3.blood (part 2 ) 🌙

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Siya's pov

"Hey ram mujhe yo lga tha je , mujh jaisi masum shi ,sundar ,susil ladki ko dekh Maan jayega meri baat . "

"Par na isne to sawal javab hi suru kar diye ."

("Hey Ram, I thought he would be impressed by someone innocent, beautiful, and gentle like me. But no, he started with questions and answers right away.")

"His attitude is more like a king than his personality. Honestly, his looks are just okay, nothing particularly special. Meeting Rajasthan's hukum sa has always been a dream of mine, but it seems it will always remain just that-a dream."

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've never intended to hold his hand, but it's the stares and whispers around us that are getting to me. People are giving us such negative looks, and it's overwhelming. Growing up, I was always surrounded by negativity and negative people, and it feels like it's happening all over again. It's like a cloud I can't escape from, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, it still affects me deeply. It's exhausting to constantly feel judged and misunderstood.

As I stand here, gazing at the vibrant hues of Rajasthan, I feel a sense of freedom akin to a bird soaring high above this breathtaking world. The colors, the sounds, the essence of this place-it all envelops me in a warm embrace, filling my heart with an indescribable joy. Every moment here has been a vivid tapestry of life, painting my existence with shades of wonder and discovery.

But now, a sudden shift disrupts my serene reverie. The same relentless change that once brought me to these heights now takes my breath away, leaving me grappling with the abruptness of it all. It's as if the ground beneath me has shifted, and I am left trying to find my balance in a world that feels both familiar and foreign.

In this whirlwind of emotions, I feel a profound connection to the land and its people. Yet, the transition challenges me, pushing me to confront the uncertainties that come with change. As I navigate this new chapter, I carry with me the spirit of Rajasthan-a reminder of the beauty and resilience that lies within me, waiting to soar once more.

I never imagined trusting an unknown person in an unfamiliar place could be so terrifying. My heart pounded as I stood there, feeling vulnerable and exposed. But when I first saw him, something shifted. His eyes, dark and intense, spoke volumes even though his lips remained silent. They conveyed a depth of emotion and sincerity that words could never capture. It was as if his soul was reaching out to mine, bridging the gap between us in a way that was both unsettling and oddly comforting. I felt an inexplicable pull towards him, a connection that defied logic and caution. Despite the fear that gripped me, I couldn't ignore the silent conversation his eyes had started.

His commanding yet melodic voice says it all to me. Every girl deserves a man like him, someone who tries his best to instill a sense of fear yet whose eyes reveal the peaceful life you truly deserve. As he tries to remove his hand, I feel embarrassed but hold on even tighter. His touch is unlike anything I've felt before-his hands, soft yet strong and full of muscle and veins, soothe my anxiety. For the first time in my life, I feel anxious without collapsing. I feel strong around him. His aura speaks volumes, but it's a language I have yet to understand.

He deserves the best. The girl who will fall for him or he will fall for her will be the luckiest in this whole universe. His presence commands attention, his gaze sharp and intense, always carrying that dangerous look. Yet, beneath that tough exterior lies a heart capable of immense love and loyalty.

As I think about him, I can't help but admire the contrast he embodies. His stern facade protects a soul rich with depth and complexity. He navigates the world with a fierce determination, his every move purposeful and calculated. But I know there's more to him than meets the eye.

The woman who wins his heart will see beyond that dangerous look. She will discover the kindness hidden beneath the surface, the gentle moments he rarely shows. She will be the luckiest in the whole universe, not just for his love, but for the privilege of knowing the man behind the mask. His love will be fierce and unwavering, a force as powerful as his presence.

He deserves someone who can appreciate the layers of his personality, who can stand by him through thick and thin. Someone who sees the incredible strength and tenderness within him. Whoever she is, she will be truly blessed to know and be loved by a man like him.

Meeting someone for the first time and saying this much is not easy, but he was speaking volumes just through his looks. Strangely enough, I found myself understanding everything about him. Every glance, every subtle expression seemed to tell me a story. It was as if his eyes were an open book, revealing his thoughts, his emotions, his very essence. I couldn't explain how, but it felt like I had known him forever, as if there was an unspoken connection between us that transcended words.

That's true, I have work from him, but that doesn't mean I will become too selfish. I was lost in these thoughts when his words broke my chain of contemplation. His voice was a sudden interruption, pulling me back to the present, reminding me of the task at hand and the delicate balance I needed to maintain.

"Raasta mujhe pta hai , " ("I know the way.")His voice reverberated through my mind, a familiar echo that sent shivers down my spine. As my legs turned to lead, I glanced ahead to where the guards stood, imposing and vigilant. Without hesitation, I darted behind him, seeking refuge in his presence, though only my head dared to peek out from the safety of his shadow.

"Ha ha, to tumko bolne hi waali thi,",("Haha, so i were about to say it.") I quipped, watching his sidelong glance as he gave me a look that spoke volumes without saying a word. It was one of those moments where words were unnecessary; his expression said it all.( " Yrr ab tum hi batao fir beizzati karke Jane ko bola guards ne to ......" )(Well, if the guards asked you to leave after embarrassing you, than .....)

I stepped through the door, expecting some resistance or at least a few curious glances. Instead, the room fell silent as all eyes turned toward us, their gazes filled with reverence. It was as if he were royalty, and the others were merely subjects, bowing in deference to our presence. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, making me wonder what power or authority he unknowingly wielded in this place.

"Rajasthan ki nhi lgti,"(  doesn't feel like you are from Rajasthan)As we entered the palace and was busy admiring every little corner of the palace he asked me.

"Bihar ki hu,"( I am from Bihar ) I replied, still immersed in my work, my mind briefly leaving the splendor of the palace to acknowledge my roots.

"Yaha akele,"( here alone )he said, as if exploring alone was a sin. His question reminded me of my reality and the purpose behind my presence here.

"Jab zindagi akele hi jini h , to har vakt kisi ka sath jaruri to nhi "("When you're living life alone, it's not always necessary to have someone by your side all the time.") As I looked into his eyes, his words struck a chord within me. His sentiment about living life alone echoed my own thoughts. Yet, his lips formed a gentle smile, bridging the gap between our solitude, suggesting that perhaps, in those shared moments, companionship isn't always necessary.

"13 min bache hai bss ." ( Only 13 min remaining)My heart raced as she darted through the corridors of the palace, her footsteps echoing in the empty halls. Suddenly, his voice, distant yet clear, reached her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. With only thirteen minutes remaining, every second felt precious. Why were they both here, in this secluded corner of the palace? It seemed abandoned, devoid of any other soul. Siya's mind raced with questions, her senses heightened as she continued her urgent journey, determined to unravel the mystery before time ran out.

As I stood at the entrance of the magnificent palace, a twinge of disappointment flickered within me. Perhaps I wouldn't be able to explore every corner of this grand structure today. But instead of dwelling on what I might miss, I resolved to embrace the opportunity with an open heart. With each step I took, my curiosity ignited, propelling me forward to uncover the secrets and wonders within the palace walls. Today, I may not see it all, but I'll relish every moment of this enchanting journey.

"Jodhpur ke Umaid Bhawan Palace ke andar kadam rakhte hi, aap ek doosre hi jahaan mein chale jaate hain. Marble ki anokhi karigari aur elegant furnishings dekhne layak hain. Har kone mein Art Deco ka asar dikhayi deta hai, jo palace ki rajsi shaan aur aadhunik design ka behtareen mishran pesh karta hai. Bade-bade hallon mein shandaar chandeliers latakte hain, aur vishaal courtyards mahal ki virasat aur uski architectural shaan ko barkarar rakhte hain. Yahan ki ek-ek cheez mein ustadi aur khoobsurati jhalak uthi hai, jo har mehmaan ko deewana bana deti hai."(As soon as you step inside the Umaid Bhawan Palace in Jodhpur, you are transported to another world. The unique craftsmanship of marble and elegant furnishings are worth seeing. The influence of Art Deco can be seen in every corner, presenting an excellent blend of the palace's royal splendor and modern design. Magnificent chandeliers adorn the grand halls, and the vast courtyards preserve the heritage and architectural grandeur of the palace. Mastery and beauty shine in every detail here, captivating every guest who visits.)

I was lost in my thoughts, admiring the grandeur of the palace. The intricate carvings and majestic architecture transported me to another world, making me almost forget about him. His presence had been comforting yet mysterious. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't even know his name.

"Hey ram, naam to puchha hi nyi,"( forget to ask him  his name ) I muttered to myself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "Paglet hai hum bhi ek number ki,"("I'm also a bit crazy, top-notch crazy!") I added with a smile, realizing the irony of the situation.

He had been so kind and considerate, yet I hadn't thought to ask the most basic question. My curiosity about him grew even more as I wondered about the person behind that warm smile and those kind eyes.

"Are ye kaha gaye?" ( Where is he ??) I murmured to myself, the frustration evident in my voice. The grand entrance of the palace, once filled with the excitement of discovery, now felt daunting. I retraced my steps, walking down the opulent corridor we had explored together earlier. Each corner held a memory of our shared curiosity, but now, it only heightened my anxiety.

I paused, glancing around. The intricate designs on the walls, the flickering torches casting long shadows, the distant echo of my own footsteps-none of it provided a clue. My eyes scanned every nook, hoping for a sign, anything that might lead me to him. Where could he have disappeared so suddenly?

With each passing minute, my worry grew. I needed to find him. This palace, with all its beauty and mystery, had become a labyrinth of uncertainty. I took a deep breath and continued my search, determined not to leave any stone unturned.

"Hey ram , ab yaha se kaha Jaye " ( "Hey Ram, where do I go from here?")I was already in one problem , when I forgot the route from where we came .

Standing there, I felt the weight of the moment pressing down on me. "Sayd yaha nhi, syd yaha," ( "Maybe not here, maybe over there.")I muttered, trying to make sense of the situation. "Siya, tera kuchh nhi hoga yrr."( "Siya, nothing will happen to you, buddy.") The doubt in my voice was undeniable, but I couldn't afford to be paralyzed by it. I had to move forward, somehow.

"Ek kam karti hu, yhi jati hu, dekhege jo bhi hoga,"( "I'll do one thing, I'll just go from here, let's see what happens.") I resolved aloud, hoping to summon some courage. My eyes scanned the area, searching for a sign or a clue that might guide me. Then, I spotted a door that looked oddly familiar. Had I seen it before? It seemed to resemble the ones I'd passed earlier, sparking a flicker of recognition.

With my heart pounding, I approached the door. My hand reached out, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the doorknob. I paused, the uncertainty gnawing at me. Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and stepped through, bracing myself for whatever lay on the other side. Despite the fear, I knew I had to keep moving forward.

"Ye yaha hai , suno are suno na , " ( he is here , listen, ohh listen)As I walk for a moment, I see many people enjoying themselves in the palace. It feels like a grand celebration of some victory. I weave through the crowd, observing the festive atmosphere. The palace is alive with the sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. Everyone seems to be in high spirits.

Then, my eyes catch sight of him. Unlike the others who are mingling in groups, he's standing with just two people around him. What's more striking is his attire. He's wearing something different, something regal. It surprises me how fast he must have changed his clothes. The transformation is remarkable.

But why is he here at this royal celebration? As I look around, I see so many princesses, queens, and kings from different parts of India. Their presence adds to the splendor and significance of the event. My curiosity grows stronger. What could his role be among such companies?

"When he didn't reply, I thought, 'Let's give him some respect.' Maybe, just maybe, he will listen to me if I approach him differently."

"Suniye ..." ( listen)

( sayd izzat ka bhooka ho ...)( My be he is hungry for respect)

"Aap yaha kya kar Rahi hai "( what are you doing here )As his eyes caught my gaze, he swiftly turned towards me, his steps long and purposeful, adorned in a majestic Rajasthani attire reserved for royalty. My heart raced as the realization hit me - was he from a royal family? Panic surged through me; I hadn't intended to seek his help or even exchange words.

"Vo aap Hume vaha chhod aaye the na" ( you left me there ) As he approached me, his hand reached out, gently taking hold of mine, leading me to a secluded corner. Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted, reaching for his phone to make a call. The air around us felt charged with anticipation, leaving me wondering what was about to unfold.

Veer..... , " he called .

It felt like a sting when he uttered, "aapke 15 min hogye ab aap ja skti hai"( your 15mins are over now you can leave )His words carried a weight of disappointment, making me realize my error. All I wished for was a chance to amend it, to set things right. But his tone seemed to shut that possibility down, leaving me with a pang of regret and a longing for redemption.

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s I removed my hands from his grip, a surge of indignation coursed through me. "Ha to rukna bhi nyi hai mujhe," ( didn't even I wanna stay here )I said, my voice tinged with frustration. How dare he talk to me like that? I had even shown him respect. I hate you, Mr. Unknown. Always treating me like an unknown person, with a soft heart for others and fiery words for me. I hate you, I thought to myself.

On the other side a person on a call

Author's POV

"Baba mil gyi hai vo mujhe , ab bhot hua uska ye khel . Mai aapki koi baat nyi sunna chahta . Jo Maine socha hai main vahi karunga." ( "I've found my guide now, I'm done with this game of her. I don't want to hear anything from you. What I've decided, I'll stick to that.")a young man in his mid-twenties stood, his jaw clenched tightly as he spoke into his phone, his voice strained with palpable frustration. His tense demeanor and gritted teeth betrayed his simmering anger. Dressed in plain attire, he blended into the crowd, yet his visible agitation set him apart, revealing the depth of his emotions.

"Hmm" other person replied.

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Kar jo tujhe karna hai jaldi ghr aa bsss"  ,( "Do whatever you need to do and just come home quickly.")felt a rush of urgency and concern as the other person abruptly ended the call with a command to hurry home. Their tone conveyed a sense of importance and perhaps even a hint of worry, making  wonder what could be so pressing that required his immediate attention.

"Hmm" he replied and he dialed another number, his actions suggesting a swift change in direction or perhaps a new avenue of inquiry.

"Utha lo usse, 50 lakh transfer karna baki hai yaad rahe, Mr. Raghuvanshi."( "Pick her up, remember, 50 lakh still needs to be transferred, Mr. Raghuvanshi.") His expression held a mix of assurance and authority, underlining the importance of the pending 50 lakh transfer.

"Tum tension mat ho 2 ghante ke andar ho jayege " ( don't worry i will do that in 2 hours)Mr. Raghuvanshi from the other side replied.

"Thik "( ok ) he said and cut the call while smiling.

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