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Vardaan putted on his mask after parking the car in parking lot of a nearby restaurant. The manager's eyes widened, who was on call. And he quickly went inside to arrange for his welcome. Yashshwi took her phone and was about to get up, just then, she felt her kurti sleeve pulled. She frowned and looked back, her sleeve was stuck in his watch. Agh. Why always she? She thought and gulped hard glancing at him, who was still unaware, putting on his mask. And Barking orders in his phone, his hands moved in expert, controlled, and precise mode, on the mobile screen.

She gulped silently finding him suddenly hot. She silently tried to pull out her sleeve, but it all went in vain. Just then, an idea struck in her small Brain. She silently picked her phone and clicked picture of his side profile, looking focused, calm and way too much handsome. For her. She bited her lower lip and clicked picture of her sleeve and watch tangled. Resting on armlet. "Delete it" his voice came. Cold and harsh, making her jump.

"W..what?" She mumbled. "Delete the picture of man you clicked" he growled. His eyes red. Angry. She gulped hard and picked her phone opening the gallery quickly. And pressed to select the picture to delete it. He glanced at her phone but froze. It was not other man. It was him. He swallowed hard slightly. "Wait" he commanded. She stopped quickly. "H..huh?" She slowly glanced at him.

"You were clicking MY picture?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "Y..yeah" she slowly mumbled turning pink in embarrassment. The reason he got angry was, when she was clicking picture of him, the angle of camera was opposite side, and when he glanced there, there was a man in black suit was standing. Probably a mere guard of restaurant. Which he took it as misunderstanding. And got hella angry. Why? He doesn’t know.

"Then don't" he said slowly making her blink in surprise. "Huh?" She asked with questioned look, clearly confused by his strange change in behaviour. "Nothing" he said and untangled her sleeve from his watch harshly before opening door and stepping out. "Come out, i am not your bodyguard or something, Mrs.Rajvanshi" he commanded in gruff tone. Making her quickly curse him under her breathe.

She sighed and came out of car. She didn't deleted the picture. Keeping it private. As he didn't insisted like he does, angrily, coldly. As always. She looked up and blinked. The restaurant was huge. Too much huge. But for him? Just a mere restaurant. He slided his phone back in his pocket as many servants along with manager came to greet them. But he? He didn't even moved a step ahead...

"Chaliye" he said to her, who was lost in beauty and elegance of the restaurant. She snapped out of her chains of thoughts as his voice reached her ears making her nod quickly. She slowly started walking ahead. While he followed her behind, glancing at her small feets, adorned in golden colour anklets. Making sweet and melodious sound, with mixture of the flute of her bangles Jingling softly.

Her pace was slow. Too much slow from his long strides. But he didn't even tried to go or walk ahead, not even putted a single step ahead then hers. Which unknowingly surprised the manager and some servents. Vardaan Singh Rajvanshi was a man, who always walked ahead everywhere, tall, proud and composed. But today? He wasn't even trying to go ahead. Just walking behind his little wife.

The manager was confused, who is this women? That too, with Vardaan Singh Rajvanshi? Is she that important? But no one had audacity to ask him. So he silently greeted them and asked servants to set a good table. As they sat, Yashshwi picked the menu. And started reading. But as she was going further, her eyes were widening further at the food prices. "Hai kanha ji, 7000 ka 1 plate pasta!" She almost screamed in whisper.

He stared at her with unforgivable gaze making her gulp. She wasn’t able to digest what she saw. The waiter came to take order, waiting patiently for her to say something. But she stayed quiet. "Say, what you want, do fast." Vardaan said in annoyed and cold tone. Yashshwi swallowed hard before answering. "It's too much expensive here, Mr.Rajvanshi, we should move to other place" her tone was concerned. For money, after seeing such expensive price costs.

"Aap sirf choose kariye, money is not of your concern, your work is to get what you want, mine is to pay" he said coldly rotating his ring around his finger, while leaning back calmly. Yashshwi hesitated turning pink, as the waiter suppressed her smile. "Um... 2 sandwiches with extra cheese and no meat. Just vegetarian" she slowly said, seeing the price low, and also, she liked sandwiches. More then this falana dhimkana, [street food girls can relate🤧] selling in prices like they were made of gold or something.

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Next scene.

Shrivansh had came office. Completing to review the file he left yesterday. Just then, Isha entered the office. With heavy breathes. But he didn't looked up. It was their usual routine now. She always came late. He also scolds her, but her? No. She doesn't even listen. After all, Ladki hai. Kaha sunegi.

"27 minutes, 45 seconds late, Ms.Khurana" Shrivansh said closing the file and finally looking at her direction. Who was trying to catch her breathe After running so much. "Sorry Mr.Rajvanshi, my scooter's handle-

"It broke, you tried to call macanic, but no one picked, right?" He completed her after cutting her off mid sentence making her bite her tongue with closed eyes. "This excuse is way too much old now, Ms.Khurana" he said getting up from his place and glared at her. Who sighed silently. "I slept late" she answered. "When?" He asked sternly back. "2 am." She replied. Not meeting his gaze.

His eyes narrowed. "Why so? What the hell was so important?" He asked. "Um.., the last file was left so I thought to complete it anyway. You wanted them today" she answered slowly putting her bag aside. "You should have told me, I would have dome" he said. "I didn't disturbed you, i thought maybe you must be slept" she said slowly turning to him with dark circles. Clearly looking exhausted.

"I was just a call away Ms.Khurana, if you had called or even messaged me juts one text, nothing would have been wrong" He replied making her blink. Her sighed heavily and shaked his head, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was hella frustrated. Really. He knew, she went to meet her mom, and came at late night. Her eyes still sleepy, red, swollen. "Sleep on couch" he ordered. It was a command. Where Isha gulped. Knowing, he is serious.

Cause his voice was void of his usual playfulness, teasingness. And mockery. Which made her confused and curious. What happend to him? Is he upset about yesterday's argument? But didn't they solved it earlier ago in chat? Then what now? "No Mr.Rajvanshi, I can't, i have so much work to do and-

"I will do. I will handle. Sleep. On. couch." He ordered firmly. His tone more serious, commanding. Making her sigh in defeat, she putted her bag down and layed on couch, staring at him, whose shirt sleeves were rolled up, tie in its disciplined place, his hairs neatly settled, hands typing fast and seriously on his laptop , his fingers dancing in precise, controlled and calculated pace.

"You can stare at me any other time. Isliye, abhi so jaiye Ms.Khurana" he said without moving his gaze away from laptop screen making red in embarrassment. "I..I wasn't " she quickly defended herself. "You were" he answered gruffly. "Are you showing me attitude, Mr.Rajvanshi!" She said angrily. Shrivansh's eyes narrowed. "Is this how you talk to your boss?" He growled sternly. "Yes. I talk like this to my 'boss' " she replied back glaring and emphasizing the word 'boss' purposely.

Shrivansh sighed in frustration and gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched. She was surely getting on his nerves. But he can't do anything. "I can't stand you" he growled. "Okay then sit down" she replied smirking.

Shrivansh glared at her before muttering under his breathe. "Kya aafat Pali hai Maine, na khud chain se rehti hein, na mujhe rehne deti hein" his tone was frustrated, annoyed.

"If you don't wanna sleep, get up. And do this file" he said. This time he was serious. Isha gulped and said quickly while stammering. "I..I am sleeping na, wait" she said and quickly closed her eyes, laying back on couch i her earlier position. Shrivansh rolled his eyes and turned back to his work, cause he had to cover up the files of her part too.

After sometime, his phone ringed. He glanced at caller Id, Dev. He understood about what is he gonna talk about. He quickly glanced at her, who was slept by now, with a sigh, he walked out Picking up the phone.

"Say" Shrivansh asked as soon he was out of his cabin.

"I have gotten the information of Mexico stocks. Mr.Khanna had already sent them in their place, it's fine, but boss will need to go for atleast 2 weeks. Cause the base of Mexico isn't stable. Some strange people in white clothes were seen yesterday, around our base. And then the question rises, who the hell will be in the dark side of Mexico?" Dev answered .

Shrivansh's eyes narrowed. "Did you told bhai?" He asked.

"Not yet, he is not even picking phone, he had messaged me earlier to meet him privately for some personal work. I have came, but now he himself isn't picking phone" Dev said with small sigh.

Shrivansh pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing well, why Vardaan had called Dev, in which, a shocking news is waiting for his dear Friend. "Oh poor boy" Shrivansh muttered with soft sigh glancing at screen. "Huh?" Dev asked after not being able to listen his muttered words.

"Nothing, yeah. Make sure to check the files and information about the files I mailed you" Shrivansh said while rolling a pen in his hand.

"Hmm." Dev answered with soft hum, and disconnected the call. Shrivansh scrolled the information Dev sent about the stocks of Mexico. Before freezing, at a sound of loud thud. Aghh. Not again. He turned to find the same thing he expected.

Her, down from couch, rubbing her hip while glaring at couch. "Who the heck putted ground here!" She said angrily. Making him frown, what does she mean? Who placed the ground? Offcourse. It was there. Right?

He walked to her and picked her up in one scoop making her squeel. "Chodie mujhe" she said angrily like a wild cat. "Shutup. Before i throw you myself" he said making her glare deepen.

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Next scene

Adrika had to meet Vardaan for some college formalities. And also, he had called her. As she opened door of cabin, she collided with someone. "Ahhhh" a small surprised sound escaped her lips. But someone had already held her. Just by hand, before her poor delicate body touches ground. She slowly opened her eyes to expect a employee or her brother.

But just all she found was a pair of Dessert brown eyes staring at her. With no emotion. His face expressionless. Calculated. She recognised it immediately who it was. Dev Suryavanshi. The PA of her brother. "Careful Ma'am. Gir mat jaiyega" he said slowly releasing her hand and stepped back giving her space to recover from the incident.

She slowly nodded as pink colour creeped her rosy cheecks from embarrassment. "Y.,yeah, thanks by the way" she slowly in low voice. Being hella embarrassed. "No worries. Any work? That you came office?" He asked, as per Vardaan's order, he had to take care of some files, cause Vardaan didn't came today.

"A..ah yeah, bhai kaha hein?" [Where is brother?"] She asked slowly peeking inside cabin. "He didn't came today. Must be in Villa" Dev said making her frown. "Villa? But bhai is not there" she said being confused. "Then maybe out somewhere. Any work?" He asked while collecting files that fell.

"A..ah no. He called me, saying he have something important to discuss. Anyways, I will ask when he comes back. Make sure to inform him" she said and bent taking files of him, and handed with a soft smile. "There was no need for that..." Dev said.

"Ah, because of me, they got scattered. Sorry for that." Adrika replied with small smile making his grip on files tighten. He nodded gruffly. Adrika took out a small toffee from her pocket and handed him. "Here. For saving me..." she offered with a smile. His expression didn't changed. He looked down at small toffee before darting his eyes back at her.

"Take it. As a small gift" Adrika said and took his hand, placing the toffee in his palm and pushed it towards him. Her finger's warmth sent a electri jolt through his body. He took it silently and watched her who walked away in her navy blue suit. Looking flawless. There was no selfishness in her like a royal Or rich people have. Just simplicity. Unknowingly his mind drifted to memories.

"Hey! Give me my doll back" a girl screamed from behind at him, He who was holding a small pink doll in his hand. Her small face flushed from running too much. She came forward to him and slapped him on cheeck making him stood stunned. The girl snatched her doll and glared at him.

Small poor Dev stood like statue. Before tears pricked from his eyes. The slap was light. But enough for him to cry. He ran towards garden area. Where everyone were sitting. He quickly held the hem of his mother's saree and cried. "Maa! She again slapped me!" He complained pointing at the girl, who was sitting in lap of Amrita.

His mother, Kashish, a kind hearted women. Laughed and patted his head gently while wiping off his tears. "Shh, stop crying. She is just small, Dev" she cooed gently. Dev sniffles while the girl in Amrita's arm rolled her eyes. [Kya matlab meri copy hai] Everyone laughed at the dynamics of their children.

Dev was pulled out by a employee's voice who shaked him, taking him out of his chains of thoughts. "Sir?" The employee said urgently. "Yes?" He said coming out of his thoughts. His expression turning cold again. "Files have been placed in their respective places. Just some partners of new project had came to finalize it."

Dev sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before picking his phone and messaged someone. "Come to office, now. There is work. Boss had gone somehwere" he messaged the person and nodded at employee.

Employee gave a small nod and walked away. While Dev headed to meeting room. Where everyone from opposite company were waiting for them. Whispers started coming. Dev sat comfortabley waiting for someone.

Soon, the door opened. And silence took place in whole room. And there enters... The Executer. The head of Operations...

Rithvik Singh Sisodia. The Wolf.

He is the one who handles Meetings and operations happening in underworld when Vardaan is not available. Manages all hitmen, shipments, and clean-ups. Keeps order through fear and loyalty. Everyone obeys his silent nod. Known by a codename like The Wolf or The Executor — the names whispered, never spoken aloud.

He doesn’t talk business; he ends it.

When he walks in, silence follows like a shadow.

They call it violence; he calls it order.

He cleans the stains before the sun rises.

His enemies beg to see Vardaan — they meet him instead.

"One blink. Gone.

I clean sins.

No warnings. Just bullets.

He speaks. I shoot." ~~ Rithvik Singh Sisodia.

The hall understood that the main boss is not available. This is why Vardaan's shadow of underworld is here. His face expressionless. Cold and Commanding attention.

Some basic information

6'3 tall.

27 years old.

[New crush unlocked]

He pulled away the chair of CEO, and settled another one, before settling on it. "Start" he commanded gruffly. The presenter shakingly got up and took deep breathe before starting to share points. Even in Vardaan's absence, he maintained the fear in all office and room he walks in.

He never even sat in his chair.

He always changed chair when he came here. To handle business. He kept in his mind, that even if he is handling these things in place of him. He still doesn't have right to sit on Vardaan's seat. He always knew. Even if he is with Vardaan. In such a powerful position, he was always few steps away from Vardaan's capability.

The presenter was unable to even form perfect sentence in his presence. His eyes uninterseted. Dev sighed beside him. He sensed it that his interest is lost. "Can you be stable?" Rithvik's deep voice echoed. Calm, but dangerous. Making the mens in room shudder.

"S..sorry sir" the employee apologized quickly and sat back. While other got up. It was a women. A well maintained and small heighted women. Who was from Rajvanshi industries. Their own company. She began making points in digital screens and also telling the profits. She was not nervous at all. After all, she was employee of Rajvanshi Industries.

Rithvik stared at her whole posture. She was beautiful, wearing a beige colour pant with navy blue shirt. No makeup, except eyelines and lip balm. Along with moisturiser, highlighting her natural tanned skin. Her heels clicked softly, by measuring from his eyes, Ruthvik can tell, she was just 5'3.

His expression didn't changed. But it was lie if we say he didn't liked her personality. "So this is how, the share markets of star project can grow, without any loss" She completed her presentation and putted the pen down and bowed.

All heads turned to Rithvik who glanced at the women. "The deal is done, you have persmission to use that resource" he said and got up from his chair straightening his coat. The girl bowed silently and extended the agreement. Rithvik signed the papers and extended them back. "Thankyou sir" she said softly. He nodded and walked out not before glancing one glance back at the women.

Dev sensed the contact. "What happened?" He asked. To which Rithvik just ignored snd walked out. "Make sure to take persmission of Boss before you finalize the Italy stocks" he said coldly and messaged someone. Dev just nodded and walked away, used to his friends nature. They all were like this. Mysterious, and full of secrets.

Rithvik walked to his car and sat. The driver started the car quickly. As it started, he opened the few buttons of his shirt and took a deep breathe. His heart was pounding without any reason. He calmed himself with a deep breathe before returning to the message that made a ting sound in his phone.

Chat : Mrs.Nirlajj...🫥

Him : You did well

Reply : don't you think you should give me award for controlling the work? It was a little difficult Mr.Sisodia. 😏

Him : okay then, be ready in bed.

Reply : Seen

Chat ended

He smirked silently. Seeing the message left in seen. He knows the person's reaction. But his eyes narrowed as a photo popped. He opened only to shut his eyes in next second, he took a deep breathe to calm himself. "Seriously. "

He muttered and commanded the driver to head to mansion as soon as possible.

[I will make sure, to make a different book of this couple, once this novel gets a little popular]

Next scene

Mayra was in college. As after 1 week, there was a program, where some cheif guests were coming. Many people were participating. Some in dance, some in singing, and some in drama. Mayra had taken in dance.

She was roaming with her bestfriend, Riya. Just then, she saw someone... Rahul. Her crush. And a small smile came in her lips. Riya saw her lips curling, and jealousy surged through her, she pushed past her and walked to Rahul, who was talking with some of his friends.

"Hey, Rahul" Riya said sweetly. Rahul smiled and replied with a small "hi".

"I was saying that... um... I wanted a dance partner, will you... help me out?" She asked sweetly not before glancing at Mayra with a smirk. She was always jealous of what Mayra had.

Mayra watched the scene, feeling slightly uncomfortable. She hoped he said no. "Yes" Rahul replied breaking her hope in pieces. Riya smirked and walked away with him, not breaking the eye contact with Mayra, making sure she is hurt.

Mayra gripped her form tightly and wiped her lonely tear silently. Before walking to submit the form. And headed back to her class.

"Why she did that, when she knew... I like him" she whispered to herself. Her chest tight, throat heavy. She liked Rahul so much. Way too much. But her own bestfriend took him. Knowing that Mayra wanted to ask him for dance.

She silently shooked and wiped her lonely tear. Her heart squeezing painfully in her chest. She hated... she hated how much she loved that boy. After the class is over. She headed to canteen. Deciding to ignore both. Riya and Rahul.

She reminded herself from where she comes. Rajvanshi Family. Not a weak one. If she wanted she can have anything, but she never tried. Never did. Cause she didn't wanted to be called a mean and ungrateful child of a rich family.

She took her food from counter and walked to a lonely table. Her mind still unconvinced. She had a hope. What if... he liked her back? What if he doesn't? She shrugged off her thoughts and started eating her food. Just then, Riya came with a small smirk. But innocent face. Which was probably fake. And Mayra had sensed that already. She was used to such things.

"Hey, Mayra" she said in extra sweet voice. "Yes?" Mayra replied with no anger or rudeness. "Can you give me your... that white anklets? I want them for dance... you know, i am selected in dance with Rahul. Sir approved us." She said with hope.

"Sorry. Actually not sorry. I can't, cause I have to wear them. You can ask Rahul himself. He is your dance partner na" Mayra replied with tight smile and threw her napkin on dustbin before striding off. Riya gritted her teeth silently. "I will see you bitch" she muttered under her breathe and walked away.

Here, Mayra came out of canteen. It was a zero period.

[It is last period of school or college where students can do remaining work or things besides studies, for those who probably don't know].

She sighed softly before picking up her phone. And sat in nearby bench, scrolling absentmindly. Just then, her mind drifted back to the Payal set about which Riya was talking about.

It was her favourite anklets. She didn't purchased them, infact she got them from somwhere. In temple... she still remembers from where she got them...

Mayra and Adrika, came out of car. With a thaal of Prasad and few valued things from Rajvanshi family like every year for Shiv ji. Infront of them, a big mandir with numerous people's scattered like beads. They both held their thaal and walked inside. The bodyguards followed them behind, as per the Devil brother's order.

They both touched the first stair of the temple amd exhaled in contentment. The temple always had a different fragrance of dhoop and flowers around it. Which made the air fresh and the atmosphere peaceful.

Even though there were many people, there was no such noises and crowd like other temples. Just calm Whispers. As they both stepped inside the temple. The preist smiled at them, as they came often here. The aarti was going to be held soon.

Both girls handed the thaal over to Pandit ji, and stood aside, not wanting to block other's view even after being the VVIP's. In temple, There was a big idol of shiv ji. The Pandit ji putted the thaal infront of the idol and started showering them with milk, yogurt, curd, honey and many more things reserved for the shivling.

Adrika and Mayra stood watching with a small smile. Soon, the aarti was held. "Rudra..." the pandit ji called out. A man, in his 30s. Came forward. 6'4 tall. Handsome as hell. Wearing the men's ethenic wear. [Dhoti] along with one around his neck. Of white colour.

His expression unreadable. A middle aged women, from behind handed him his rudraksh bracelet. Probably his mother. Mayra glanced at his face. He was way too much handsome. She looked away silently. And cursed herself for staring way too long. She stood in opposite side.

The aarti thaal was getting prepared. Till then, he putted his both hand's fingers in the shivling and closed his eyes. In other side, Mayra, absemindley, applied some white Chandan and putted her hand over the shivling, from opposite side. And closed her eyes murmuring soft shloks.

[hindu people can understand 🙂✋🏻]

Her eyes closed in contentment, so as his. They both prayed silently, almost in their mind. Before stepping away with soft "Har Har Mahadev". The preist gave the aarti thaal to Rudra. As today was his birthday, and his mother had purposely brought him to get blessings of Shiv ji for him.

As he started doing aarti, the preist started the aarti shloks. The temple fell in silence, only the sounds of small "har har mahadev" was heard along with, the aarti, and the bells of the temple.

The preist glanced at Rudra and then at Mayra. Something in his eyes softened, like he had seen a sign long awaited. The aarti thaal burned brighter, the flames rising slightly as if greeting the two souls.

As Rudra lifted the heavy thaal for the aarti, his wrist brushed against the wet marble. The thaal slipped a little, the oil of the diya almost spilling until a smaller hand caught it in time. Her. Mayra’s.

Her fingers steadied his, the edge of her bangles softly touching his skin. For a second, their eyes met her breath calm, his uneven. The thaal stilled between them, and she quietly helped him balance it back before stepping aside without a word.

His mother watched from a few steps away, concern written over her face. She moved closer to the priest, lowering her voice.

“Pandit ji… is that Grahan Yog still haunting his kundli?”

The priest looked down at Rudra for a moment, then sighed softly.

“Yes, Rajmata. The same curse remains. He was born under a dark hour, blessed by strength, cursed by solitude. Whoever he loves... walks away before the next sunrise.”

Her mother’s eyes flickered with fear. “Is there no way, no cure?”

“There is,” the priest said quietly. “When a pure soul, born under Mrityunjay Nakshatra, touches the same Shivling with him in faith, the curse will break. But fate decides when such souls meet, not us.”

Neither of them noticed that Rudra and Mayra were standing close enough to hear.

Her eyes widened slightly, the words echoing inside her. His hand, still faintly wet with water from the Shivling, stiffened.

At the same time, a soft breeze passed through the mandir, flickering the diyas around the idol. Mayra’s dupatta moved with it, brushing past Rudra’s arm lightly. The fragrance of dhoop and flowers surrounded them both.

The priest began the aarti, his voice deep and rhythmic. Rudra stepped forward to offer the thaal, while Mayra closed her eyes and pressed her palms together.

Neither spoke, but something unspoken settled between them , like two prayers whispered to the same god.

She whispered softly, “Har Har Mahadev.”

He did the same, voice barely audible.

And as the flames danced in the temple, Rudra Rana’s curse silently began to crack, unseen, but felt.

Mayra silently went away with Adrika. Who was in backside of temple to offer jal to the nandi ji in backside of temple.

As they came back, and took the there thaal, Mayra frowned. In her thaal, there were Heavy rajasthani anklets. Which surely weren't there before, neither it were hers. They didn't even putted them in their thaal earlier. "Wow. Such a beautiful anklets" Adrika said touching the delicate bells in them.



Mayra nodded slowly and looked around before taking the anklets in her hand. They were surely a little old. But they were really beautiful, adorned with small bells, stones and some more decoration on them. It seemed as if they were made handmade. She slowly shaked them, making the bells ring softly. A smile came on her lips.

"We should return it" Mayra suggested before darting her eyes off Payal and glancing at Adrika. "Mm" Adrika hummed, and they headed inside temple. The priest who was there earlier was not there now. By asking to other preists, they got to know, that main preist had gone to get fresh flowers for the evening Maha aarti.

Mayra sighed and looked around, hoping to get the owner of them. After finding for some more time, they met the guru maa. The wife of that priest. They asked about anklets. Showing them to her, telling her that they weren't there before. The guru maa scanned the anklets before smiling softly.

"Keep it as a gift from Shiv ji, beta. It will surely lead you somwhere" the guru maa went after saying this. Mayra stood stunned. Something about her words made her pause. What does she mean? She looked back and saw Adrika still busy in her phone. She shrugged and took anklets. Handing the thaal to bodyguard. Who took thaals to car.

After sometime, they both headed home. All way, Mayra couldn't stop thinking about guru maa's words. Her mind unknowingly wondering. Who would have made those anklets? They surely looked handmade. And... whose anklets they were?

Just then, her mind drifted towards the temple incident. The man. The preist's words. The thaal falling. The flames of the aarti, Which flickered. She tried to shrugged it off. But the thought was still on her mind.

She sighed and walked inside the Villa, once they reached. After entering her room, she pulled out the anklets. And stared at them for sometime. They looked really pretty, and it will be a lie if she says she didn't liked them. She slowly sat on the bed and putted her both feets on bed as well.

She unclasped the hook of the anklets and draped them around her delicate feets. After hooking them back in lock, she shaked her legs slowly, making jingling sounds. Her lips curled into a small, soft smile. She was very happy to get them. She prayed silently.

"Hai shiv ji, i hope, this is not someone's special thing. If it is. I will be in a crime to wear it." She whispered and glanced at the anklets back. They looked really pretty in her delicate tanned skin. She sat there for sometime jingling them gently, listening the melodious sounds produced by them.

Mayra came out of the flashback by the call of a girl. Who told her, that the bell had rang, and the college is over. She is a friend of hers, senior then her. Had been graduated. And currently doing preparation for CA. And comes here in college library to get books, and study.

"Come on, Mayra. The bell had been rang, you are lost from past 20 minutes. Come" Ruhanika said making Mayra blink and process, before giving Ruhanika a nod and got up with her bag. And walked out of college with her.

Intro of Ruhanika

Name : Ruhanika Raichand

Age : 24 years.

Profession : preparing for CA.

Nature : sweet and kind.

Family : Unknown.

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