[ Indian Mafia × His Maid ]

" Ranvijay ji " she whispered, her voice quivering with a vulnerability she had never allowed herself to show. "I'm pregnant "

Arohi," he said to his maid , his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him, " Abort it. this child... it's nothing but a mistake. So abort it."

🥀Ranvijay × Arohi

The city of Jaipur did not sleep; it simmered. Beneath the veneer of palatial forts and vibrant markets, there brewed a tale of power and deceit. The Shekhawat empire, a name whispered with both reverence and fear, was preparing for an event that would solidify their reign-a wedding destined to intertwine with the city's fate.

The bride had been chosen, her lineage impeccable, her name-Tiya-destined to be etched alongside the Shekhawats. But destiny is a fickle mistress, and the bride was nowhere to be found. In the chaos of her absence, a figure emerged from the shadows, a presence as unassuming as a maid yet as disruptive as a storm.

In the grand halls of the Shekhawat mansion, where secrets clung to the walls like the scent of jasmine, the enigmatic Arohi appeared. Her eyes held stories untold, her touch promised solace, and her whispers carried the weight of unsaid promises.

Ranvijay Shekhawat, the heir to a legacy of silent battles and unseen victories, found himself drawn to this mysterious woman. She was a puzzle, a challenge, a temptation he had not anticipated. And as the wedding loomed closer, the lines between ally and adversary, love and duty, began to blur.

In a world where every smile hides a strategy and every gesture could be a gambit, the game of hearts and thrones commenced. And so, the story began-not with a name, but with a question: Who will emerge unscathed when the masks finally fall?

■this story will have mature language

■ this is a imaginary story . resemblance of the events happening in this story , in real life is just a mere coincidence.