Amrita's POV
"Aah!!" I winced as Bhabhi tied my blouse knot too tightly. I sighed while Daye Ma and Bhabhi Ma drowned themselves in endless scolding and lecturing me about this and that, bla bla!
"You know, Daye Ma! She even dared to question Abhiraj Sa!!" Bhabhi said dramatically, making Daye Ma's eyes widen.
"Are you mad? Why would you do this? He literally saved your life!!" Daye Ma scolded.
Her words only fueled my anger.
"Saved me? Ha!! He just stole my shine! I saved that woman! And I won't leave Vihaan Bhaisa for this he's telling you all as if Abhiraj is some kind of hero!" I shot back, standing from the chair and facing them both. "And also, why are you even taking his name with so much respect?!"
Bhabhi opened her mouth to reply, but a voice cut in.
"We respect him because he is the Kunwar of Rajgad. He is Abhiraj Singh Rajput."
Ranveer Bhaisa entered the room, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was firm as he walked closer.
"Daye Ma, Sonakshi, don't you both think you should be downstairs with the guests? Vihaan is performing the pooja, and he needs help."
"Aah, yes, we were just coming. But first, let us get her ready—" Daye Ma began.
"She's not a child anymore. She can get herself ready," Ranveer interrupted.
Quietly, Daye Ma and Bhabhi left the room, leaving me glaring at my brother.
"Jealous that Bhabhi gives me more attention?" I folded my arms.
He shook his head in disappointment. "I want you to go and apologize to Abhiraj. And give this to him."
He handed me an off-white kurta.
He would look better in a dark color, I thought. Then I mentally slapped myself. What?! Stop it, Amrita!
"No, I won't!" I snapped.
"You will. He's my best friend and my business partner. You really disappointed me today," Ranveer bhai said firmly.
I refused to move, but then he grabbed my hand, pulled me out of the room, and pointed towards the guest room on the third floor. His stern look was enough. I didn't want to hurt him, so I reluctantly went.
As I walked, my thoughts drifted back to the moment he had grabbed Rakha, to the second when his eyes locked with mine. My heart still thudded at the memory.
What are you even thinking, Amrita? He's your enemy. He stole your shine, I scolded myself.
Lost in thought, I reached the guest room. I knocked once. No reply. I knocked twice. Still silence. Irritated, I banged the door.
Usually, I'm calm and composed... but whenever it comes to him, something inside me burns. I don't know why, but the mere thought of Abhiraj Singh Rajput makes my anger rise.
"Wait for a few moments!" his deep voice came from inside.
I exhaled, biting my lip. I knew well enough what that meant—he was probably not in a very decent state. Yet, a part of me wanted to barge in. I smirked, ready to do it, but then his voice called, "Come in!"
Disappointment tinged my face, but I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me.
As soon as I turned around, my hazel orbs once again met his grey ones. He was standing near the dressing table shirtless. For a second, my eyes betrayed me, lingering where they shouldn't. His tall frame, the toned muscles, the white pajama, and the genou draped across his body—everything about him screamed power and danger.
I quickly straightened my expression, pretending it didn't affect me. But from the way his gaze sharpened ever so slightly, I knew he had noticed.
"Does the great Shekhawat family lack servants in their mansion?" he asked calmly, turning to face me.
"No. It's just that some people in my family believe that you, Kuwarsa, deserve special treatment," I replied, stepping closer.
His eyes scanned me slowly, and I scoffed, The room felt hotter. Our gazes locked, both of us daring not to look away.
Abhiraj's POV
Ranveer had brought me here because of the bloodstain on my kurta.
"You wait here. I'll send a fresh one," he had said.
I nodded. "Also, Vihaan told me everything. Thank you," he added, his voice low.
"What?" I teased.
"Thank you," he repeated with an eye-roll.
I chuckled. Then his eyes darkened. "Just let this pooja get over. I swear I'll bury that man alive."
I looked at him calmly. "Good. You must bury him alive. But what about your sister?"
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Can you keep ignoring her?" I pressed.
He sighed. "What can I do about Amrita? She's just a child."
I raised my brows. "You call a 21-year-old a child?"
"Listen... I know she misbehaved, but she isn't really like this. She's mature, just short-tempered. She got angry because you took her shine," he said, defending her.
"Oh, then she must also be responsible."
"She is," Ranveer admitted.
"Good. Then she should apologize to me," I smirked.
He sighed again. "I know my love has spoiled her a bit. She's actually good. You know, Daye Ma keeps saying I should find a match for her—nonsense! She'd never agree."
"Get her married," I said seriously. "Daye Ma is right. She's at the perfect age. She should agree to you—after all, you are her guardian."
Ranveer nodded reluctantly and left the room. I knew he would take my advice seriously. In truth, she should have been married at 18. Unlike us, bound by child marriages. This wild kitten needed a leash.
I shrugged off the thought, removed my stained kurta, and went to wash up.
(Author: If only he knew that his advice would make him the victim!)
After cleaning myself, I heard a knock. Then another, harder. I sighed. "Wait a few moments!"
I was sure it wasn't a servant. I stood before the mirror, bare-chested, and finally said, "Come in."
The door opened. The wild kitten herself stepped in.
Her hazel eyes locked onto mine. That blush didn't escape me.
"Does the great Shekhawat family lack servants in their mansion?" I asked evenly.
She took a few steps forward. "No. It's just that some people in my family believe that you, Kuwarsa, deserve special treatment."
This time, I looked at her properly. She wore a green lehenga. She was beautiful. Too beautiful.
But instead of saying that, I sighed. I remembered Swarna—how she had once fainted at seeing me like this. And yet, here Amrita stood, bold and unflinching.
"Listen, girl—"
"Amrita!" she cut in, eyes fierce. "My name is Amrita. Stop calling me girl."
I scoffed. "Why are you here?"
She extended the kurta. I took it.
"Anything else?" I asked.
She stepped closer. For a moment, my heartbeat stumbled.
"Bhaisa told me I should apologize to you," she said softly.
"So? Will you?" I smirked.
"No." She smiled instead, innocently said "Instead... thank you, for saving me."
I froze for a second, then nodded.
But before the moment could settle, the door burst open—revealing Sonakshi, Raj, and my mother!!
Oh no !! i thought , as i knew every possible thing which is coming in my mothers mind .
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