The night draped the city in the shadows, concealing its secrets like a blanket. The air hummed with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant wail of sirens. In the heart of the Rajasthan, a dimly lit alley held the gateway to a clandestine world.
Silhouetted against the glow of a flickering neon sign, a figure emerged from the darkness.
As person approached a nondescript door, he rapped a precise pattern. The door creaked open, revealing a hidden passage that led to an exclusive club, a haven for those who thrived in the shadows.
Within, the ambiance whispered of unspoken alliances and veiled loyalties. The dimly lit room was adorned with opulence that masked the darker dealings transpiring within its walls. The air crackled with hushed conversations, and the occasional clink of glasses underscored the clandestine nature of the gathering.
In a corner booth, a woman with an air of mystery sat, her eyes concealed behind sunglasses even in the dim light. Known only as "The Vipers," she held court with an aura that hinted at a story untold.
As that person approached, a subtle tension danced in the air—a palpable energy that hinted at plots and unspoken power struggles. The Viper acknowledged him with a nod, and in that silent exchange, a myriad of unanswered questions lingered.
In the city's underbelly, where alliances were fragile and betrayals were inevitable, the mystery unfolded—a tapestry of intrigue, crime, and the indomitable pulse of the unseen world. The night was a canvas, and within its depths, the vipers awaited unraveling.
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In the dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with tension, Adhiraj Singh Ranawat, a man whose name carries weight in the whole city. Whose mere mention can instill fear in someone was sitting on this throne like a chair watching as his guards executed a strategic maneuver against their enemies. The clash of gunfire echoed through the cavernous space, punctuating the silence that enveloped his presence.
His tailored suit, darker than the night itself, hinted at a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear. Adhiraj's piercing gaze, framed by sharp features, surveyed the whole scene with an air of familiarity. This wasn't merely a warehouse; it was a portal to the secrets that pulsed beneath the city's facade.
As the last enemy crumpled to the ground, Adhiraj's second-in-command, Raghav, approached with a hushed urgency."Boss," Raghav spoke in a hushed tone, his voice carrying the weight of a man. The tone is a blend of respect and wariness.
"The message has been delivered. The enemy won't be crossing our paths again."
Adhiraj nodded, the gravity of the moment settling on his shoulders. "Good. Send a clear message—they don't underestimate the Ranawat ever again." His words, concise and authoritative, lingered in the air.
Raghav inclined his head, acknowledging the unspoken directive. However, a moment of hesitation passed between them, a tension beneath the surface. Raghav seized the opportunity to breach a topic that lay beyond the realm of their typical conversations.
"There's something else, boss," Raghav began, choosing his words carefully. "The arrangements for your wedding... they're in place. It's time."
The mention of the impending wedding seemed to momentarily break the icy wall that Adhiraj meticulously maintained. His eyes, usually impenetrable, betrayed a flicker of something more—a vulnerability that lingered in the depths of his gaze.
"Raghav," Adhiraj responded, his voice softer now, "remind them that loyalty to the Ranawat family extends beyond the business." The rare glimpse into Adhiraj's personal life seemed to echo through the warehouse—a revelation of a man grappling with the duality of his existence.
Raghav, recognizing the significance of the moment, nodded. "Of course, boss. Your legacy is paramount."
As Raghab retreated to convey the message, Adhiraj lingered in the aftermath of conflict. The warehouse, once a battleground, now stood as a testament to the power he commanded.
Stepping out into the night, Adhiraj's path led him away from the echoes of violence, towards a future where the complexities of his secret existence would be further unveiled—a journey that would unravel the layers of the mystery that was Adhiraj Singh Ranawat.
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I just finished taking a bath and was in my room getting ready for the wedding. When I heard a noise. The quietness of the room was distributed by the persistent presence of Shivani, a woman who harbored an unsettling obsession with him.
She was the daughter of Adhiraj father's best friend. Whenever Mr. Mahesh Khurana visits her daughter, always tags along with him.
The air was thick with the scent of luxury and danger as he adjusted his Shervani, an emblem of authority.
Shivani, fueled by a misguided desire, entered the room, her eyes fixated on Adhiraj. She moved with calculated precision, a predator attempting to breach the sanctity of his personal space. Adhiraj, however, remained oblivious to her presence.
Her attempts to get closer went unnoticed until she tried to touch Adhiraj, he saw her movement in the mirror, turned to face her.
"You are looking quite handsome". She said looking in his eyes.
"Shivani, how many times I have to tell you that this behaviour of yours is not good. If you try to touch me again I will kill you" Adhiraj said jerking her hands and again turned towards the mirror to get ready.
"Adhiraj, we could have it all. You and I, a powerful alliance. tum mujhse shaadi krlo, mere pass paise bhi hai aur mei sundr bhi hu. Hukum ke saath achi jodi dikhegi humari”. Shivani laughed
Adhiraj's expression hardened, his loyalty to his soon to be wife unwavering.
"Paglo wali baatein mt kro Shivani. My loyalty lies with my wife. There's no room for betrayal"
(Shivani don't talk crazy.)
Kyu?” she asked coming behind me.
(Why)
I looked in her eyes from the mirror. “Because you are a woman of no importance or brains, you are ready to sleep with anyone with money, you can be a good fuck but never a good wife and most importantly never the queen of my fucking kingdom.
"But I love you Adhiraj" she shouted.
Grabbing her throat with so much force I looked straight in her eyes. “Hukum, Adhiraj kehne ka haq meina kisi ko bhi nhi dia, tum jaisi ko toh bilkul bhi nhi.
(Hukum, I have not given anyone the right to call me Adhiraj, certainly not to someone like you.)
Retreating my hands" leave before I lose my control".
“Jiske lia tum mujhe bhi chordhne ke lia taiyaar ho uska naam kya hai?” she asked
(What is the name of the person for whom you are ready to leave me.)
“Myra Shekhawat. Soon to be Myra Adhiraj Singh Ranawat”
Hearing her cry, I smiled and shut the door
Myra Shekhawat, I don’t know anything significant about her other than she is a surgeon, birthday on 7 January and most important she is allergic to strawberries. Anything else I don’t know. I have never seen her picture on any social media, not even Ranaji has shown her picture to me.
"Tumhe yaad bhi hai ki aaj tumhari shaadi hai, ya aapne kaam mei tum itna busy tha ki sb kuch bhul chuke ho” Papa, Abhijit Singh Ranawat the ex-king of Rajasthan asked coming in the room glowering at me.
(Do you even remember that today is your wedding, or were you so busy with that work that you have forgotten everything?)
“He was probably busy with his play toys to even think about anything”. Shourya grinned from the door.
“As a matter of fact, mujhe yaad hai ki aaj meri shaadi hai, aur rahi baat play toys ki toh woh meri guns hai smjha”.
(I remember today is my wedding and as for play toys they are my guns understood.)
Before I could even turn towards my closet to get ready for the wedding my mother came to me and slapped me, you know she slapped me Adhiraj Singh Ranawat who was feared and respected by everyone in the world was slapped by her mother.
“Maa…” I shouted.
(Mother)
“Don’t raise your voice at me. Tumhe bola tha ki tum Aaj toh kmse km time se aajana par tumhe kuch sunia deta hai, tum puri shaadi ke rituals mei yha nhi tha humne kuch nhi kha but apni shaadi ke din bhi tum busy ho”. My mother narrowed her eyes at causing Shaurya and Samaira to laugh.
(I told you, atleast today you come on time but you do you ever listen. In your whole wedding rituals you weren't here, but still at your wedding you are busy.)
“Yes maa, samjhao bhai sa ko. Apni shaadi ke din bhi koi aisa krta hai kya”. Shaurya said.
(Yes mother, explain it to brother. Does anyone do this on their wedding day?)
“Hume yha se chlna chaiye, usse taiyaar hone do waise bhi time bohot kaam hai”. Papa said.
(We should leave from here, let him get ready. there is little time left.)
Maa and papa walked out of the room not before maa twisting Shaurya’s ears.
“Apne bhai sa ki galti de rha hai aur joh tumhe bola tha ki woh time se ghr mei hona chahiye uska kya”?
(You are blaming your brother's mistake and what about you, i told you that he should be on time into the house?)
“Maa woh.. mein..”. Shaurya shuttered.
(Mother that.. i)
“Maa woh mt kr sb janti hu tum dono bhaiyo ka”. She added as they exited.
(Don't mother me. I know everything about you two brothers)
“Ab tum yha kyu khdi ho?” I asked Samaira.
(Why are you standing here ?)
“Bhai sa apki maddat krne ke lia”. I nodded and went into the closet to get ready.
(To help you brother)
Coming outside taking my wallet and wearing shoes. Samaira helped me wear the Rajasthani Pagri. These are worn to signify honor respect and pride.
“Bhai sa ek baat kahe apse?” she asked
(Brother should I ask you something?)
“bolo”
(Speak)
“Woh aap Bhabhi sa ke aane ke baad yeh sb late aand bnd kr dijiyega ghr mei. Maa ko toh waise hi nhi psnd apka late tk aana aur kya pta bhabhi maa ko bhi na pasand aaya.
(After sister in law comes you stop coming late at house. Mother doesn't like you coming late and what if sister in law also doesn't like it)
I just nodded. “Chaliya, sab intezaar kr rha honge apka”
(Let's go everyone must be waiting for you)
Although I am respected and feared by everyone but still you weren’t considered fit to rule until you had a wife. Without one, no matter what I did, it wasn’t enough.
I straightened my clothes and put my favorite gun in my pocket.
Opening the door, Maa stood waiting- correction, hovering. She looked me up and down before nodding in approval. Maa smiled, kissing on my both cheeks. Only she could be the one to get away after doing such things.
I started towards the entrance there stood my grandparents. I bowed down to touch their feet.
“kitna sundar dikh rha mera beta” Dadi said
(You are looking so handsome my son)
“Adhiraj, ek din tumhe pta chlega ki meina usse hi kyu tumhara lia chunaa”. He said while keeping a hand on my head.
(Adhiraj one day you will know why I have chosen her as your wife.)
Nodding I start walking towards the car. I am going to make this marriage work or die trying. From this day onwards she would be the only woman in my life.
It's time to finally see you Mrs. Myra Adhiraj Singh Ranawat.
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