Ragini POV

I was sitting beside him, the man whose wrath and heavy arms are enough to strangulate anyone to death. Dhanraj Singh Thakur is a renowned wrestler, and his heavy biceps and well toned muscles are the reasons why, any woman parts her legs for him, but I wasn't any woman. Being a Narayan devotee, I've always practiced the Satvik lifestyle - no alcohol, meat, unholiness, cuss words or illegitimate relationships.

My father had always shamed me for not using my body to earn money, but I couldn't do that. It wasn't like someone had stopped me from doing all this, it was just my own will to stay like the way I was living.

Never in my worst nightmares, I had imagined of such a married life. This seemed more like a prey and predator relationship, where undoubtedly, I was the poor prey. Aahhh! Why did you do this to me, Narayan?

The destination was afar, and I was feeling drowsy. I didn't realise when my head fell on his hard shoulder, and I flinch startled. His astonished gaze shifted to me, and I turned my face on the other side to escape his sight. He spread his long arm, behind my nape, on the seat, and muttered in his intimidating, yet low voice

"Neend aa rahi ho to so jao, hum thaam ke rakhenge tumhe."

"You may sleep if you are feeling drowsy, I'll hold you."

I shifted a little away, listening to his masculine heavy voice for the first time, that too so close to me. His arm, that was resting on the seat, behind me, came down and wrapped me in his embrace. I quivered at his touch, but it seemed pacifying, so I repositioned myself to get more closer to him, to place my head on the side of shoulder.

He adjusted himself, to make my head rest on one side of his robust chest, and his gesture bewildered me for a second. Was he really the heartless 'mad bull' of the Thakur family, whose rumours I had been eavesdropping till now? How could he act like he cared for me? A buoyant yawn disturbed the cascade of my thoughts, and I closed my eyes.

A speed breaker hindered our calmness, but he held me tightly immediately, to prevent me from waking up, and I didn't realise when I actually drifted off to sleep.

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Dhanraj POV

I leaned a little closer to her deliberately, to make her lie on my chest. I eavesdropped her father, and my heart shattered into millions of pieces, deciphering how worse her life would have been, with her own family.

I hadn't seen her yet, but now, when she was sleeping peacefully on my chest. I stole glances of her glowing face, and her enchanting body. Her serene warm breath was colliding with the bare portion of my chest, and I smiled effortlessly, gazing at her dozing petite figure.

She wiggled cozily, and I snaked my other arm around her slender figure, so that she doesn't get disturbed. Her alluring countenance impelled me to keep ogling her, and I did it gaily.

She kept nuzzling me in her slumber, and I stiffened my grip around her, to prevent her from waking up. She sleeps like a baby! Pappa had told us that she was twenty one, but she seemed quite younger.

I still didn't know her name, as I was never interested in knowing it, but now, after seeing her, I wanted to know every inch of her. Why did her father say that to her? Why did he sell her to us? What did she like? What does she expect from me? However, I am someone who can never fulfill anyone's reckoning, but her aura was urging me to mould myself, as per her wishes.

I rested my head over hers, to prevent her from waking up because of the jerks, and I didn't comprehend when we reached home.

"Aye suno...hum Ghar aa gaye!"

"Hey listen...we are home!"

I mumbled, leaning close to her ear, and she nudged again, but this time, with a pout. Glistening my lips with my tongue, I restricted myself of thinking ill about her, as she may not like that, at this juncture.

"Umm..suno na yaar!"

"Hey! Listen!"

My voice turned a little louder, and she flinched with astonished expressions. Rubbing her eyes like a kid, she glanced at me, with quizzical mien, and eyebrows arched in a line.

I smirked, as she readjusted herself remembering the situation, after a few moments of confusion.

"Tumhara naam kya hai?"

"What is your name?"

I asked, and she wavered a little, before muttering

"Ragini"

Ahh! Her voice! As if someone poured honey into my ears. I could stake anything on the fact that her voice was meant for singing.

The servant unlocked the door of the car, and I came out of it. Proceeding towards her side, I opened the rear door for her, and forwarded my hand for her to hold it, that she took after a little hesitation.

Stepping out, her eyes widened with astonishment and awe, staring at our resplendent mansion. Her hand extemporaneously tightened, entangling our fingers quite firmly.

"Tumhara hi Ghar hai."

"It's your home."

I maffled, genuflecting a little, to match her height. She was small as compared to me, her head would land in between my bosom, if she embraced me.

Glancing at me with perplexed expressions, she began strolling, alongside me. I took tiny steps too, so that I could match her pace.

Ma was waiting for us at the entrance, with a huge grin on her face, and the aarti thaal.

Ragini POV

All this was appearing quite peculiar to me. The way he was behaving, is something that I had never expected, not even in my dreams. Was he really a nice man?

We progressed to the entrance of his mansion, and his mother performed the ceremony of aarti, but deep down my heart knew, that all these were just rituals. Poor Ragini, you are no less than a servant for this family, and a sex doll for the man standing beside you - my heart murmured to me.

"Ao beti"

"Come, daughter!"

An impromptu smile adorned my face, just by listening to the serene voice of his mother, and the mention of me as 'beti'. Her vibe seemed quite genuine.

Placing a kalash filled with rice grains, she asked me to push it lightly, using my right foot, and I did so.

"Nazar na Lage hamare Ghar ki Lakshmi ko."

"May the Lakshmi of our family stay safe from the evil eye."

She curled her palm around me, and placed it folded, on the sides of her head. The corners of my eyes got filled with tears subconsciously, as I had never experienced such affection all my life.

My Maasi had told me that weeping at the entrance of sasural isn't considered as a good omen, so I cleared my throat, and advanced to put my feet on the Alta thaal. I proceeded inside the mansion, and that was when I realised that I was walking on a white cotton cloth.

His mother asked me to come out of that cloth passage, and I did so. She asked the servants to overlap it adequately, once my footprints get scorched.

She ushered me to their temple, along with him, and asked me to perform the aarti. This was my favourite task, so I did it perfectly. His mother's eyes had accumulated tears, listening to my voice, and he also seemed enchanted by me.

There were two more men, who attended the aarti, and I recognised one of them - he was Bade Thakur saheb, but I couldn't concede the second one.

"Pranam bhabhi, hum Jairaj, apke dewar....par aap humko apna Bhai...aur usse zyada apna dost samjhiye."

"Greetings, bhabhi, I am Jairaj, your brother-in-law.....but consider me your brother...and more than that, a friend."

He strolled to me, and bent down to touch my feet. I flinched a little, discerning the difference between our status, but his mother signalled me to stay still. Placing my hand on his head, I straightened him up lovingly.

"You can ask me anything bhabhi, just in case you want to avoid bhaiya."

He teased the man standing beside me, and received a loving slap from him. They were having a good time talking to each other, when Bade Thakur saheb interrupted.

"Chalo Bahurani aram karlo."

"Take rest, daughter!"

I advanced to touch his feet, followed by touching his mother's feet.

"Stay happy and blessed." His mother whispered, raising me up.

"Fatafat humko pote dedo."

"Give us our grandsons as soon as possible."

Bade Thakur saheb blessed me, and his brother frowned.

"Why only grandson, and not a grand daughter?"

His brother asked, with infuriated countenance

"Aye betwa...eka hum hiyan pota Jane ke bare laye hai, mauj masti ke bare nai...aur hona to pota hai chahiye...ladki nahi chahiye Hume."

"Listen son...I've brought this woman here so that she can produce heirs...and it should be grandsons only...we don't need daughters."

Bade Thakur saheb declared, and I felt sharp pain in my chest region, perceiving that he wasn't too different from my father.

Jai argued with him a little, but his mother stopped both of them from extending this conversation.

Holding my shoulders, she began escorting me to the room.

"She must be tired of the journey. Let her take rest."

I pivoted my head sideways to admire the majestic interiors of the mansion, alongwith glorious intricate designs on the ceiling and the walls. I was taken to the first floor, and she unlocked a room.

Hey Narayan! The room was bigger than two times of my hut. I gulped, gawking at the opulence of this family. His mother assisted me to the bed, and we got seated there comfortably.

"Daughter, I've no idea about your father. I mean I didn't like the way he sold you."

She asserted, and the last words spoken by my father to me, started hazing my mind, causing tears to pool up at the corner of my eyes.

"I don't know what kind of treatment you received there, but here, consider me your mother."

She proclaimed, holding my palm between her soft, and a little wrinkled hands. I preferred keeping my tear filled gaze low.

"My second son is a gone case, but he has never touched any woman, without her consent, so don't worry. Give this relationship some time, maybe you can love him, the way I couldn't do."

She muttered, and I felt a change in the tone of her voice. Tears had assembled at the corner of her eyes too. I stole a glance of her, and wiped a lone tear off her eyes, that was about to travel down her cheek.

"You know, Balraj was just three, when Dhanraj was born, and my husband...he didn't give me much rest. In the name of celebrating the birth of two sons, he impregnated me again, and his mother urged him to get the gender of the baby checked, before aborting it. That was son again, so they dropped the idea of aborting him. This is how Jairaj was born. I was on the verge of dying, but nobody cared much, since I was just an heir producing machine for them, who had already yielded three sons. But I survived, and all my focus, care and love shifted to Jai, when Dhanu was just one. Dhanu needed my touch, my affection and my attention, but I couldn't give that to him wholly. Jai was always there to split it, and my second son began feeling left out, and lonely. My husband was fond of Balraj, and my time was allotted to Jairaj. Dhanraj was left neglected, and that is why he got influenced by his spoilt friends, to do all the activities, that are morally wrong."

I felt like a dagger pieced through my heart, listening to the brutalities she had gone through. Now, I could sense the meaning behind Bade Thakur saheb's words. Clutching my palm firmly, and glancing at me with hopeful gaze, she mumbled

"Please take good care of him. He is deprived of love, and I was not able to establish that bond again. Love him! This is all he needs."

I nodded at her words, though I knew that I couldn't even look at him directly, let alone the love.

"I'll get the dinner for you in an hour. Change and sleep till then."

She commanded, straightening herself up, and I nodded. I locked the door, and roamed in his room, analysing and admiring everything that was kept here.

Changing into a lighter pair, I lied down on his bed, that was too soft and comfortable to invoke sleep for me, but my tiredness overpowered my routine, and I was eventually engulfed by a deep slumber.

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Author POV

"Saali, socha tha usko milke pelenge lekin is harami Jaswant ne sare plan pe hag diya. Ab us saand ki baaho se kaise nikal payenge us kutiya ko?"

"Fuck! We had plans of gang-raping her, but that bastard Jaswant ruined our intentions. How will we get that bitch now, when she is married to that mad bull?"

One of the four men, sitting around a table, bedecked with alcoholic beverages and a few snacks, growled

"Tadpayi to wo jayegi..saala aise nahi to waise...hume na karke gayi thi na. Ab dekh uske sath kya hota hai?"

"She will suffer undoubtedly. How could she say no to us? Now see, what happens to her?"

Another one, who was none other than the son of the Sarpanch of her village, exclaimed

"As per your orders, I've got this drug."

The third one muttered, offering a sachet to the main man, who was the son of the Sarpanch.

"This drug is libido enhancer. Once we give it to that mad bull, he will go crazier, and the moment he witnesses the beauty of Ragini, dressed as his bride, his control would shatter, and he will force himself on her..... tormenting her badly."

The Sarpanch's son declared, and the other three guffawed, listening to his idea.

"Kya ho raha hai yaha?"

"What's happening here?"

Dhanraj roared, coming closer to them.

"Arre bhaiya, pranam! Badhai ho badhai..hamare gaav ki sabse khabsurat ladki apki hui. Is Khushi me ek peg to Banta hai."

"Greetings Bhaiya! And heartiest congratulations, you got married to the most beautiful girl of our village. You'll have to drink with us to celebrate this moment."

One of them nudged Dhanraj, and he jerked him off.

"Are you mad? It's my wedding night, I can't drink tonight."

Dhanraj asserted, and the other one poked up

"To celebrate your fate, and Bhabhi's presence in your life. Just one, bhaiya... please."

Another one cooed to Dhanraj, offering a glass to him, that was partially filled. Dhanraj's gaze wavered sideways, for a few moments, before he grabbed the glass, to finish it off in one go.

"Je baat bhaiya!"

"That's our brother!"

The son of the Sarpanch cheered, and everyone started hooting.

One of them had already added the drug into this drink, that Dhanraj had just gulped. Dhanraj began feeling high, and stood up to proceed to his room, unaware of the cyclone that was waiting to devastate his life, along with Ragini's too.

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Ragini POV

Finishing up the dinner, I was being embellished in a dark maroon coloured lehenga, with minimal jewellery, that were considered as suhaag (important for a married woman).

It involved nose ring, toe-rings, heavy anklets, mangalsutra (nuptial chain), wedding bangles and a kumkum bindi. I did not apply the vermillion, as the servants told me that he would himself fill the partition of my hairline again.

The servants were praising my beauty, and I smiled timidly listening to their teasing words. My mother-in-law had already left, after feeding me with her own hands, unlike my father.

I was falling in love with this place now, but somewhere my betrayed heart was scared to feel his presence near me, that too when I was alone.

Placing my hand on my chest, I calmed it down. Ma had already told me that he wouldn't force himself on me. Since that was my only fear, I shouldn't be scared anymore.

The ladies made me sit on the bed, and covered me with a transparent veil. Asking me to wait for the arrival of my husband, and they went away

Half an hour passed, and I began feeling drowsy.

*Thud*

The door opened with jerk, and I flinched, looking at him. He locked the door, and my heart began pounding inside my chest. His gait appeared disturbed, and now, I was frightened to the core.

He advanced to me in faltered fashion, and I gulped, imagining the wildest scenarios that could take place tonight.

He placed both of his hands on the bed, like a predator, right before me, and I peeped into his eyes, through my veil, that seemed scowled.

My lips began quivering, followed by my entire body. He clutched my veil, and unclothed me of it, in a jolt.

I extemporaneously shifted back, supporting my body on my palms, and he grabbed my thighs roughly, and yanked me to him.

"Nahiiiiiiiiiiii...nahiii please!"

"Noooo....no please!"

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