LOGIN"Wo kya hai ji?" She asked impatiently. (Translation: What's that?) "Thirteen ka table." He said and she giggled loudly at his words which made him chuckle too. (Translation: Multiplication table of thirteen.) "Sahi se bataiye na." She said facing him and rested her head on the seat. (Translation: Tell honestly.) "Pyaari-pyaari baatein karna aur mujhe hasa dena." He said honestly and looked at her amiably. (Translation: Saying sweet things and making me laugh.) "Aap ko koi aur nahi hasa sakta kya ji?" She asked and he shook his head in denial. (Translation: Can't anyone else make you laugh?) "Lekin kyun ji?" She asked with a frown. (Translation: But why?) "Kyun ki har koi mere bacche jaisa nahi hai na." He said and she nodded, satisfied with the answer. Then he started the engine. He glanced at her tired face. (Translation: After all, not everyone is like my kiddo, you know.) "Ab chaliye chal kar aap ke chhote se pet ko kuchh khilate hain." He said. (Tran
Every distant voice from downstairs made her instinctively look toward him. She wasn't healing. She was hiding. Even if she was habitual of humiliation that thing still hurt and after getting it again in front of everyone, it stung. And Ryker refused to let fear imprison her. He quietly closed the notebook she had been studying from. "Bacche." He called out. (Translation: Kiddo.) "Ji?" She looked up immediately. (Translation: Yes?) "Aap apne shoes pehen kar taiyyar ho jaiye." He said. (Translation: Get ready with your shoes.) "Kyun ji?" She blinked. (Translation: Why?) "Hum bahar jaa rahe hain." He answered. (Translation: We are going out.) "Abhi?" Her brows knitted together. (Translation: Now?) "Lekin kahan ji?" She again asked. (Translation: But where?) "Aap ko pata chal jayega." He said with a small and comforting smile. (Translation: You will find out.) "Theek hai." She looked at him for another second before obediently nodding. (Translation: Ok
He started caressing her hair with one hand and the other hand was secured around her waist. She was humming something to herself with her finger moving on the side of his chest. A smile automatically played on his lips at her innocent gesture. And soon her finger stopped moving as well as her humming and he understood that she slept already. The warmth disappeared from his eyes slowly and now he was focused on what happened with her in the haveli. He knew he was so close to his goal and the haveli people wouldn't be able to live peacefully from now on. On the other hand, she would also get to know some shocking truths about herself and he would leave the decision on her if she wants to stay with him anymore or not. Even though he wants her never to leave her but after knowing the whole truth he was sure she would be conflicted and it wasn't like the engagement thing happened with her consent. He had to do it to save and she just accepted it as her reality. He doesn't want that.
Her fingers instinctively touched the hidden place where she usually kept it. Even though it's hidden from everyone's eyes, even sometimes she forgets that it's there but since the day he had given her that dagger she always keeps it close like a part of her body. "Aap hamesha use apne paas rakhti hain." She nodded. (Translation: You always keep it with you.) "Haan. Lekin ise sirf apne paas rakhna hi kafi nahin hai." She looked back at him. (Translation: Yes. But simply keeping it to yourself is not enough.) "Agar aapko uska istemaal karna nahin aata toh ye metal ke ek tukde se zyada kuch nahin reh jata." His voice remained gentle. (Translation: If you don't know how to use it, it becomes nothing more than a piece of metal.) "Main chahta hoon ki aap seekh'ein. Use kaise pakadna, apna bachav karna. Kaise kisi mushkil se bach'ein. Aur kisi ko aap par haath uthane se pehle do baar sochne par majboor kaise karen." He completed, in very simple words. (Translation: I want yo
The door of their room closed softly behind them. The noise. The accusations. The frightened whispers downstairs. Everything was shut outside that one wooden door. Only silence remained. A heavy aching silence. Ryker walked straight to the bed. He sat down carefully without disturbing the girl in his arms. The moment he settled Inaayat instinctively curled even closer. As if her body had made the decision before her mind. She tucked herself completely against him. Her forehead beneath his chin. One arm around his waist. The other gripped the front of his kurta so tightly that her tiny knuckles had turned white. She wasn't simply hugging him anymore. She was clinging to him. Like if she loosened her grip he would disappear too. Ryker looked down at her. For a man who couldn't tolerate any kind of physical contact who instinctively stepped away whenever anyone touched him this scene would've seemed impossible. Yet not once did he try to move her away. Not once did he tell her to s
The hall remained frozen. No one dared move. The broken necklace had already been carried away. The suitcase full of money still lay open on the marble floor. For one fleeting moment many of them believed it was over. That Ryker had made his point. That Sudha had been humiliated enough. That this nightmare would finally end. They were wrong. Ryker didn't move. Inaayat still leaned weakly against him, her fingers curled into the fabric of his kurta. His arm remained firmly around her. Then without looking away from Sudha he spoke. One calm question. "On what basis did you decide she was the thief?" Sudha hesitated. Her confidence had already crumbled. "B-Because the necklace was found in her clothes." Ryker nodded once. As though acknowledging the answer. "And that cupboard belongs to whom?" Then he asked another. "To her room." Sudha frowned. "Our room." Ryker corrected. "The cupboard belongs to both of us." Silence. He continued. "Who told you those clothes were ar
He settled her down on the counter top and opened the tap making water of normal temperature to flow out of it. He took some of it in his palm and splashed gently on her face. Inaayat gasped feeling the sudden coolness of water on her face. Bhanu Pratap smiled widely at her cute looking face and he
Bhanu pratap singh was like the king of the city. Everyone used to work upon his orders and desires but he used to work upon that little three year old toddler who doesn't even know how to give orders but he always understands what she wants and he gets it for her without any second thoughts. When
He was very broken after that and no matter he tried he couldn't move on from her daughter and after many years when he saw Inaayat he couldn't stop himself from remembering her late daughter. So when Inaayat came into the haveli he took her responsibility and used to take care of her like a father
"Inu tumhe jana hai uske paas?" He questioned her directly making her feel nervous and she immediately moved her gaze down at her lap. (Translation: Inu do you want to go to him?) "Dekho Inu tumhe mujhse kuch bhi chhupane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Tum chahti ho usse baat karna?" He asked her about







