Author's POV:
Veer sat in his expansive office, the evening sun casting warm hues through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Akshara, the girl who had captivated him so deeply. The image of her smile, her graceful movements, replayed in his thoughts like a constant refrain.
"I met my Jaan for the first time," he murmured to himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "And I can't wait for her to be mine. Soon, baby, soon you will be in your Veer's arms."
Despite the weight of responsibilities as CEO of Singhaniya Empires, his thoughts kept drifting back to Akshara. He imagined their first meeting vividly, how he would approach her with charm and respect, hoping to win her over.
A gentle buzz from his desk interrupted his reverie. It was his investigator, the bearer of news about Akshara. Veer's heart quickened with anticipation as he answered the call. "Yes?" he said eagerly.
"Sir, I've sent someone with Akshara's file," came the response on the other end of the line.
Moments later, a discreet knock on the door heralded the arrival of the file. Veer's fingers trembled slightly as he opened it, revealing Akshara's photograph. There she was, smiling innocently at the camera, her eyes reflecting a kind of purity that both intrigued and mesmerized him.
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Name: Akshara
Age: 22years
Parents: she is an orphan lives in Mishra family.
Qualification: studies in Singhaniya university doing MBA course.
Hobbies: loves dancing.
Nature: Shy and introvert.
Best friend: Shyra
Relationship status: Not known.
Mobile No: 9987xxxxxx
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He studied the file intently, absorbing every detail about her—her background, her interests, her aspirations. Each piece of information only deepened his fascination with her. He couldn't deny the rush of excitement and determination coursing through him.
Veer's frustration simmered as he poured over Akshara's file, his thoughts consumed by her. The revelation that she was an orphan stirred a mixture of empathy and curiosity about her background.
"An orphan," he muttered to himself, his brow furrowing. "And who are these Mishras? I need to find out more about them."
His irritation deepened as he noted the absence of any information regarding Akshara's relationship status. "Why is there no mention of her personal life?" Veer questioned aloud, his voice tinged with annoyance. "How am I supposed to know if she has someone special?" Even if she has someone, I will kill that person. Akshara is mine. "Junoon hai meri woh, aur usse paane ke khatir ; main kisi bhi hadd Tak guzar sakta hu. Chahe mujhe uske liye akshara ke saamne villain banne ki zarurat padi fir bhi"
AKSHU POV:
I'm finishing the household chores before my aunt comes downstairs. Speak of the devil, and she appears. My aunt entered.
"Girl, have you made breakfast yet?", chachiji asked as she approached the kitchen. Thankfully, I had already prepared the meal. "Yes, chachiji. Should I serve it?" "Yes, and bring a cup of green tea for my darling daughter," she commanded. I silently complied, served the breakfast, and began making the green tea.
I entered Preeti's room, and she was sound asleep. I placed the tea on the bedside table and gently tried to wake her. "Umm... Preeti, your tea is ready. It's on the bedside table." She woke up with annoyance and hurled me out of her room yelling, "Get out of my room, Gawar."
When I was going downstairs, I felt a strong pull and suddenly found myself pressed against the wall. Fear engulfed me, knowing very well who it can be. Tears formed in my eyes, and before I could scream for help that person kept his palm on my mouth to muffle my cries. And that disgusting person was none other than Rohan, chacha -chachiji's son.
[Neech, leechad]
"Babydoll, come to my room we will have some fun", his disgusting face was so close to me, that I wanted to throw up everything that I ate last night on his face. I hate him so much and I tried so many times to tell his parents about his ill behavior, instead of teaching him some manners, they blamed me for something I haven't done.
"No, please. Leave me. I will shout", I warned him but that enraged me. In response, he caught hold of my hairs in his fist. "Listen, Bitch I am asking very nicely", he spat venomously. The more I was struggling, the more he was tightening his hold. My scalp was burning, and my cheeks were stained with hot tears. So, I started recalling my Madhav (Lord Krishna), "Hey Govind, meri raksha kare.". His hold got loosen, when he heard chachaji yelling his name, and he left me there not before throwing a dirty glare towards me.
[Hey, lord krishna please save me.]
I quickly rushed into the bathroom, desperate to rid myself of his touch, scrubbing until my skin felt raw. Tears flowed freely as I tried to compose myself, eventually heading to college on an empty stomach.
Enduring through all my lectures, I finally left the classroom when suddenly, I was forcefully pulled into a darkened room. Panic surged as I struggled to adjust to the darkness, then his voice, so familiar yet chilling, cut through the silence.
"Missed me, little birdie," his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, and there he stood, imposing and handsome as ever. "Y-you??" I stammered, fear and confusion gripping me.
"You recognize me. Good. Because I'm going to be your husband," he declared confidently, silencing me with a finger on my lips. His touch sent a strange sensation through me, leaving me bewildered. "What... what are you saying, Mr. Singhaniya..." I began, but he interrupted firmly. "Don't call me that," he said softly, his eyes locking onto mine intensely. "Call me Veer."
"M-Mr. Singhaniya, I can't..." I protested weakly, my anxiety growing. "Sweetheart, this is the last time I'm asking you," he said calmly, yet his words carried an underlying threat. "Do as I say, okay?"
Feeling trapped and fearing his temper, I reluctantly whispered, "V-Veer," unsure of what else to say. "Say that again," Veer demanded, our eyes meeting for the first time at such proximity. His gaze held something I couldn't quite decipher. "Veer," I repeated, feeling a strange pull that unsettled me. "But..."
"Sweetheart, give me your phone," he cut me off abruptly, his tone changing suddenly. "Why?" I asked nervously, my hands trembling. "I don't even know you." Veer's smirk grew devilish. "That's exactly why I want your phone. Now!" His sudden outburst made me flinch in fear.
I hurriedly fetched my phone from my bag and handed it over to him. Veer swiftly dialed his number and exchanged numbers with me. "Little Birdie," Veer's voice softened, our faces uncomfortably close. "Little Birdie, whenever I call you, pick like a good girl you are...Hmmm? Am I clear", He said with so much intenseness our faces so close to each other; that even one of us will move an inch we will do something unbelievable.
[Author be like: That's what I want 😏].
I nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and a strange flutter in my chest. Despite my fear and confusion, I couldn't deny the effect Veer had on me. As I looked into his eyes, I sensed an intensity that both intrigued and frightened me, uncertain of what lay ahead now that I was entangled with Veer Singhaniya.
"But why do you want to talk to me?", I again asked, not understanding his actions. "Listen, very carefully for the last time, I Love you Sweetheart and I want you to be mine.", he said all shocking me to the core. I denied furiously with my head. Chacha - chachi will kill me if they hear this. No, No I can't let this happen. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I relived the moment he had lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his unwavering gaze. "You are mine, whether you like it or not. You can't run from me now," he had insisted, his voice filled with a possessiveness that chilled me to the bone. It wasn't just his words; it was the way he said them, as if I had no choice in the matter.
The tears spilled down my cheeks uncontrollably. When he offered to drop me home, panic surged through me. I couldn't let him know where I lived. I lied, telling him we could talk later that night. Hurriedly, I made my way to the bus stop, feeling a sense of unease, as though I was being followed, but I dismissed the thought.
Finally reaching my home—a humble outhouse—a single room where I lived, I changed quickly and noticed my phone on the study table. My hands shook as I picked it up and saw his number. Without a second thought, I blocked him. I couldn't bear to see or speak to him again.
Inside, I busied myself with chores, trying to distract myself from the turmoil within. I made dinner and took some for myself, trying to find solace in routine. As evening fell, I returned to my home and found a rose with a letter at my doorstep.
Scanning the area nervously, I saw no one around. Trembling, I picked up the rose and hurried inside. Sitting on my bed, I opened the letter with trembling hands. Shock coursed through me as I read the words written inside.
The Letter:
I knew instantly who it was, and regret flooded me for not giving him a piece of my mind like Shayra would. "Otherwise, I would have showered him with curses," I muttered to myself, frustrated. I searched for my phone and hesitantly unblocked him. Almost immediately, his message popped up: "Good that you understood, but you still deserve punishment. I'll come to your place tonight."
My heart sank. Why did he want to come here? The mere thought of him showing up uninvited filled me with dread. What if someone saw him? My relatives would never let me live it down. Panic surged through me, leaving me paralyzed with fear. Maybe he was just trying to scare me, I thought, trying to reassure myself, but deep down, I was terrified.
Later that night, the knock on the door sent a jolt of anxiety through me. I stood there, trembling, unable to bring myself to open it. Then came his voice, commanding and intimidating, "Love, open the fucking door before I break it." His words pierced the silence, leaving me no choice but to obey.
I swung the door open hesitantly, and there he stood in a hoodie and black joggers. Despite everything, he looked undeniably attractive, which only added to my confusion and frustration. "Shiv Shiv stopp akshu why are you behaving like a creep, when he is the one," my subconscious mocked me bitterly, reminding me of my conflicted feelings.
Taking a deep breath, I composed myself as he entered without invitation. I closed the door behind him, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension. His presence filled the room, thick with tension and unspoken words. I struggled to maintain my composure, unsure of what would happen next.
As we faced each other in the dimly lit room, I couldn't ignore the complicated emotions swirling within me. Fear still lingered, but so did an inexplicable pull towards him. His gaze held mine with a mixture of intensity and something softer underneath.
He surveyed the room; my embarrassment was palpable due to its poor state. The walls were peeling, the bed threadbare, and a solitary chair and table stood as the sole furnishings. Perhaps he pitied me, but I desired no such sentiment. My gaze avoided his. Approaching me, he inquired, "You live here?" "Yes," I managed, holding back tears.
"Okay, Sweetheart, I'm here to extend an invitation to the Lohri party at OUR house," he said, his eyes softening with concern. Perhaps it was my imagination. Dismissing the thought, I replied, "Sorry, I can't come." The idea of entering a stranger's home was daunting. "Akshu, listen, you're coming, no arguments. I'll let it slide this time, but next time, I won't warn you before I punish," he declared. "What punishment?" I stammered.
"Do you really want to know, sweetheart?" he asked, stepping closer. I remained still, and when he was just a finger's distance away, he wrapped me in a bear hug and kissed my forehead. I struggled, but his grip was firm. Tears streamed down my face because his embrace was overwhelming, and I despised it.
He released me and wiped away my tears. Then, unexpectedly, he handed me a bag. I looked at him quizzically. He chuckled and said, "This is my gift to you. I know you'll look stunning in anything, but I want to see you in the dress I've chosen for you. And don't defy me, okay?"
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"Bye, Sweetheart," Veer murmured, brushing a kiss on her cheek. As he pulled away, he caught a glimpse of surprise and perhaps something more in her eyes, a mixture of emotions that mirrored his own inner turmoil. "Shiv Shiv," she muttered to herself, and he couldn't help but smile at her reaction.
He left her standing there, rubbing her cheek where his kiss had landed. Her scent lingered in the air as he walked away, a gentle reminder of her presence that he couldn't shake off.
Later, in the solitude of her room, Akshu opened the bag that was given Veer. Inside was a beautiful pink Patiala suit, its fabric shimmering softly under the room's dim light. She hesitated, her fingers tracing the delicate embroidery, feeling conflicted about accepting such an extravagant gift.
"It looks so expensive," she whispered to herself, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty. "I can't wear it. I'll return it to him tomorrow."
Just then, her phone buzzed with a message, breaking her reverie. She read the words carefully, her heart skipping a beat at the underlying warning in his tone. "Sweetheart, don't try to do something which can increase my anger. And my anger will be very bad for you. I'll pick you tomorrow by 7 pm. Okay, Goodnight, Love."
She glanced around her room nervously, a fleeting thought crossing her mind about whether he was watching her somehow. Shrugging off the paranoia, she pushed the unsettling thought aside and decided to try and get some sleep, hoping for clarity in the morning.
As Akshu lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't shake off the mix of emotions coursing through her. His unexpected visit, the gift, and now his message had left her feeling both bewildered and oddly intrigued. "Only Kanhaji knows what will happen tomorrow," she murmured to herself with a sigh, resigning herself to the uncertainty of the future.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts, her mind drifting back to the warmth of his embrace and the unexpected tenderness in his actions. Despite her reservations, there was a part of her that couldn't deny the pull he had on her, a connection that seemed to defy logic.
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