VEERVARDHAN

We took our seats, at our respective crown. The thickness pulsed in the air, I don't know why today something a new feeling is engulfing my chest. I am feeling nervous if someone is watching me, my deeds and noticing me keenly and if I did something and next second I will be on floor. I know that's some how not possible. ITS VEERVARDHAN KHATRANSH WHO DOESNT GET NERVOUS FOR NO ONE.

[ a/n : Haan, wo bas Vrinda ke naam se dar lagta hai ]

The cherished and plump face of each individual I can glance, they were more than excited to view the QUEENS of vyomghad. And the announcement will be talking everyone's breath from their lungs. I personally don't know how morpakh's nature is. Maybe she is polite and sunshine freak?

And I hope she will be treating the subjects of vyomaghad with full due and respect, I don't want to repeat the past. The cries and heartbreak I grew up, I don't want my kids to have the same traumatized childhood.

I will make sure, they don't forlom them, just for a mere satisfaction with a mistress. Not again, no more haunts. You promised yourself that's it.

I was just 7 years old.

🖤

"Pitaji, darwaje kholiye, pitajii?" I kept screaming, but the response ended with moans and screeches. I kept slamming my hands at the door but he didn't open the door.

I sat down, embracing my knees. I was hungry mumma has slept and she isn't waking up? I tried to wake her up so much. And now when I am visiting her room she isn't there but, doctor said she needs to covered with white cloth, she is been fairy now.

I am not able to digest this, why she became a fairy? And why I can't meet her now? I asked so many question to pitaji he didn't answerd them but pushed me aside. And slammed at the door still he is inside from past 2 hours.

My cheeks went wet, as the tears descended off my cheeks glisering down my cheeks through throat. My heart is feeling heavy so heavy, I wish I could take out let him cry for how much time it wants. Atleast I won't be so cruel to him. What he did?? To get this? I dont know what to do? Doctor said my mataji is no more? Where she went I ask them, they answered softly caressing my cheeks "veer, now she is a fairy. You know na fairy meets you but you can't touch them? Cause she went to God"

The words of doctor, kept saying in loop. She is fairy she won't meet you, she went to God..  hearing this my tears glisten more. My cries turned to hoarse, I could barely breath because of such heavy heart, my tears glistening down my cheeks like no tomorrow. I want my mother back, I want to sleep on her lap. Please someone bring my mom. Please I am ready to give my life to you. You want gold? Money take everything but bring back my mother.

"Bhai--" I could here someone calling me. I don't want to face someone, please leave me or please bring my mom back please.

"Vardhan bhai--" I again heard but, a known hand kept on my shoulder. Tilted my head and saw 5yr Arjun with 3yrs of hridaye. My heart sank more as I looked at them. What should I answer them? Our mom is no more?? Fairies took them? And she will never come back??

"Bhai, mataji kaha hai?" Heavy biled form my throat, with my heart getting heavier by each passing second. My hold at tears tighten no more tears vardhan, you have two brothers behind you. Atleast you have to give them the best,not for you live for them.

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"Yuvraj Veervadhan ji?" From far enough I could here someone calling me, it was blur to my ears.

"Yuvraj--" my mind flashed near what things are going on, everything went blur for a second. It took me few seconds to realize where I am, between of pravesh dwar, with subject rounded us and waiting for muh dikhai. Again those shits. Taking a long breath coaxing myself, my heartbeat was racing as if it would pound out any second.

"Haan- hum kaha teh?" I questioned making myself comfortable.

(Where we were?)

"Ji, humari praja ke thode sawal hai muh dikhai se pehele" the anchor questioned me, my hand sired towards him to ask.

"Kya aap teen Yuvraj, aage Jake dusri ya teesri shaadi karenge? Kyuki--" I knew this, the most viral questioned, after announcing the sudden marriage thing. This gossip viral and reached my ears. I couldn't help myself by ignoring this they were stating fact. They were too scared of the wrath in the past.

(Will you three Yuvraj, will have 2nd or 3rd marriage?)

I left a long breath, "Ji nahi, hum dusri shaadi" roamed my eyes through subjects, the scarcity I saw that peirce me, everything was visible in their eyes. They didn't want that time back of craving for food and water desperately.

"HUM dusri shaadi nahi karenge, hum apni pehele biwi se beintehaan mohabat karte hai, aur unse hi karenge humari sasse kyu khatam nah hojaye" flowed with the emotions and I stated the truth. However the marriage was forced and the agreement between us is the major hurdle between us. But I respect that, I won't cheat on her or will have another fling.

If she wants divorce, I will happily signed then. But won't have flings or cheating. Cause cheating is a choice not an option.

What's her reaction? What morpakh would be thinking of me? After I realize what words crept out from my mouth.

I never cared about someone's opinion, never someone's presence matter to me. I always suited to be alone, no one deserves a person like me who killed---.

But--I didn't wanted to admit this ,deep down yesterday I noticed my habits changed after just

her. Staying in my chamber was never my habit or that made me craved. Staying in my chamber, made me stay up all night with haunts. I never slept for more that 3 hours.

I thought Staying busy is a better option, then having haunted nightmares. I never gave myself enough time, I had dozens of responsibilities lagging on my shoulder. To know myself more I gave that time to my subjects. For the betterment of vyomaghad.

But all this things grounded by a single mere forced marriage. The day I saw her on red lehanga she carved her name in my each passing breath I take. Not her beauty made me rethink if my heartbeat stopped for a second or I was even breathing.

The previous night before yesterday, she slept before me. My ego did raised I wanted to screw her away from my bed, but something stopped me in my chest amd I massaged her feets.

She is my queen. If I didn't treated her like a queen then the subjects will think her as mistress. And the past will taken as future in the subjects mind.

I slept for more than 7 hours that day, The room fragrant different it wasn't the usual fragrance. It was fragrance of mint and cherry. That swelled my heart and made me sleep in peace. For the first time my sleep got complete.

Before she could woke up, I got ready and got back on my scheduled work. Whole day my mind roamed to get back into my room. Where I would let the same mint and chery fragrance fill my lungs.

Honestly, it's been 3 days her presence is affecting me. But I know my limitations it's just a contract. She will get divorce, and start her own leaving. But I will cherish her always. I will stay single no matter what.

The day my mom died I promised myself I will marry only one women of my life and cherished till my last breath, if she wants to love someone she can leave me but cheating can't be forgiven, then I will make sure each blood strains of his body to make him drank, and chopped him amd serve to animals.

"Yuvraj, Ye sunken hum sabhi ko accha laga. Toh  agla prashn ye Hai, ki kya raniya bethegi sighasan mein?" The anchor asked

"Ji zaroor bethege wo, Vyomaghad ki Maharani banege wo" the loud grasp I heard, the bickering started between them, as I answered. This wasn't a ritual only kings used used to sit and kingdoms worked.

At this place of crown, jitna haq humara hai itna haw humari biwi ka hoga. This is what equality says. I respect women untill they disrespected my kingdom.

"Shaant, hum kuch kehena chhate hai" the pin drop silence, everyone breath hitched at my one statement. Keeping my right hand at my things and the right on handle.

"Humein gyat hai, ye paramapara nahi hai, par aaj se yani abhi se hi. Jitna haq humara hai sihasan par utna haq humari biwi ka hai"

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V R I N D A



I just want to stamp my head on the wall, what I heard is that true?? Like fucking true? Is this the same man I met on the first day? Who hetch my hairs and make me scremed all down the way and bhenchod and talking about the ethics and equality??

Sale dhogle log hai, double faced chutiya.

Like literarly I haven't met any man till now, who can be this much bipolar, like arghh I couldn't digest his each word spelled from his mouth. Wo bolte hai na, Hawa mein tir marahe hai, gyani veervardhan baba.

All the subjects maybe colorblind, but I ain't colourless or odourless. Crocodile and monkey's tale you remember? How crocodile showed his real face and was planning to eat monkey when he landed on the land faraway from his tree? The same way I am his prey and he will eat me.

He doesn't know the monkey's are evolved now and crocodile have lost his fake tears and now they are taken back with fake faces.

Huh, whatever, my eyes aren't fix at his great god features like his trim beard and the masculine scent I got at our marriage night.

My lungs never reacted in any such way, untill I smelled his masculine scent, when he came out of the washroom amd glance at me. Ofcs I was fakinga my sleep. I woke up before him but when I heard his steps coming I flashed my eyes shut.

After his bath, I went inside even maids had ask me they can help me too take bath. But for me it's a lilttle weird to let other maids touch my body so soon. But but but I can't deny the deadly fragrance. I can't name the scent but it was so masculine mix with the buffled hot water fog and that made my bathing experience.... uk

My body went relax in the huge bathtub I found inside. Warm yet filled with his scent. I can't deny this his scent didn't made me feel insecure or yuck. It was repleasent.

"Vrindaaa-- bc kya soch ri?" Dhaara's voice made my brain shuffled out of delusion of my own overthinking mind.

"Wo- nothing kya hua?" I enquired.

"Burahe hai teko" my eyes went wide at

"Hai!? Kya?, mereko kyu?" My voice went aloud and everyones attention sifted towards me.yes even him and his subjects. Ohh God? Why I invite promblems every now and then??

I could view him, but blur cause of the net pleasance between us and the veil which is too long. I narrowed my eyebrows while scruching my eyes, if I am not wrong is that vardhan coming towards me? And why? Or it's again my delusion brain?

Someone's long fingers wrapped around my wrist, making me aware of definetly sonething is up. But these fingers didnt sent an alarming sign the net flewed in the air, in the Hollywood style, the red net chuni flew over our head. Making me grasp at his hot physic back. Hmm umm hot back with broad shoulders.

The bulb of brain, brighten. No one dares to touch me infront of his subjects except him.

Before I could think of anything, he pulled me by my wrist. Thankful to God being an girti padti ladki jo Har dusri jagah andho ke jaisi gir jati hai, not faithfully my body slammed against his raw chest , making my chest flewed higher and higher.

His scent, filling my lungs as if, it is meant to breath his scent, if I didn't breath I could die any second. His blur face through my net, his sharp eyes making me drawn in the darkness of the charcoal black. The eye-contact stayed and the time seemed slow. I allowed myself to drown in the darkness of charcoal, his eyes making an erotic yet calm heartbeat through in out of my lungs. I breath the darkness how insufferable it was for him-- I don't know what was that but-

Still, I was painfully aware of how close we were. I still lay beneath his arm snaked around my waist. I could feel his heartbeat fast erotic, completely at odds unlike his low scrowl. Our breaths mingled in the tiny distance between our faces.

Considering the tightness in my chest, I hadn't thought I was breathing at all.

His fingers rubbed against my bare waist, the hum of electricity transformed into the bolt of lighting thunderstorm yet enough of me to feeling from the strand of my hair to the tips of my toes.

I should've stabd straight. I needed to stand straight. But something so reassuring is making me think to stay under his warmth. His scent again feeling my lungs warm like cosy in the winter yet safe.

"Vrinda" he softly wispered. I didn't knew my name would sound so warm yet make me feel home from his mouth.

"Yeah" the word struct in my throat as my feelings started ping pong against my heart. And all could I understand was it came out wrong. Raspy as if i was longing for his embrace and never wanna leave that but yeah paryailly it was true but---not at all like my taunts.

"Morpakh, hum sif aapke hi hai, aur hamsha hi aapke rahege" his again low scrowl. I know he was taunting with his scrowl under breath.

But still the hell his slow husky voice, made my heart skip a beat and I fekt my nipples hard again.

"Ahm ahm" our attention drifted and I stood straight. As we heard times of wispers through my ears, not only this everyone was chuckling looking at our misery.

"Sab aapki galti hai" I wispered to him, I am all new and what he did was totally wrong. To pull my wrist and my foot slipped.

"Haan aapka pair fisla, humne pakda aur humari galti? Jaisa aap kahe humari maharani" arghhh MEERA, I need her right now. She will prescribe some meds cause my heart is beating so fast with the nervousness getting on my nerves.

"Ji yuvraj, aapki khatti meethi baate ho chuki ho toh hum aage ke prashno se prasthan kare?" This is alot more embarrassing. All his subjects might be thinking we are in love for ages.

"Ji-ji" omgg omgg, vardhan slammed at his response. With the curve of my eye I glance at him. And he BLUSHEDD. FUCKING VARDHAN BLUSHED AND YET CHUCKLED. And those rythums again pulsed like a loop in my ears

[ a/n : Please someone play chori chori chucked chupke]

"Jaise aapne kaha aap, purush aur stree ko same haq dena chahoge, iska Matlab ye Hai Maharani ji ko bhi padha likhna aata hai ya abh se skhika ko pehele pradhan dena chahege?" My reaction was "o" seriously? Like is this a question?? Assholes ladies should know how to learn and write dumasses.

[ a/n : sorry mujhe itna aacha Hindi nahi aata shudh toh bilkul nahi try mara hai maaf karna ya ignore ]

"Ji, mein uska answer dena chahugi" I took a deep hault and everyones attention drifted at me.

"Mujhe padhna aata hai. Sif padhna hi nahi mein likh sakti hu padha sakti hu" cause I am fucking from 21st ce. I wanted to shout this and wanted to say out. Stop criticizing women nowadays.

"Yuvraj aap kya--" before the anchor completed his sentence.

His hand swarm against my shoulder, protectively. ( delusion mein ji rahi hu).

"Ji Haan, hum apni Vrinda ji, ko humdha Har ek cheez mein saath denge"