The evening sky was painted in hues of orange and gold as the sun prepared to drown beyond the horizon. Clouds floated lazily, carefree, mirroring the tranquility of the moment. A cool breeze whispered through the sacred grounds of the Devi Mata temple, carrying with it the essence of a future that will change everything.

Seated alone in the garden area outside the temple, Randheer Singh Thakur leaned against the bench, his sharp gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

This place held memories-of his mother, of her comforting presence, of the times she had brought him here as a child. Every Friday, he found himself returning, seeking solace in the temple's sanctity.

Today was no different. He was lost in his thoughts, when suddenly a sound hit making his breath hitch. A voice-soft, melodic, soothing-pierced through the silence and reached his ears like a forgotten melody.

"अँखियों के झरोखों से मैंने देखा जो साँवरे
अँखियों के झरोखों से मैंने देखा जो साँवरे
तुम बड़ी दूर आए, बड़ी, बड़ी दूर आए
बंद करके झरोखों को ज़रा बैठी जो सोचने
बंद करके झरोखों को ज़रा बैठी जो सोचने
मन में तुम ही मुस्काए
मन में तुम ही मुस्काए
अँखियों के झरोखों से…"

The moment that voice graced his ears, a rare, unplanned smile stretched across Randheer’s lips.
He knew this voice.

For years, he had heard it, always from afar, but had never seen the face behind it. And yet, this voice had unknowingly become the reason why he returned to this garden every single week.

It was an addiction. A secret he had never admitted, not even to himself.

Letting his head rest against the back of the bench, Randheer closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment. Living in that melody.

On the other side of the garden, oblivious to the storm she had unknowingly created, Ragini sat on a bench, humming softly as she scribbled something in her diary. A small smile played on her lips as she continued,

"एक मन था मेरे पास, वो अब खोने लगा है
पाकर तुम्हें है मुझे कुछ होने लगा है
एक मन था मेरे पास, वो अब खोने लगा है
पाकर तुम्हें है मुझे कुछ होने लगा है
एक तेरे भरोज़े पे सब बैठी हूँ भूल के
एक तेरे भरोज़े पे सब बैठी हूँ भूल के
यूँ ही उमर गुजर जाए, तेरे साथ गुजर जाए
अँखियों के झरोखों से…

जीती हूँ तुझे देखकर, मरती हूँ तुम ही पे
तुम हो जहाँ सजना, मेरी दुनिया है वहीं पे
जीती हूँ तुझे देखकर, मरती हूँ तुम ही पे
तुम हो जहाँ सजना, मेरी दुनिया है वहीं पे
दिन-रात दुआ माँगे मेरा मन तेरे वास्ते
दिन-रात दुआ माँगे मेरा मन तेरे वास्ते
कभी अपनी उम्मीदों का कहीं फूल ना मुरझाए
अँखियों के झरोखों से…"

Randheer’s chest tightened.

A sudden, uncontrollable urge took root in him-an unexplainable need to see the of this voice. To know who she was...

Pulling him always..

Before he could stop himself, he stood up. His dark eyes scanned the garden, moving restlessly over every person present. And then, he saw her.

She was sitting on the bench, lost in her own world.
The moment Randheer’s eyes fell on her, time ceased to exist.
His heart slammed against his ribs.

Ragini..

She was his search. His destination.

For a man who had conquered the world without flinching, this moment felt like a battle lost.

She was a vision. Ethereal. A kind of beauty that didn’t just demand attention-it captured it, bound it in shackles, and refused to let go. The gentle breeze toyed with her hair, and the golden glow of the setting sun only amplified her innocence.

For a man like Randheer Singh Thakur, who had only ever bowed before power, this girl felt like a goddess.

And he…a mere devotee.

But Ragini, unaware of the storm she had unleashed, kept singing-her voice holding a divine purity that made it impossible for Randheer to look away.

"मैं जबसे तेरे प्यार के रंगों में रंगी हूँ
जगते हुए सोई नहीं, नींदों में जागी हूँ
मैं जबसे तेरे प्यार के रंगों में रंगी हूँ
जगते हुए सोई नहीं, नींदों में जागी हूँ
मेरे प्यार भरे सपने कहीं कोई ना छीन ले
मेरे प्यार भरे सपने कहीं कोई ना छीन ले
मन सोच के घबराए, यही सोच के घबराए
अँखियों के झरोखों से मैंने देखा जो साँवरे
तुम बड़ी दूर आए, बड़ी, बड़ी दूर आए
बंद करके झरोखों को ज़रा बैठी जो सोचने
मन में तुम ही मुस्काए
मन में तुम ही मुस्काए.."

Randheer took a step closer. Then another.
And then, he was standing right behind her.

After completing the song, Ragini let out a soft breath, soaking in the peaceful moment, before she stood up. And as she turned, their eyes met.

The world around them blurred. The cold breeze hummed an unfamiliar tune, and their racing heartbeats became its lyrics.

For the first time, Randheer Singh Thakur was speechless.

But before he could make sense of his emotions, Ragini broke the silence.

"You... You are...here?" she asked, brows furrowing in curiosity. And a serene smile playing on her lips.

Randheer exhaled, tearing his gaze away, hiding the turmoil within. He needed to leave. To breath. To let his mind absorb. This is the girl whose voice was his only addiction.

But before he could take a step, her voice stopped him again.

"Hi! You remember me, right? We met yesterday... How’s that puppy?"

"P-Puppy?"
For the first time in his life, Randheer Singh Thakur stammered.

The girl in front of him was unaffected, smiling at him as if he were just another person. As if he weren’t the most feared man in Rajasthan. Rulling the underworld like no one does. No one will ever.

"Yeah, the little one you saved. Is he alright?" she asked cheerfully.

Randheer cleared his throat, composing himself. "He... he is fine."

But his usual firm tone had softened. His sharp eyes refused to meet hers. And his heart?

Well, his heart had never been in his control when it came to her.

Ragini, oblivious to the effect she had on him, continued,
"You also like spending time here in the evenings? The weather, the clouds, the wind- everything is so beautiful, right? And the Aarti! Sometimes I sing for it, like today I did... You were there, weren’t you?"

Randheer nodded, unwilling to admit that he had been lost in her voice. For years..

"You know," she smiled, taking her hand out for a handshake, "I’m Ragini. You?"

Randheer froze.

The moment her name left her lips, the world around him shattered.

His mind raced back to the car he had seen her get into—the car that had a Pratap emblem.

"Ragini… Pratap… Singh," he whispered under his breath.

She was his enemy’s sister.

She was Naveen Pratap Singh’s little sister.

And he… he had fallen for her voice. And not just that, his eyes stopped on her face.

Exactly like the day,he first saw her, noticed each and every details of her face and her eyes.
Dark blue, sea deep eye doing a tragic to him, drowning the man who never goes around sea.

Before his emotions could betray him, Randheer stepped back. His gaze hardened, his expression turning cold.

"You need not know," he said flatly. And then, he walked away.

Ragini stared at him, confused by his sudden change in behavior. Taking her hand back, she mumbled, "Rude!"

Just then, her phone rang. The moment she saw the caller ID, she gasped. "Bhaiya!" she whispered and rushed out of the temple
Outside, Randheer stood frozen beside his car.

He watched as Ragini got into the Pratap car, and it drove away.

His fists clenched. His mind was at war with his heart. He had just seen heaven, only to realize it was forbidden.

"Ragini Pratap Singh..."

His jaw tightened. His entire life had been about power, revenge, and war. He could not afford feelings.

But what if it was too late?

What if, despite everything, she was already his?

Would he name this madness? Or burn it deep inside him?

And when the time came, would Ragini choose her love or her family?
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That Evening, Pratap Mansion

Dinner was served, and the family sat together, yet Ragini’s focus remained on her phone. The flickering emotions on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Naveen.

“What happened, Ragini?” he asked, setting down his spoon.

“Bhai, actually, there’s a fest at my college.. tomorrow.. I'll get the award!” she replied.

“That’s great! I’ll be there with you,” Siddharth announced enthusiastically.

“Hm. Take Siddharth and your Bhabhi with you,” Naveen stated.

Ragini's hopeful expression dimmed. “Bhai, you won’t come? I’m receiving an award…” Her voice held disappointment, a subtle plea wrapped in those few words.

A sigh escaped Naveen. “I’m sorry, Princess.. I really wish I could.”

She didn’t say anything after that, but the quiet shift in her demeanor spoke volumes. The table, once lively, turned silent as everyone sensed her unspoken sadness.

Later that night, after dinner, the family retired to their rooms. In Naveen and Navya’s bedroom, she entered with a glass of warm milk, finding him lost in his laptop.

“We should be by her side in every situation,” Navya said almost angrily yet softly, placing the glass on the table.

Naveen looked up, his expression torn. “I wanted to, but..”

Before he could finish, Navya knelt beside him, her voice carrying warmth. “It’s not about reasons, Pratap Ji. Who else does she have but us? It’s just us… Please, for her happiness…”

A faint smile touched Naveen’s lips. His wife,so deeply woven into his family, always putting their happiness first.

In a swift motion, he pulled her onto his lap. A gasp escaped her as her hands instinctively curled around his neck. His grip firmed on her waist, his fingers grazing the exposed skin beneath her thin saree.

“Naveen Ji…” she murmured, her cheeks warming.

But he only tucked a stray strand behind her ear, his voice turning husky. “Relax, Biwi Sa… she is my sister. I know how to prioritise her..”

“And nothing to me?” she asked softly, her gaze searching his. He chuckled slightly. Then suddenly -

Naveen’s expression shifted, his smile fading into something more profound. He exhaled. “Navya, I know you care for her. But I need to finish what the Thakurs started… for our family.”

“Can we let it end?” she pleaded.

His jaw tightened. “We can’t even think of that. It’s a fire they ignited. I won’t play savior,I want them to suffer the way they made me suffer..”

His voice was edged with suppressed anger, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Navya placed her hands on his chest, sensing the familiar ache in him.

“Naveen Ji…” she whispered. “Calm down.”

He inhaled deeply, and just as quickly as the storm had risen, it crumbled. His hold on her tightened, his head resting against her chest.

“They took everything from me, Navya. My parents… and then, my siblings and I were left as orphans. I can never forgive them. Especially him… Randheer Singh Thakur.” His voice cracked, revealing the raw wound he hid beneath his steel exterior.

Navya stroked his hair, whispering, “You’re not losing anything again, Pratap Ji. Look at me.”

He lifted his gaze, and she smiled, wiping away the lone tear at the corner of his eye. Resting her head against his chest, she placed a reassuring hand over his heart.

“I, Ragini, and Siddharth… we will always be with you. You’re our strength. Our hero.”

Naveen exhaled, his arms circling her. “And you,you are my queen..”

Navya chuckled softly. “Now, come on… sleep. Finish your work tomorrow.” She reached over, closing his laptop.

Naveen didn’t argue. Instead, in one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms. A surprised gasp left her lips, and she clutched onto him as he carried her to bed.

Laying her down, he settled beside her, and Navya instinctively curled into his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of his toned chest, and she traced the fabric like a kid.

Naveen’s fingers found her waist again, pulling her even closer. “You must be tired. Sleep, Biwi.”

Navya tilted her face up, innocently she spoke, “Not really…”

But her words worked something else on Naveen, a smirk played on his lips. “So, you want me to make you tired?” he murmured in his ear. His warm breath making her shiver.

Her breath hitched. She averted her gaze, her cheeks deepening in color.
"We should sleep.." she spoke biting her lips.

Naveen chuckled, amused by how she still blushed,even after twelve years of marriage. His fingers lifted her chin, making her meet his intense gaze.
“Biwi, it’s been more than a decade. Why are you still so shy around me?”

“Pratap Ji…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

But before she could say more, his lips brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver through her.

Twelve years. And yet, his touch still set her heart racing like the first time she saw him.

Naveen trailed soft kisses along her jaw, his lips capturing hers in a slow, intoxicating kiss. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, silently surrendering to him.

As his grip on her waist tightened, his lips moved down the column of her throat. Her fingers tangled into his hair, her body arching toward him.

With one swift movement, his shirt was discarded, and his lips ventured lower.

Her saree, a delicate barrier, now lay forgotten. Naveen’s hands memorized every inch of her, while his lips left a trail of devotion. Not just marking her, worshipping her.

Navya closed her eyes, her fist clutched on bedsheet holding it for life. Naveen smiled watching her still so shy and with a assurance he wrapped his fingers on her hand.

Naveen captured her lips in another soothing devoted kiss. And Navya simply accepted him.

The room was soon filled with warmth, soft gasps, and the rhythm of love.

Navya surrendered to him completely, their souls intertwining under the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

That night, there was no past, no worries. Only them.

Wrapped in each other’s embrace, finding solace in the love that had only deepened with time.

To know more, continue reading…
HER DEVOTION, HIS OBSESSION ✨

BY - GAURI "गौरी"

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