CHAPTER 13

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"Ms. Rajvanshi, wait!" I called again, but she was already gone.

"Bhai, what happened? Why did Bhabhi leave like that?" Yuvraj asked.

"I'll explain later," I said, grabbing my car keys.

"Why did Shivnya leave so suddenly?" Mom asked.

"It's nothing, Mom," I replied.

"Come on, tell us," Chachi prodded with a smirk.

"We had a bit of an argument," I admitted guiltily

"Ohhhhhhh," they all said, smirking.

"No need to worry, dear. She'll come around," her dadi said with a chuckle.

"She's my wife, and I know what to do," I snapped, heading out.

"Mr. Rathore, do you know where she went?" Aayansh asked, stopping me in my tracks. I realized I didn't know.

"No, but I'll find her," I said, determination in my voice.

"She's hard to find sometimes. Good luck, bhaiya," Divit teased, sending me the address. I headed to her house, determined to make things right

Abhimanyu tried to reach me, but I ignored him due to a bleeding wound caused by his grip on my arm. The pain was intense, prompting me to hurry home for treatment. Distracted by the fear of him discovering the injury, I urgently left with Barley's help.

In the car, I was wincing in pain and shouted at the driver to drive faster because I wanted to reach home as soon as possible. Upon arrival, Barley helped me to my room. I sat on the bed, removed my shirt, and saw that my bandages were soaked with blood. She tended to my wounds and urged me to seek medical attention for stitches. The severity of the cuts, worsened by previous injuries, left me in need of proper care.

With the wedding in two weeks and continuous bleeding from the wounds, I knew I needed stitches to stop the bleeding. I ordered Barley to call a doctor, as the medication I took made me drowsy, and I needed rest.

Abhimanyu went to Shivnya's house and rang the doorbell repeatedly. After the tenth ring, a servant finally answered.

"Yes sir, who are you?" the servant asked firmly.

"Your death," Abhimanyu replied, pushing the servant aside and entering the house.

"Sir, you can't go inside like this," the servant protested.

"You know what, I can," Abhimanyu retorted, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the servant's face. The servant was taken aback, but Abhimanyu smirked.

"Leave from here," the servant insisted, but Abhimanyu kicked his wrist, disarmed him, and then kicked him in the face.

"Now you leave," Abhimanyu said, moving into the hall.

Barley came from the room and saw the gun and the fallen servant. Another servant approached Abhimanyu from behind, gun in hand. Barley gestured to the servant, which Abhimanyu noticed but didn't understand. He turned to see the armed servant.

"Barley, I want to talk to your ma'am. Call her," Abhimanyu demanded in a rigid tone.

"Sorry sir, but ma'am is sleeping," Barley typed on a tablet, which Abhimanyu read.

"Stop lying. I know she's not sleeping," he said, moving toward the room Barley had come from.

"Sir, it's the truth. Why would I lie to you?" Barley typed again, blocking his path.

"But how can she sleep suddenly? She was just talking to me, and she doesn't sleep during the day. Is everything okay?" he asked, panicking.

"Nothing happened to ma'am. She's been overworked and skipping meals, which has made her weak," Barley typed.

"At least let me see her once," Abhimanyu insisted.

"Sir, ma'am wouldn't like that," Barley responded.

"I am her husband," he said, raising his voice.

"Okay sir, just wait a while. Let me check on her," Barley replied.

A moment later, Barley returned. "Sir, now you can see her."

Abhimanyu entered the room slowly. The lights were dim, and Shivnya was covered up to her face, her hair spilling over the pillow. Seeing her like that brought a smile to his face. He quietly left the room and closed the door softly behind him.

"How long will she sleep?" he asked Barley, who typed back, "Maybe two hours."

"Okay. Can I wait for her here?" he asked.

"Sir, you might not be comfortable sitting here," Barley typed.

"No, it's fine. I can wait," he insisted, and she nodded.

Abhimanyu sat in the hall, observing everything. The hall had no pictures, neither of her nor anyone else. The house was painted in dark shades of black and gray, with six or seven rooms. After a thorough look around, he busied himself with his phone

After one hour, he heard a voice.

"BARLEY," it called.

"BARLEY."

"AAAAHHHHH!" Shivnya shouted and winced in pain because she had mistakenly slept on her left arm, the one with the cut. Blood could start oozing out any minute. Barley hurried towards the room, and Abhimanyu followed, but Barley stopped him halfway and went in alone. She saw Shivnya in pain and helped her get up.

"Barley, call the doctor ASAP. I think we need a professional to operate," Shivnya said, and Barley gestured towards Abhimanyu.

"What is he doing outside, and who the hell allowed him to enter the house?" she demanded. Barley explained the whole incident.

"Arghhh, I really can't handle this pain, and this man is making things more complicated for me," she said in rage. "Pass me a loose shirt." She took a shirt and wore it.

"Yes, Mr. Rathore," I said as I came into the hall and sat in front of him.

"What happened, Ms. Rajvanshi? Why were you wincing in pain?" he asked, standing up and sitting near me.

"Oh... Uhm... Actually, I... fell out of the bed by mistake," I said nervously, scratching my neck. I get easily nervous in front of him.

"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah."

"So, what brings you here?" I asked him.

"Sorry, I shouldn't shout at you but you were continuously saying that I lied to you l. I have never lied to you, and I don't even know her," he said innocently, coming closer. I could see the sincerity in his eyes. I wanted to trust him, but my subconscious mind had been betrayed too many times, making me wary of trusting anyone, even my cousins.

" You don't know me either," I said, feeling bored.

"Who told you that?" he asked with a sad face, which hurt me to see. Why am I feeling this way?

"What do you mean?"

"Please believe me. I don't love her. At the mehendi and haldi ceremony, she was coming towards me. I wasn't going towards her. And I even warned her," he explained. But that haldi incident still occupies my mind.

"And what about you applying the haldi?" I asked.

"Oh, God! That was a dare from Yuvi because no one else was applying haldi to you. So, I did it. Think about it: the difference in clothing between her and you was significant. How could anyone get confused? Please, trust me now," he explained. Now I understand. The difference in clothing made sense. But why is he explaining all this to me? He could have ignored it like my family.

"Hmm..." I was speechless. No one in my family had ever given me that much, no one gave abyimportance to explain a misunderstanding. This person, who hadn't done anything wrong, was explaining everything to me.

"Does this mean you trust me?" he asked, with hope in his eyes. I felt guilty for being so insecure about him and showing my insecurity so easily.

"Hmm..." I nodded.

"Sorry, Mr. Rathore," I spoke meekly, closing my eyes as tears welled up.

"Why?" He was stunned.

"I shouldn't be that insecure about you," I said in a low tone, still with my eyes closed. I couldn't face him. I was never like this. I was never insecure about anyone, not even when Advaith and I used to enjoy time with friends. He stood up, knelt at my feet, took my hands in his, and said,

"It's okay, it's really okay, Shivnya. Firstly, you don't have to feel sorry about this. You have all the rights to me. You can ask me anything. You can do anything to me, and I will never question you. It's my duty to clarify every misunderstanding between us. I was the wrong one here, not you. I should have stopped you and explained it then and there. Please, don't ever feel sorry about anything you do to me. You are really special to me. Please, don't feel sad because of me. You are my future wife, Cherie. You are my everything," he said, caressing the back of my hand with his thumb. I was speechless. What did he just say? He amazed me with his words.

"Now, please rest your body and mind. Barley told me you are not taking meals properly. Please take care of yourself for just one more week. Then I will be on my duty, Cherie," he continued. "And we are going to marry each other. So, there will be no more discussion about that. I am marrying you because I want to, and nobody has forced me to do this."

"Mr. Rathore...," I began, but the bell rang, and he sat on the couch with a poker face. How quickly he changed his expression-impressive.

A person entered with slow steps. "Hello, Ms. Rajvanshi," he greeted.

Abhimanyu glared at him. Barley approached me and explained that he was the doctor she had called. Thank goodness she didn't call Doctor Uncle, but there was one problem: if Abhimanyu found out about the injury, what would I say? I had to make him leave.

"Barley, take him to my room. I'll be there in two minutes," I said in a rigid tone.

"Room?" Abhimanyu asked with a raised eyebrow. "Who is he?" he demanded sternly.

"Actually, I am a..." The doctor started to explain, but I cut him off.

"He is one of the employees in my company," I said nervously. "What's your name?" I asked in a stern voice.

"Tushar... Tushar Chawla," he answered fearfully. He seemed like a newbie.

"Barley, take him to the room. I'll be there in a minute," I instructed. Both of them left for the spare room.

"I think you should leave now. I have some work to do, and I'm sure you have some too," I said.

He just hummed in response, and we both stood up. "But please take your meals on time, or I will do something you won't like," he said with concern.

"What will you do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He came close, making intense eye contact, and I stopped breathing because of the proximity.

"Breathe, Ms. Rajvanshi," he said with a smirk, and I exhaled. He leaned in and whispered just near my ear , "I will send my PA to your office with meals regularly. Until you finish them, he won't leave."

He stepped back, and I raised an eyebrow. "You're giving me a warning?"

He stepped closer, I pulled his collar toward me for eye contact. "No, it's not a warning. Who I am to warn you, my highness? It's a request-please take your meals on time," he said firmly with a smirk. I released his collar.

"I think that's enough for today. You should leave," I said.

"Yeah, yeah. See you soon, cherie. Bye-bye," he said, and I automatically waved. He left.

Later, the doctor stitched up my back and left arm-two stitches on each-and prescribed some medications and precautions. Two thoughts lingered in my mind: How did he know how to demetalize the gun? Only someone used to shooting could do that. And, why did he call me "cherie"? Is it just a fruit, or does it mean something else?

She was sitting in the conference room of her secondary office with her business associates, but this meeting wasn't about the usual business dealings. It was about the urgent shipment of arms and weapons that needed to be sent out of India immediately.

"Ma'am, the arms-guns and bullets-need to be supplied tonight," one of the business associates stated. Her phone rang, and the room fell silent. Shivnya glanced at her phone and handed it to her PA, who stepped outside to take the call.

"But they are not providing us with the specialized order we placed," another associate said, raising an eyebrow. Shivnya's anger flared.

"You better deliver all my arms tonight, or you'll face consequences that neither you nor your CM will find easy to handle," she roared. Just then, Vivek, her PA, approached her and whispered something in her ear before handing her the phone.

Shivnya excused herself from the conference room and answered the call. "Now what do you want from me?" she snapped.

"Come here ASAP," the voice on the other end demanded sternly.

"FOR WHAT?" she shouted.

"We need to decide on your engagement ring," Viren said firmly.

"Go ahead and decide whatever you want. If the wedding isn't happening on my terms, why should I care about the ring?" she mocked.

"Shivnya, are you coming here, or should I send someone to fetch you?" Viren warned, knowing he was the only one aware of her location.

"Once I get what I need, neither your words nor your commands will matter," she retorted angrily. "It'll take some time. I'm in a meeting," she added, then cut the call.

Returning to the conference room, she warned all present that the delivery of her weapons had to be completed tonight. "Otherwise, you won't see the sun tomorrow morning," she threatened before leaving for the jewelry showroom. She arrived in her formal yet slightly oversized clothes, ready to face the next challenge.

She entered the showroom with a poker face, her hair loose, and dressed in an oversized black shirt that almost swallowed her hands. She looked like a baby, my baby. She approached our families, the Rathores and Rajvanshis, who were gathered there. The entire showroom was booked for us; after all, I do have a jewelry business.

All the younger ones rushed to her.

"Hi, Diii," Sanj greeted.

"Hi, Bhabhi," Yuvi added.

"Why did you take so long?" Tanmay asked, and she stayed quiet.

Maa stepped in, "Let your Bhabhi sit down first. You can ask your questions later." She led her to a seat beside me. We nodded at each other and started looking for rings. I sensed her disinterest and asked, "How's your injury now?"

"Better," she replied with a plastered smile, glancing at the jewelry.

"Which one do you like?" I asked.

"Whichever you prefer," she said with a faint smile. I turned to her and insisted, "Come on, tell me which one you like."

Hesitantly, she admitted, "I've never bought jewelry before, so I have no idea." I was shocked. How could someone never have bought jewelry?

"Really? You've never bought jewelry for yourself?" I asked, bewildered.

"No, I've never bought gold jewelry. Any local pieces I bought, Sanj picked them for me," she explained. It finally made sense why she wasn't interested.

"Oh, okay... How about this one?" I asked, showing her a ring. She nodded hesitantly, but I could tell she didn't like it. I decided to get her to voice her opinion. "Maa, we think this one..." I started, but she cut me off.

" Wait ," she said hesitantly.

"Yes?" I responded.

"Isn't this a bit old-fashioned?" she asked, and I smiled.

"Alright, let's look at another one," I said, and she nodded. I showed her a few more options, but she shook her head each time.

"How about that one?" she finally asked, pointing to a pair of rings. I asked the salesperson to bring them over. They were beautiful, and most importantly, she liked them.

Raising her eyebrows questioningly, she asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Take our measurements and prepare them accordingly," I instructed the salesperson, gesturing for him to proceed.

"Shouldn't you at least ask your family?" she said nervously.

"Ms. Rajvanshi, it's our marriage, not theirs. We need to decide, not them," I assured her. She nodded and went to join her sister.

Everyone was shopping for themselves and for Shivnya. Barley stayed close to her, helping her with the jewelry, possibly because she was sick and had a cut on her left arm. We bought everything we needed and then left for our respective places.

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"Papaji, is Shivnya coming for shopping today?" Kamini asked Viren.

"Call Aayansh and tell him to bring her along," Viren replied. Kamini called Aayansh, instructing him to come home with Shivnya. When Aayansh arrived, Viren asked about her.

"She's not at home, not in the office, and Barley is missing too. Her phone is also switched off," Aayansh said with concern.

"Does Rishi know anything?" Viren asked. Aayansh shook his head, having already spoken with him.

Viren called Raghuveer, Moksh, and Aaditya home. Raghuveer asked, "What happened, Viren?"

"SHIVNYA IS MISSING" Viren said, his voice filled with worry.

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Ran from marriage???

Or that man has kidnapped??

Or she found out the man????

But who is the man???

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