10. Mrs.Raghav Rajput ✨

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Raghav's pov

The doctor came to me and said, "You know Rani Sa is unconscious, Hukum. But if this happens again, I am sorry, things will not be in my hands."

His words shattered me again. There is no reason for me to behave like this; she is just a girl I met two days ago and married without her consent that same night. Then why this feeling which is not familiar to me?

"Hukum," the doctor said, pulling me from my thoughts as I gazed at her pale face.

"Ji, kahiye (Yes, please speak)," I said, my voice breaking in a way I never expected.

"Hukum, hum aapko Rani Sa ki condition ko pehle hi bata chuke hai (Hukum, we have already informed you about Rani Sa conditions).

Hum jo aur jitna kar sakte the humne kiya (We did everything we could).

Hum bas itna kahte hai ap inhe akela na chhode (I just advise you not to leave her alone); inhe kabhi bhi hosh aa sakta hai (she could regain consciousness at any time).

Aur jis tarah Rani Sa ne abhi react kiya, dobara na kare (And considering how she reacted earlier, you must take care of her)."

The doctor then left, leaving only me and my.......

Rani Sa of Rajasthan in the room.

Authors pov

After the doctor left, Raghav kept standing in front of Siya for over an hour.

No one knew what he was thinking, but the changing expressions on his face showed he was planning something big.

He finally moved closer to Siya, adjusted her blanket, and was about to sit down absent-mindedly beside her when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Veer entered, and Raghav turned to face him.

He signaled for Veer to speak, and Veer said, "Hukkum (Your Majesty), aaj aapki important meeting hai. Sab aapka intezar kar rahe hain (You have an important meeting today. Everyone is waiting for you)."

Raghav took a moment before replying, then pulled up a chair near Siya and firmly said, "Meeting yahi hogi (The meeting will be here)."

Veer, confused, started to say, "Magar (But)—" but Raghav interrupted him, saying, "I will meet on a video call. Tum vaha jao (You go there)."

Knowing there was no point in arguing, Veer replied, "Ji, Hukkum (Yes, Your Majesty)," and left the room.

Raghav set up a small table and positioned his laptop close to Siya’s bedside, ensuring he could keep a close watch on her even while attending the meeting.

He adjusted the laptop’s screen so it faced him perfectly, allowing him to monitor both the meeting and Siya’s condition simultaneously.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit meeting room, Raghav’s partners gathered around a large conference table.

The room was enveloped in darkness, with the only illumination coming from the screens of their laptops, casting eerie glows on their faces.

Among them was an elderly man in his sixties, whose weathered face spoke of years of experience and wisdom.

Accompanying him were three other men, each appearing to be in their forties, their serious expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.

In contrast, a young woman in her thirties sat among them, her sharp eyes and poised demeanor suggesting she was a key player in the discussion.

As the meeting commenced, the shadows seemed to deepen, and the faint light from the laptops highlighted the intense focus of the participants, adding to the sense of urgency and anticipation that hung in the air.

The meeting continued in the darkened room as a man in his sixties spoke up, "The chief structural engineer will arrive tomorrow."

Raghav responded in a deeply dangerous voice, "Okay," and was about to continue, "I don’t want any—" when suddenly, a small hand gently clasped his.

For the first time in his life, Raghav was halted mid-sentence. His eyes fell to the delicate fingers gripping his hand, and he turned his gaze toward Siya, who had stirred. This unexpected touch caused his partners to exchange curious and suspicious glances, pondering his unusual reaction.

As Siya slowly opened her eyes, her hand remained firmly on his. Raghav’s attention was entirely consumed by her presence. In his distraction, he forgot to close his laptop, which shifted slightly due to his hand movements. The people on the video call noticed the unexpected presence of someone in the frame and began to react.

Before they could say anything or see more, Raghav swiftly closed his laptop and pushed it aside, sliding it out of view through the nearby window. He rose from his seat and carefully settled beside Siya on the bed.

As Siya’s eyes gradually opened, she found herself gazing into Raghav’s shining orbs, his focus entirely on her.

Raghav’s voice, though tinged with a deadly calm, was firm as he said, “Shant, bilkul shant. Kuchh nahin sochengi, aap. Relax ho jaaiye” (Calm, completely calm. You won’t think about anything. Please relax). His grip on her hand was tight, yet reassuring, as if anchoring both himself and Siya at this moment.

Siya attempted to speak, her voice barely whispering, “Shant kahan, humne—” (Calm? How can we calm down, we—).

But Raghav cut her off with an authoritative tone, his voice not soft but heavy and unwavering, “You know,” he said, continuing in a tone that mixed irritation with an underlying sense of relief. The voice that emanated from him was not only commanding but also conveyed a sense of controlled menace, highlighting the intensity of his emotions.

His gaze remained locked on her, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability, revealing the depth of his concern and the fierceness of his resolve.

Raghav, with a slight, almost sardonic smile that hinted at his frustration, said, “Jante hain, kaafi sawal hain aapke, aur aapko jawab bhi abhi hi chahiye” (You know, there are many questions, and you need answers right now). His tone was both commanding and challenging, knowing full well how stubborn she could be.

Siya nodded, acknowledging his demand. Raghav continued, fully aware of her unyielding nature.

"Tu suniye, use raat kya hua tha aapke mahal aane se pehle, vah aap janti hain” (Listen, what happened that night before you arrived at the palace, you know). He spoke with a grave intensity, his focus unwavering as he recounted the events.

“Aap jab yahan thi, to khoon se bhige huye the kapde” (When you were here, your clothes were drenched in blood). Raghav’s voice carried a weight of emotion that was barely concealed.

As he spoke, a subtle glint of moisture appeared in his eyes, a sign of the deep impact the memories had on him, though he was unaware of it at the moment. His expression remained stern, but the unspoken pain in his eyes betrayed the gravity of the situation and his own emotional turmoil.

A short while later, as Raghav continued speaking, his eyes hardened with a steely resolve.

When he mentioned, “Aapke bhai” (your brother), his tone shifted, the word ‘bhai’ carrying a weight of disdain.

The intensity of his grip on her hand tightened further, becoming almost unbearably painful.

It was clear he was holding on with a force that matched the severity of his words.

He pressed on, his face contorted into a devilish scowl as he said, “Vo aaya tha yahan” (He came here).

The malice in his expression reflected the depth of his anger and the extent of his readiness to inflict harm.

Siya, sensing the danger and the ferocity in his demeanor, tried to interject, but her voice faltered as she realized the extent of his rage.

“Yeh hum jante hain. Hum yahan kya kar rahe hain, yah bataiye” (We know this. What are we doing here, tell us).

Her words trailed off as the pain in Raghav’s grip became too overwhelming for her to endure.

Understanding her distress, Raghav’s face shifted, reflecting a mixture of regret and frustration.

He continued, “Uska jawab hamare paas bhi nahin hai. Vah insan jo aapko apna bhai keh raha tha, usne us raat na sirf aapka balki sabhi striyon ka apman kiya hai” (We don’t have an answer either. The man who called himself your brother insulted not only you but all women that night).

His voice was laden with the weight of his convictions and the impact of the betrayal.

Raghav’s emotions were palpable, with his struggle to articulate his feelings evident in every shifting expression.

Siya could sense the strain in his voice and saw the turmoil in his eyes.

Despite the pain, she could feel his deep anguish and his desperate need to express his regret.

Raghav continued, his voice growing firmer, “Us raat jo shabd usne aapke liye istemal kiye, vah kafi hain uski maut ke liye ki usne humse aapki kimat mangi” (The words he used against you that night were enough to warrant his death because he demanded your value from us).

His face revealed the emotional toll, a testament to the internal conflict he faced.

Siya, gazing into his eyes, witnessed the raw intensity of his feelings.

She could not fully grasp the depth of his struggle, but the sheer force of his emotion was undeniable.

Finally, Raghav concluded, “Ham maante hain apni galti. Humne aapse poocha tak nahin. Magar aap bhi yah maan lijiye ki aap is Rajasthan ki rani hain, mahal ki hukum rani” (We admit our mistake. We didn’t even ask you. But also accept that you are the queen of Rajasthan, the ruler of the palace).

He added, “Humne jo kiya, vah galti thi. Aap Mrs. Siya Raghav Rajput to ban sakti hain, magar hamari bindani kabhi nahin ban sakti” (What we did was a mistake. You may become Mrs. Raghav Rajput, but you can never be our wife).

His words were final and resolute, carrying the weight of a painful truth, leaving Siya to grapple with the implications of his declaration.

Raghav's POV

After confessing the truth to her, I couldn’t bear to stay near her or even look at her face, so I left the room and went straight to my office area. Yes, I have no office area in my mansion, but that’s beside the point.

I don’t understand why this feeling keeps surfacing in my mind; sometimes it feels like a pain in the left corner of my chest. I know there’s no heart in me, yet I can’t explain it. But I don’t want to waste time dwelling on it; it’s futile, and I don’t want to repeat past mistakes.

All I want is for her to be safe and not face any more problems. It doesn’t matter if it means enduring some difficulty myself, as long as she doesn’t suffer any more than necessary.

The further I stay away, the better it will be for her and for me. But because of her condition, I can’t trust anyone else. If a brother can do such things, how can I trust anyone else for her?

If she gets better and decides to go wherever she wants, live as she wishes, she can do so. I know she’s independent, and maybe after her recovery, she would leave the mansion. I really don’t want to interfere with that. I just want to ensure she’s safe, as she’s living in my kingdom. My priority is to protect her above all else.

Naam dekhkar apna use apna banaa liya,

FIR dusre hi pal use khud se judaa kar diya.

Siya's pov

He left.

After he left, I found myself in a strange and confusing emotional state. I’m unsure whether I feel broken or if I’ve been rescued, or something else entirely.

Main nahin samajh pa rahi kya ho raha hai kya hona chahie sahi hai ya galat mujhe mere ram per pura Bharosa hai vo jo karenge Sahi karenge.

(I don’t understand what’s happening or what should happen—whether it’s right or wrong. I have complete faith in my Ram; he will do what’s right.)

Today, I realized or heard that trusting both of them is incredibly difficult. I saw in their eyes tears for my pain and the fire of revenge for their sins.

Raja hokar jhuk Gaye Mere aage, galti man Li apni.

(The king bowed before me and admitted his mistake.)

Kya hai aap nahin samajh pa rahi ho, Aankhen kuchh aur kahati hai dikhate kuchh aur hai kahete kuchh or hai.

(What is it, you don’t understand? Their eyes say one thing, they show another, and they say something completely different.)

Aapane kaha yah galti hai aapki, dikhai nahin denge kuchh vakt chahie humko aapki najron se Alvida Ho jaenge ki dobara nahin kahena padega hamen jana hai ham khud chale jaenge.

(You said it was your mistake but won’t show it. We need time to part ways with your gaze so that we won’t have to say goodbye again; we will leave on our own.)

Kash bhai na aate us din hote Mera Majhi mujhe kabhi nahi chode ga Aaj ye baat mein manati hun.

(I wish my brother hadn't come that day. If he hadn't, my Majhi would never have left me. Today, I accept this fact.)

Mera gunah shayad bs ek ladki hona tha.

(My only crime perhaps was being a girl.)

Jiski Saja Maine apna Bachpan gava kar di FIR padhaai Apne jeene ke sare hak aur ab shayad shadi jaisa ek rishta bhi.

(For which punishment, I sacrificed my childhood, filed an FIR, gave up my education, all my rights to live, and now perhaps even a relationship like marriage.)

Mere liye jo raghav kar rahe h vo bhi kisi ne nhi Kiya.

(What Raghav is doing for me, no one else has ever done.)

I said to myself while smiling.

(I said to myself while smiling.)

Kya kismat hai mila bhi koi. Fikar karne wala tb jb jindagi hi sath jhod Rahi thi.

(What fate is this, that someone actually cares? When life itself was tying knots.)

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