"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Matsyaa screamed, trying and failing to reserve her temper. The metal cuffs on her wrists looked like hot iron bands which seared her skin until every pore of her body was burning in flames.She glared at the stupid police officer sitting across the table, "Do you have any idea who you've arrested?" Her icicle-like words came to stab him dead on spot. She moved her bound wrists and thumped her fists on the chair's armrest. "My family will strip you off these fucking stars, do you get that, you idiot?""And I will tape your fucking mouth if you don't stop screaming!" He banged his fists on the table, making her blink in retreated shock. She lowered her eyes to read the nametag - Vikaas Sen. She looked around and swallowed a nervous breath. God forbid if anyone came to know that she was in the lockup, her life was finished. Looking at him again, she screamed, "Listen, I think we've got a little misunderstanding. I'm not some petty criminal you can arrest
At that moment, Matsyaa recited all the prayers she remembered. Bribed the higher powers with the impossible and begged her fate to work in her favor as she jumped off the window, tightly holding onto the makeshift rope. She carefully started to slide down but while doing so, she forgot to keep herself steady and lost her hold clumsily. “No, no, no, noooo!” Her terrorized screams filled the air around her and her delicate body floated down the height at the full tilt. She pressed her eyes closed, anticipating the hard collision with the unforgiving ground beneath. But it never came. Instead, she felt herself being caught in a pair of… strong arms. “I got you, sweetheart!” A velvety voice beguiled her in the false sense of security and her heart flipped in terror. She knew that voice very well. It was her bane. With great reluctance, she opened her eyes and caught the icy, blue stare pinned on her face. It was so intense that she shivered to her bones. Tears pooled in her eyes beca
It was her third visit to India.Matsyaa was three when her parents took her to Jaipur for the first time to introduce her to the family. The second time, she was eleven and her grandfather had passed away. This time, she was a twenty years old, gorgeous girl—working towards her degree in Archeology—and flying to see her ailing uncle. Her father’s younger brother, Indian Industrialist Ashish Rathore, was severely ill. He was due for a heart surgery and his chances of survival were slim. Her father had departed earlier to make sure his brother received the best medical treatment and she was leaving today with her mother, but the weather was dull just like her mood and their flight was delayed. Even though she was constantly in touch with her cousins, she just wanted to get there as soon as possible because it might be the last time she would get to see her uncle. The latest news said that he had gone into surgery and they would have to wait for twelve hours to know his exact conditio
Matsyaa was curled on the swing installed in the roof, lost in her thoughts. Three long days had passed since her uncle died. All this while, she'd slept off every night, hearing the doleful silence and woken up every morning, seeing the mournful faces. They were supposed to go back to England but her father was caught in a mess.The news of Ashish's demise spread like forest fire and their company started to lose shares in the absence of a stable owner. Since her father was the highest stakeholder at present, responsibility for the management of the company fell upon his shoulders. That meant settling in India. Both her parents weren’t in favor of the idea and wanted Arush to step into his father's shoes but he was the same age as Matsyaa, still pursuing his business degree in Australia thereby becoming unable to run a company with a manpower of fifty thousand people. Besides, the board of directors had straightforwardly refused to be responsible towards a kid who lacked proficiency
“I really don't wanna go, mom!” Matsyaa whined like a kid and made Gauri roll her eyes. The affection of her cousins and eldest uncle after such a long time infected her judgment. She knew in the back of her mind that her mother was right but she refused to accept it. She held her mother's palm and pouted, “Mumma, can't you figure out an arrangement that doesn't make me go back? I'll be so alone there.”Gauri exhaled deeply and eyed Matsyaa with dismay. “We decided it, honey. You'll have to go back. Unfortunately, your dad has to be here for a year or two but someone has to go back to manage things in our absence. And, you have college to finish. Do you wanna give up on your degree just because you're homesick?" Matsyaa nipped on her lower lip, mulling on her mother's words. Gauri observed her for a moment and got up from the bed to give her a quick hug, "We'll be back soon. I'll try to visit you once in a month, okay? And as soon as your exams finish, you can come here for a break. T
Matsyaa thought she committed a mistake as she combed her hair and Prem yelled for her umpteenth time from the hall. He'd been pissing her off for twenty minutes. Pushing a curl behind her ear, she dropped the brush on the table and saw her reflection in the mirror. She smiled brightly, noticing a deep brown pair of eyes staring back at her. She sauntered to her bed and gathered her faxed documents."Matsyaa, please hurry up." She grinned, zipping her bag as he reduced to whining. Locking her room, she paraded down the stairs and held her hands up. "Breathe. I'm here!""Look at the time, girl! I'm a busy man." He grumpily flashed his gold watch at her and she pouted, reaching to him. "You changed the plan at the last moment. I was supposed to go with big bro, but you jumped up at the opportunity and now you're blaming me for hampering your work?! I had to check the necessary documents."Prem eyed her handbag with a frown, "It's not needed. We're going there only to make some introduct
Ranvijay's desperate prayers took longer to reach heaven, but when they did, he felt his soul being sucked out of his body. He'd never felt so vulnerable and incapable before. His heart drummed loudly in his ribcage and his blood pumped in his veins as if he couldn't believe his eyes. The girl was drop-dead gorgeous. Busy with her camera, she was still not aware of his looming presence. Ranvijay took the opportunity to study her distinctiveness with each intended step towards her; wavy hair down her back, voluptuous chest squeezed into a black liner and endless legs encased in black slacks. She had thrown over a floral shrug which did nothing to hide the perfect outline of her body. She was standing sideways, humming a tune in a hushed voice but the chiming in her tone was luring his senses. In the periphery of his vision, she was a deer unknown to the prowling. Ranvijay felt uncharacteristically drawn to her. The man who never glanced at a girl twice was dying to look at her full
Those ocean blue eyes and the way they set upon her face, churned Matsyaa's insides in unfamiliar uneasiness. Deep orbs, confined in even darker rings made them look like there was an entire universe behind those curly lashes with stars and moons. It was surreal. Especially when his eyes had a language of their own. They spoke of authority, dominance, and intimidation to some degree. Matsyaa wasn't able to forget them. His piercing stare was etched in her memory and her heart began to drum the same nervous rhythm when she thought about him. She looked down at her soaked hands and remembered the electrifying touch. He was burning, or was it his normal heat? ‘Whatever it is, he was too proud to be on his knees. He pushed me twice. He looked at me like a creep, and his guard was equally disrespectful!’ She shrugged, deciding to put this episode past her mind. It was useless anyway. It wasn't like she was going to see him again. Heaving a deep sigh, she rubbed her arms and clutched Pre
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Matsyaa screamed, trying and failing to reserve her temper. The metal cuffs on her wrists looked like hot iron bands which seared her skin until every pore of her body was burning in flames.She glared at the stupid police officer sitting across the table, "Do you have any idea who you've arrested?" Her icicle-like words came to stab him dead on spot. She moved her bound wrists and thumped her fists on the chair's armrest. "My family will strip you off these fucking stars, do you get that, you idiot?""And I will tape your fucking mouth if you don't stop screaming!" He banged his fists on the table, making her blink in retreated shock. She lowered her eyes to read the nametag - Vikaas Sen. She looked around and swallowed a nervous breath. God forbid if anyone came to know that she was in the lockup, her life was finished. Looking at him again, she screamed, "Listen, I think we've got a little misunderstanding. I'm not some petty criminal you can arrest
"What is he doing here?" Raghvendra hissed at his mother, glaring at a certain direction where Ranvijay was standing and talking to the security chief. Divya threw a disgusted look at him, "What do you mean? It's his home. He can come whenever he wants. He doesn't need to ask anyone."Raghvendra slanted a cross glance at Divya and curled his palm around Jaishree's arm who was having dinner. She stiffened with the morsel in her hand as he bent towards her, "Go to the room. Now." "Why?" She asked with a frown and looked at the food, gloomily. "I haven't finished my dinner." He rolled his eyes and filled up her plate with more food, "Then take this and go to our room. If you want something, just call the maids. Don't you dare come out, Jaishree!" "Okay!" She stood up and left the table, excusing fatigue. The maids carried her food to the room and Raghvendra avoided the sizzling glare Divya sent his way. "What was that?""One must save his possessions." He chewed the words out before
Kumud Palace was a jewel at the head of the hill top. Standing proud above the meandering road through the small, green patches of forest in the course, it shone like pure melted gold in the bright sunlight. Built with yellow and red sandstone, it was a stunning proof of the architectural acumen of His Royal Highness Mahendra Pratap Raghuvanshi — the great, great grandfather of Ranvijay's mother. The palace complex was situated in an area of twenty two acres of single land, in the lap of magnificent lush grass that was mowed artistically and felt like a downy rug beneath bare feet. A prominent section of the palace was open to the public for cultural and religious events to make the people of Amergarh feel connected to the royalties while the major portion of it was used for the residential purpose. Entire complex was divided into four wings; the north wing limited the access of the public with hotel and luxurious presidential suites, public libraries, art galleries, five-star resta
The night dragged a snail's pace for Ranvijay, per usual. Matsyaa was dominating his mind once again. Entire Haveli was silenced into a deep slumber but his eyes were wide awake, deliberating the faraway greenery. Even the desert met life at one point, so why wouldn't he get that privilege? He sucked on the roll and released a white puff of smoke. The nicotine polluted the air and filled his lungs, but he didn't fucking care. He needed that — needed something more intoxicating than the girl driving his thoughts wild. All he wanted was to go to her home, throw her on his shoulder and bring her back with him.A chortle left his lips. If he'd told her that, Matsyaa would've run to the hills. The smile left his lips, instantly. She did run away from him, even though he was trying to be decent with her. It wasn't his fault that she screwed up his common sense. Once he got closer to her, he had no control on himself - no leash, whatsoever. Matsyaa Rathore was perfect. So perfect for him th
Matsyaa never felt so ashamed before. She was sitting on her bed, hiding her face in her folded knees and hiccuping. Her mother was hugging her sideways and brushing her hair on her back, but Matsyaa never looked up to see any of them. Her entire family was gathered in her room, silently mourning for her trampled pride. They were tired of asking her but she refused to answer anything. Arush had told them about the condition he found her in when he had come to look for her after she didn't come back. She was shivering badly. Her face was full of tears and her breathing was labored. Arush had asked her time and again about what happened but when she hugged him and started crying bitterly, he had brought her home without questioning further. Prem and others had followed them quickly after they got a call from home. Though Matsyaa said nothing, everyone understood what had happened."Matsyaa, honey, stop crying. You're going to fall sick!" Gauri said softly, brushing her hair back from
Ranvijay was usually a very calm and composed man. Worst of the situations hadn't been strong enough to sway his mind ever. He'd dealt with enemies for so long as he remembered and was never perturbed as much as he was right then. He knew it was going to lead everything south, but he was fucking tempted to take the risk. His discipline, his self-control and his patience all fell apart like the rotten thread of a worn out garment as soon as Matsyaa's sweet scent hit him like a wall. She knew how to tease senses. The grapes mixed with vanilla and another sickeningly sweet smell had his nerve endings at fire. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh. Damn! He came there to only talk to her. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to use his mouth just for saying something. He wanted more. A touch so intimate and so deep that she would feel his imprints on her soul. Like he had stamped her. And he liked the idea. He wanted to claim his territory, so that others would know she was his.'Only mine!
Mastyaa flicked the excess shadow from the brush and smudged along her eyelids to the arch of her eyebrows. Smiling at her pretty reflection, she pulled out a satisfied breath. Her jubilant eyes were fixed on the artwork in her neckline of her blouse. She ran a hand over them, feeling all the beautiful pearls and stones under her soft palm. A smile fitted her lips. She held the sides of her skirt and twirled side by side to look at the dress. It was gorgeous. She hadn't worn Indian attire in a long time, especially not after coming to India. She was giddy like a teenager to wear the skirt and the blouse. The heavy layers in the skirt made it circle beautifully when she did a round, and the back of the blouse was amazingly designed with a thread looped in a criss cross manner all over her back. She quickly fixed the long hoops her mother had given to her to match with the dress. "Matsyaa? Are you ready, darling?" Her aunt smiled, stepping in the room and she nodded, looking through t
Sleep was miles away from his eyes, just like Matsyaa. Ranvijay spent the entire night tossing and turning and thinking about her full-fledged rejection. He sat up on the bed, unable to sleep and got out on the porch. The night wind grazed his naked chest soothingly as he pored over the garden, supporting his palms on the stone balustrade.Even the serenity of the night failed to calm down the storm in him. The episode of the day rewinded itself in his mind, echoing and coming to poke the sides of his head like an eagle. The one thing running in his mind was the clear rejection she'd thrown at him, and that didn't please him. "How dare you?" His teeth grounded. Did he mistake her as someone else? Who was this proud, ill-mannered girl? What did she think of herself? He'd personally picked those gifts for her. Those were the token of his love and she trampled them under her heels like they mattered nothing. Like he mattered nothing! His jaw clenched to the point that his molars star
Matsyaa jolted awake with a scream. It had to be eight in the morning when her idiot brother sneaked in her room and burst the bunches of balloons he'd tied onto the bedpost. With her hair strewn like a bird's nest, she sat ramrod straight on the mattress and stared at him, blankly. A flash made her momentarily blind. For a brief second, she couldn't understand what happened until Arush's hyena-like laughter cleared the fog in her mind. She bawled her fists and threw a pillow at him, screaming. "You stinking piece of horsefly shit! How dare you?" Arush neatly escaped from her target and grinned at his camera, "Why so grumpy? I was just trying to wake you up, Matsyaa Rani. (Queen)" He teased using the nickname she'd gotten from her late grandmother. "Come on, lazy bum. Hobble out.""Says who? You?" She glared, rolling out of the bed. She grabbed the cushion and flung it on him. It hit him right on his nose and he winced. She gave him a winning smirk and he grunted, "I woke up two hou