a man of his words. If he wants to ruin you; he will definitely do it,without a doubt.
In short, he will destroy you in every way possible and that's a fact everyone was well aware of.
Aviraaj stopped as he stood in front of Prithviraj who looked at him with a straight face.
Aviraaj gestured Saransh with his fingers who forwarded the beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"A token of appreciation for inviting sir tonight." Saransh said, professionally.
Prithviraj raised his eyebrows then gesture Rashmi who took the bouquet of flowers and passed it to a staff after muttering a small thank you.
"Hume acha laga ki tum aaye..Aviraaj." Prithviraj said, a small smile tucked his lips.
(I feel nice that you came..Aviraaj)
"Kaise nhi aate ? aapne itne pyaar se jo bulaya tha. Hume aana he padha." Aviraaj said casually in his deep voice while tucking his hands in his pants pockets.
(How can I not come ? You invited me with so much love. I have to come)
Prithviraj hummed nodding his head.
"Sun kar acha laga hume. Tum agaye hai toh aaj raat ki humari iss shaandar party ka pura maza lo."
(I am glad to hear this. Since you have come, enjoy my wonderful party tonight)
"Ji bilkul." I replied, hiding a smirk as I thought.
(Yes, of course)
Nekin aapki iss shaandar party ko dekh kar nhi balki aapki ek lauti beti ko dekh kar hum maza lenge.
(Well, I will enjoy it but not by seeing your grand party but definitely by seeing your only daughter)
Suddenly, a girl appeared beside Prithviraj Chauhan along with a guy.
"Papa, kya aap hume inse nhi milvaenge ?" The girl said as she looked at me from up & down.
I totally ignored her words except one word 'Papa' which caught my attention immediately.
Why is she calling Prithviraj Chauhan as Papa ? As much I know she isn't his daughter but for the women I only came here for it is.
Anamika Chauhan, Prithviraj Chauhan's one & only daughter.
The woman who caught my attention without doing anything to me, except for making me desperate to see her again.
Beside I can't miss the chance to meet my future father-in-law, can I now ? Ofcourse No !
Mr. Prithviraj Chauhan, one of the business competitions I had along with many, I may add.
The old man in front of me was a man greedy for power & money just like everyone present here. People here weren't any genuine species one can find instead you will find people who plastered a fake mask of being good & kind while they were far away from being good & kind.
I was well aware of all these kinds of people even before I stepped into the business world.
I had seen from my own two eyes, people changing their loyalty like they change their fucking clothes.
Kher chodo. Hum aaj yaha pe sirf unse milne aaye hai, jisne humare dimag pe apna dehra bana diya.
(Anyway, forget it. Today I have come here only to meet the one who has made her mark on my mind)
Nekin woh kaha par hai ?
(But Where is she ?)
My eyes roamed in the hall filled with fake people but my eyes didn't saw the one I urgently wanted to see.
Didn't she come ? How long is going to make me wait for her one glimpse ?
"Bilkul milvate hai. Milo Aviraaj Singh Rajvanshi. Tum jaanti hogi Aviraaj ko haina ?" I heard Mr. Chauhan saying.
(Of course, let me introduce you. Meet Aviraaj Singh Rajvanshi. You must know Aviraaj, right ?)
"Inne kon nhi jaanta hai ? Papa. Hum bilkul jaante hai inne." The girl stated before she stood in front of me and forwarded her hand for a handshake.
(Who doesn't know him ? Papa. I very well know him)
"Hello, I am Tara. Nice to meet you finally..Aviraaj."
I looked at her, not even a bit interested in her or her introduction rather I will be more interested in meeting her sister.
"Hello and it's Mr.Rajvanshi for you." I voiced out firmly.
Tara smiled awkwardly as she slowly took her hand back. She was embarrassed, I assume. But who cares ?
Cause I fucking don't care !
Mr.Chauhan cleared his throat before saying. "Meet him as well. He is Rahul Patel and also Tara's boyfriend."
"Hello, Mr.Rajvanshi. I have heard about you a lot and it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." The guy named, Rahul said while showing his teeth and forwarded his hand as well for a shakehand.
I hummed and just nodded my head in return. For every person, it's a pleasure to me. Nothing new to see or hear.
Rahul took his hand back as well but for some reason he seemed to be more embarrassed. I wonder why ? but leave it.
"Mr.Chauhan, I didn't know you had two daughters." I stated, casually.
Mr.Chauhan glanced at Tara and a woman beside him and before he could say something Rahul spoke.
"Oh you have been mistaken for Mr.Rajvanshi. Tara isn't uncle Ji's real daughter but uncle considers her one."
I raised one eyebrow hearing new info. So my hacker guy didn't give me an incomplete report.
Good, he saved himself once again from death.
"Is it Mr.Chuahan ?" I inquired staring at the old man who nodded back.
"Yes, Tara is my daughter but not a biological one." Prithviraj Chauhan voice out.
"So where is your real daughter ?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate and I think I hid it well from him when he answered in a monotone while glancing behind me.
"There she is."
Without waiting for another second. I turned around and indeed there she was--Anamika Chauhan, the woman who didn't leave a chance to irritate me with her thoughts; especially her eyes.
Anamika entered the palace filled with people who turned their heads in her direction the moment she stepped in.
Anamika who was wearing a half shoulder black long dress with black pencil heel walked in with full confidence which can make anyone turn their heads and just stare at her with admiration & jealousy.
Men present there gazed at Anamika with admiration & lust filled in their eyes. They have never seen a woman looking so gorgeous in a simple black dress.
Women stared at Anamika with jealousy in their eyes as every man was giving their whole attention to her. They were envious of how dazzling & eye-catching Anamika was looking, tonight.
Both men & women gazed at Anamika like she was an angel who has descended from heaven itself.
But how delusional they were. She was far away from being 'An Angel'
Instead she prefers to rule the hell.
I can feel the eyes of everyone on me.
No doubt I was an eye-catching woman. I can't help but feel proud of my beauty which I solely inherited from my gorgeous mother.
Natasha, my mother was a divine beauty of her times and I was the replica of her divine beauty.
Most people had forgotten about my mother's eternal beauty but no worries I have come back now.
Others will truly understand what a divine beauty means.
I ignored the glares from other women's. I wonder if they think that their stinky glares can affect me ? Hell no !
As I ceased in my footsteps. I scanned the whole hall. It was filled with a rich personality. My father invited people who have a good background, status,etc in the society. Why wouldn't he ? He has to appear as a nice man as well in front of the society along with others partially present here.
But I knew better that my father wasn't any good man or...a father.
Here people wear a mask, hiding their true personality which is dark, cruel & cold. I knew it all better.
Anyway, good for me. More people, more drama will be and I will fucking enjoy it to the core.
My eyes caught my father and I started to walk in his direction. I saw two moths standing beside my father.
Oh ! The moths I am talking about are Rashmi and Tara Jaiswal. The only difference was that, these moths get attracted towards money instead of light.
Tara's boyfriend stood there as well who checked me out from top to bottom. Asshole !
Suddenly, my eyes clashed with a pair of black eyes staring at me, intensely.
His gaze was sharp like a knife.
His stare wasn't a pervert one instead it felt like a sign of something.
Something that is both deeper and dangerous.
His stare was holding something in them. But I wasn't able to pinpoint exactly.
Was his stare that I felt precisely among so many people ?
My green eyes moved from his jet black eyes to his face.
Fuck--he was a one fine as hell man any women will crave to have in her life.
His has so define and sharp facial features which enhance his manly beauty. His tan skin which was glowing like golden sand under the light of the chandeliers made him stand out so well.
My eyes moved down to his huge body that was hugged by the luxurious Armani suit he wore. His shoulders were broad, his biceps were big making me think how much time he must have spent to acquire such a heavenly body.
I might have met a lot of charming & handsome men in Italy and slept with a few of them as well.
But I have never seen a man looking this sexy and deadly charming to my eyes.
My eyes moved back to his handsome face where I caught his lips switching slightly.
Shit--Did he catch me checking him out ?
Guess what he did because he fucking smirked at me. Bastard !
I reached near him as I stood with a two step distance between us. My eyes finally moved away from him and landed on my father who looked at me with a stern face as he said coldly.
"Took you enough time to come..Anamika. I thought you knew I don't like late comers."
"But I didn't thought you were waiting for me..Padre. My apologies I will be on time, next time." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
Not at all feeling sorry for coming late. I purposely came late just to irritate some people who rolled their eyes after hearing my not-so-sorry apology.
"It's okay." Padre said with clenched jaws.
Good Job ! Anamika Chauhan you are getting on your father's nerves already.
"I want you to meet him." Father said gesturing towards the man whose eyes were still stuck on me.
My eyes moved back to him and we made eye contact.
"Who is he ?" I heard multiple gasps the moment I ended my question. And my eyes caught a muscle in his jaw switch as well.
Guess what I caught him off-guard by my sudden question.
Freaking Good.
The moment those three words of a question left her pretty lips, I clenched my both fist inside my pockets to control myself.
The women, whose whole bio I had with me--fucking doesn't know about ME ?!
She fucking doesn't know who is Aviraaj Singh Rajvanshi ?! Damn it.
"You are kidding me right ? Of course you must know him..Anamika." I heard someone saying behind me.
Anamika's beautiful green eyes moved away from me as she looked behind me. I cursed whoever that just spoke to her.
I want her to look at me, only me.
She was looking so magnificent in her black off-shoulder dress. Her sexy collarbones were entirely displayed for the hungry animals aka men who checked her out from top to bottom as if they would eat her raw.
Like I will let them; hell NO !
They will be dead before they can touch her, even slightly and I freaking mean it.
Fuck--I so want to crush their dirty eyes with my bare hands right now for staring at the women who caught the attention of the 'devil' inside me.
"Mr.Patel, you aren't my friend that I will joke with you. Did I make myself clear ?" Her sexy deep voice rang in my head making me come out of my murderous thoughts for the other men present here.
"Y-Yes." Rahul said, I glanced at him to see his ears going red. Nice.
"Are you for real ?" Tara asked with a disbelief scoff.
"Go, check your eyes first and you will get the answer to your own question." She replied coolly.
Damn--a feisty one she is !
"Anamika..behave." Mr.Chauhan practically snapped at her.
I didn't like it. Not even a bit.
She might be his daughter but that doesn't mean he gets to talk to her with that tone.
Nobody does. I won't let them include my soon-to-be father-in-law as well.
"It's alright Mr.Chauhan. I can introduce myself to her." I said calmly masking my real emotion from the old man who nodded his head in return.
My eyes turned to her who was already looking at me. Good, that's what I wanted.
"Hello, I am Aviraaj Singh Rajvanshi. Good to finally meet you..Miss.Chauhan."
I forwarded my hand for a handshake. Her green eyes glanced at my hand before they looked straight in my eyes which normally people don't do but she did, fearlessly.
I am fucked up because I am finding her sexy even after she clearly indirectly question on my identity which everyone knew very well except for her.
His deep voice rang in my head and fuck--that was so hot !
His voice was deep, manly. A voice that can make any woman moan just after hearing it.
I grabbed his forwarded hand which he put ahead for a handshake.
"Hello, Mr.Rajvanshi. Myself Anamika." I said shortly but confidently.
I tried to pull my hand back but he suddenly tightened his hold making me look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Does he wish to get punched by me in front of so many people ?
"Hope to see you around often Miss...Anamika." He said and left my hand.
The pause he took between Miss & my name was purpose. I knew it.
I have better work to do other than roaming around, so yeah you can hope only Mr.Rajvanshi. I thought as I just nodded at him in return.
"Raj..abhe Anamika bhee aagayi hai toh hume lagta hai ki hume woh kaam kar dena chahiye jis ke liye humne yeh party rakhi huee hai." Rashmi Jaiswal, said while keeping her dirty paws on my father's forearm.
(Raj..now Anamika has also come. I think we should do the work for which we have organised this party)
I watched as my father nodded and excused himself with his soon-to-be so-called second wife.
Dekhte hai woh aapki dusari biwi bane ke liye zinda bhee rehti hai ki nhi.
(Let us see whether she stays alive to become your second wife or not)
"Everyone, kindly give your attention here." Prithviraj said in a mic, loud & clear making others automatically turn their heads in the direction where Prithviraj stood with Rashmi beside him.
"First, I want to thank you all for joining me in tonight's party on such a short note." Prithviraj voiced out looking around.
"Mr.Chauhan, to be honest it's our pleasure to get an invitation from you." One of the close associates said and others agreed making Prithviraj chuckled.
"Yeh toh aap sabh ka badh appan hai. Warna hum jaante hai ki aap sabh apni kam-kaj ki zindagi mai busy hai. Nekin aap sabh ne humara saman rakhte huee..humari iss party mai aaye woh hume acha laga." Prithviraj said, smiling.
(This is the greatness of all of you. Otherwise I know that all of you are busy in your work lives still you all kept respect for me and came to my party, I liked seeing that)
"Second, I held this party to announce something important." Prithviraj said making others whispered to each other, being curious like a bunch of cats.
"What is it Mr.Chauhan ?" One woman asked.
"As you already knew about my wife who unfortunately died in an accident 15 years ago." Prithviraj voiced out.
Anamika's hold on her purse tightened hearing her father's fake sad voice.
"Of course we all know Mr.Chauhan. We all feel sorry for your lost." One man said remorsefully as other guests nodded their heads.
"I still love Natasha. She will always live in my heart." Prithviraj said as he wiped a tear from his right eye.
Anamika scoffed knowing well aware of her father's fake tears and fake acting which he was currently doing in front of his guests.
Rashmi caressed Prithviraj's back as both of them passed a smile to each other making people present there, frowned.
"But I realised that I want to move on as well. So I have decided to remarry Rashmi Jaiswal." Prithviraj announced and a silence took over the place before they started to whispered to each other once again.
"What is this ?"
"Is he really going to marry her ?"
"So shocking news."
"I can't believe this."
"Chauhan sahab such mai aisa karenge ?"
(Chauhan Sir will really do this ?)
Aviraaj raised his eyebrows as he thought.
'Idhar hum aapki beti se shaadi kee yojana bana rahai thae aur udhar aap apni dusari shaadi kee ghoshana kar rahe hain. Manna padega sasur ji aap bhot pochi cheez nikale. Iss umar mai bhee, aapke upar jawani bhot chahe huee hai.'
(Here, I am planning my marriage with your daughter and there you are announcing your second marriage. I must say father-in-law, you have come out as a big thing. Even at this age, youth is dancing on you)
"I know all of you are shocked and may not have any good thoughts after I announced about my second marriage but we are living in a generation where remarrying someone is acceptable." Prithviraj calmly said as silence took over.
"Besides, I think I have the right to move on and be happy as well. I have spent 15 years in my late wife's grief and now I want to genuinely be happy with someone I dearly like."
"After Natasha's death, Rashmi has handled me and my house. She has taken care of me and my mother as well. I don't know if she wasn't with me; I wouldn't have survived and stood in front of you all right now as a successful business man."
Saying this, Prithviraj held Rashmi's hand who smiled at him warmly.
'I absolutely know how that woman took care of you Padre....in bed.' Anamika thought as she glared at their joined hands.
"What I want is your support and nothing else. I will be really grateful to y'all then." Prithviraj said and lowered the mic.
Others keep whispering to each other making Prithviraj and Rashmi tense. They both knew, second marriages at their current age was something unacceptable in their society.
Anamika observed everyone with her cold eyes. Meanwhile, she was being observed by none other than Aviraaj who stood across her in the hall with Saransh beside him.
Aviraaj's eyes never actually left Anamika's presence. He was watching her every move. The way her eyes never left her father, the way she will glared looking ahead where her father stood.
Every little detail he noticed about her and he can't help but find his attraction for her growing more as time passes by.
"Mr.Chauhan mai aapko support karunga." Suddenly one man loudly said.
(Mr.Chauhan, I will support you)
"Ji ha. Hum bhee support karenge kyu ki dusari shaadi karne mai kohe galat cheez nhi hai." One more said.
(Yes. I will support you as well because there is nothing wrong with a second marriage)
Like these everyone said yes making Prithviraj & Rashmi break out a wide smile.
'How cunningly you played with words and made everyone present here agree with you..my dear father.' Anamika thought with greeted teeth.
"Thank you everyone. I am happy to have your support and without a fail you all are invited in my marriage which is soon going to take place in this month itself." Prithviraj voiced out, happily.
"Yes, thank you everyone. Please do join us and give your blessings." Rashmi added in the mic, smiling widely.
Everyone cheered a 'yes' in chorus making the couple hug each other.
Aviraaj saw Anamika looking away with clenched jaws making him wonder if the old man is marrying the other women against his daughter's wish.
'It seems like I have to crash my own father-in-law's wedding if she doesn't want it to happen.' Aviraaj thought, nodding to himself.
"On these beautiful occasion let's celebrate this night with champagne everyone." Prithviraj said as everyone chorused a yes and he walked away from Rashmi to take the champagne bottle from the waiter.
Let the Real fun of tonight begin !
Anamika mumbled mysteriously as she swirled her index finger around her red wine glass rim, slowly.
Prithviraj turned around after taking the champagne bottle in his hand and suddenly his eyes caught the chandelier just above Rashmi shaking and slowly coming down.
"RASHMI !!"
Everyone looked at Prithviraj confused hearing his shout.
"Raj kya hua ?" Rashmi asked totally being unaware of the danger that was coming down at her.
(Raj what happened ?)
"GET AWAY FROM THERE !!"
Prithviraj shouted again making Rashmi's frown deepened along with others except one person.
"But wh--" Rashmi's eyes looked up and her eyes widened as well seeing the huge glass chandelier falling on her.
Rashmi screamed covering herself with her hands and closing her eyes ready to feel herself getting crushed by the huge chandelier.
A loud glass clashed sound echoed in the entire palace.
Everyone held their breaths, they were too shocked to even react. This all happened in a flash of seconds.
"MOM !!" Tara was the first to react as she ran where her mother was standing a second ago but now lay a huge broken chandelier.
Everyone released their breath because they saw Rashmi alive who was on the ground and beside her was Prithviraj Chauhan.
A min ago, just before the chandelier could entirely fall on Rashmi; Prithviraj was able to pull Rashmi to a side with him. Saving her life.
Others ran as they surrounded Prithviraj and Rashmi boarding them with questions.
Tara helped her mother to stand up while Rahul helped Prithviraj. Sushila Devi rushed towards them as she asked, worriedly.
"Hey bhagwan ! Tum dono theek toh ho na ?"
(Oh god ! Are you both okay ?)
"Ji maa hum theek. Rashmi aur tum theek ho na ?" Prithviraj asked as she checked her as well.
(Yes mother I am alright. Rashmi are you okay ?)
"Ji mai bhee theek hu. Chotti motti kharonche he aayi hai. Aapne aaj maire Jaan bacha li..Raj." Rashmi sobbed as she hugged Prithviraj.
(I am okay as well. Just small scratches but today you saved my life..Raj)
Meanwhile all this was going on, one & only Anamika stood behind in a corner as she watched everything calmly with her green eyes.
Anamika took her red wine glass near her lips as she sipped her drink and whispered to her.
"Tsk..Tsk..lucky bitch but not for too long."
My eyes fell on the woman who was staring at the on going scene like she was fucking watching a drama.
Doesn't she care about her father or soon-to-be step mother ?
"Sir ?" Saransh called him. I hummed.
"Are you finding this all as weird as me ?" Saransh's hesitant voice rang in my head.
"And what exactly are you finding weird in all these ?" I inquired, my eyes never leaving Anamika.
"Mr.Chuahan and the woman he is going to marry almost got killed but there...his daughter isn't showing any reaction to it ? How could she stand so calmly ?" Saransh whispered in disbelief.
I can understand him. I am confused as well due to her calm posture.
My eyes followed Anamika who typed something on her phone while climbing the stairs.
"Sir, where are you going ?" I heard Saransh asking as my feet automatically moved ahead.
"To get some clarity to my confusion."
"What ? Sir wait I---" I cutt him off.
"Wait for me near the car. Don't follow me Saransh." I firmly said while climbing the stairs.
Finally, I will talk to the person for whom I came here for only.
Just me and her.
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