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CHAPTER 6
Ajabde Panwar raced across the dim hallways of the Panwar mansion. She stumbled as she turned across a sharp turning. A sharp pain rose up her limbs. Pulling up her skirts she limped across the landing and ducked under the tapestry reaching her rooms.
She opened the doors and slipped inside her safe heaven and turned to close the doors when a hand closed around the hinges and threw them open. Ajabde froze staring at those dark eyes which roved at her slender form.
"Go away", she spun around and walked across the room further away from his looming presence. "It is not proper for you to come into a woman's private chambers when she is alone."
She tried her best to keep her voice firm to let him know that she was serious with her decision. He had to go away. The sooner he went the better. Or God knows how long she would be able to pretend.
The doors slammed close and bolted with a click.
So attuned she was to his presence that without even seeing she could sense his determined strides towards her. She trembled with both fear and anticipation.
"Ajabde..."
Her composed dam broke at the plea in his voice. How she wished it was not so complicated. How she wished there weren't so many obstacles in their happiness. She steeled herself. She had to do it.
"Why did you come back? You shouldn't have done it. Go away."
A mocking laugh granted her words. She stilled. He wasn't supposed to act like this. He was always so calm, so reasonable, understanding. Than...
A strong hand grasped at her elbows and whirled her around.
Dark eyes glittered in utmost fury.
"Why did I come back? Because I couldn't keep myself away from you" he retorted harshly. "You don't have any idea how hard it was for me. Every time I tried to forget you, you slip into my mind destroying every shred of peace I had. I hadn't been able to concentrate in any of my works. I couldn't even manage to design a successful takeover, all the time your presence distracting and diverting me from anything I tried to do. I close my eyes, and your smile fills up my mind. I look at another woman, your face flashes through my eyes. All the time you were there taunting and teasing me like the forbidden fruit I couldn't touch. Do you know how frustrating it is? And you tell me to go away."
Ajabde stared at him in shock. In the whole time she had known him, he had never looked this battered and tired.
"Pratap..." she raised her hand gently touching his arm.
The very next second she found herself trapped against the wall by his muscular hands against his taut frame. His eyes blazed as he looked at her sending a familiar heat coursing through her veins bringing with it an undeniable longing.
"Leave me alone." She put out a hand to ward him off. He stayed silent watching her with unfathomable eyes as he gently turned her hand and dropped a kiss on her palm.
A searing heat went through her. Her resolve crumbled. The next moment she was in his arms, his hands entangled in her long mane, her head tipped back as strong lips descended on her soft ones.
This kiss was different.
The previous kisses he had bestowed upon her had always been soft and exquisitely sweet evoking a yearning in her.
But this kiss was desperate. It was as if all his self control had fled and the calm cultured mask he wore had evaporated leaving a raw feral being in its stead. Hot lips left burning imprints on her cheeks, her eyelids and her forehead as he kissed her with the same desperation with which a man drank the first drops of water he finds after a long trek in a desert.
And as suddenly it began, it stopped.
He stepped back dislodging himself from the embrace and stared at her undisguised longing in his eyes.
Ajabde raised her brown eyes to look at his glaring ones her hand reaching to her chest trying to calm her racing heart.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought dazed as her brain caught up with the events and the ramifications of her own participation hit her. He would never believe in any of her excuses of not wanting him now.
"Listen and listen well Ajabde Panwar", his harsh voice broke through her daze. "Pratap Singh Suryavanshi never lets anyone take away what is his and you would do well to remember it. I love you Ajabde. I want you and nobody would be able to stop me from having you as my wife."
Ajabde felt her suppressed tears well up her eyes at his declaration. He had always shown her how much he prized her through his actions but it was the first time he had said it aloud.
But it wasn't enough, she realised, as fear gripped her. His father...
"Don't worry about Dajiraj," he countered as if he had read her thoughts. "As I said you will be my wife and not one, not even Dajiraj will be able to stop it."
Ajabde stared at him in shock. His eyes softened.
"I am going now Ajab but I will return with your baraat. I promise you that."
It was a long time before Ajabde moved from the position she had frozen herself into at his declaration. Slowly she walked forwards.
What had happened to the polite and considerable prince she knew who would kill himself before speaking a word against his father. What had happened to him?
He fell in love with you, her heart whispered. Love changes a person. It has changed him just like you.
But I am not in love, her mind protested, I haven't changed.
Oh really, her heart sniped back. Look into the mirror why don't you?
Without hesitation her mind guided her legs to stand in front of the mirror. Her eyes met her reflection and she stilled.
The mirror no more showed the prim and proper, soft speaking, gentle daughter of Rao Mamrakh Panwar. It showed a woman who had known love for her eyes depicted a want and need no one but one in love could profess.
Her mind was hit by a barrage of memories. Meeting him the first time, him slipping on cow dung, him teasing her, taunting her, making fun of her, giving her gifts on her birthday, looking at her awestruck when she had worn the dress he gave her, smiling at her, holding her, listening to her, loving her, kissing her.
Another set of memories replaced the previous ones. Him glaring at Kunwar Brij for holding her hand, holding her closing; his hard planes pressing into her soft frame, him broken, crying in grief his head placed on her lap, his furious eyes, his rough kisses.
A shiver ran through her as an epiphany hit her shocking her to the roots of her soul forcing those three dangerous words out of her lips.
"I love him."
The two man wearing black Armani's swiftly strode into the huge multi storied building housing the GeCone Ltd.
Without any hesitation in their gait they embarked to the reception.
"Yes sirs. What may I do for you?" the receptionist asked in her routine fake polite tone, masking her irritation as she looked up from her gossip manual, at the two suited men.
"We have appointment. 10:30 am," the man carrying a briefcase replied.
Putting on another fake smile she started shifting through the appointment register and came upon the evidence of the claim. She froze in shock.
There in bold letters glinted - 10:30 am; Songara Industries.
The receptionist gulped glancing up at the two men in a different light, her mind whirring up into thousands of possibilities.
"Of course sirs. Please wait a moment; I will just ring you up."
Quickly she dialled the intercom tapping her fingers impatiently.
"What?" a rough voice barked through the phone.
"Sir your 10:30 is here. It is the S..."
"Just send them up."
"But sir it is the ..."
"Do what I am telling you" her boss countered harshly. "And since when do you ring me before appointments. If they have it, let them come up."
She paused shaking her head at her boss's pigheadedness.
"Yes sir. Right away sir" she sighed.
Disconnecting she looked up at the two devils in front of her.
"Fifth floor, 1st cabin sirs. Mr Vancroft is waiting for you. Good day to you sirs."
The men nodded and marched towards the elevators. A grin unfurled on the receptionists face. Looks like their miser boss was going to reap a lesson today.
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A knock broke the stillness of the cabin. Heaving a sigh at the interruption, Castor Vancroft burned out his expensive cigar in the ashtray.
"Come in."
Two men marched into the glass cabin. Without waiting for direction or permission the one with the briefcase sat down in front of him while the other locked the cabin door and drew the blinds.
"W-What are you...?"
"Sit down Mr Vancroft," the seated man ordered him as his companion sat withdrawing a piece of paper from his pockets.
"Arthur Floyd. Age 39. Appearance average height, slight limp on his left leg, greying hair, hazel eyes. Family wise single. Harvard graduate. Former GeCone employee current Songara assistant to Administrative Director. Other livelihood- spy."
The GeCone owner paled. He felt a shiver run through him. His ruse was up.
"I will do anything, a-anything you want. M-Money, flats, cars, anything" he snivelled as he felt his doom approaching him.
The man on his right smirked. "Good. Don't worry. We won't be demanding your company, money, flats, and cars nor bankrupting you."
Castor sweated at the smug looks on their faces.
"What do you want then?"
The man opened the briefcase and took out a laptop. Opening it he typed a programme.
It whirred for a few seconds before an image flickered. The man gave a respectful nod and turned the laptop to sweating man.
Mr Castor Vancroft gulped as he felt his own trap closing in on him as his eyes chanced on the man staring out of the laptop screen.
The Video Conference button whirred.
"Good morning Mr Vancroft. I thought it is time we had a talk about our oncoming joint venture" the man in the screen spoke in a soft cultured voice that did not hide the clandestine threat of consequences of not following his orders.
Mr Vancroft choked in his own saliva. There was no mistake in the face staring out through the screen. He was quite well known in the business world as the Typhoon.
"By the way, I am Pratap Songara. A pleasure to meet you."
Castor Vancroft, the sly cunning businessman known for his underhanded techniques fainted.
CHAPTER 7
RAJPUTANA GAZETTE
SONGARA PRINCE DOES IT AGAIN!!
For some souls their words are vows and epitomizing this very Rajput code the Songara Prince has once again managed to put the business world in complete awe by finalising a deal of approximately thousand million dollars with GeCone MNC, which currently holds the top position in the list of foreign companies in India. The company known for its clandestine mind games and underhand ways in giving their partners their share of profit seems to have made a complete 360 as according to the recent PR rumours they are giving complete fifty percent profit to the Songara Industries in their oncoming joint venture. Yes readers you heard it right. For the first time in its history GeCone is going to play in fair grounds and the credit for this miracle goes to none other than the reclusive genius and owner of Songara Empire Prince Pratap Songara Singh Suryavanshi. The handsome prince though has remained out of media focus for nearly six years operating behind the cover of his brilliant mind, his earth shattering achievements continue to make him a hot topic in the Rajput Community. Adding to that his tragic romance and current detachment from the cream of the society and his continuous refusals to attend seminars, balls and charity dinners puts a mysterious air on the Prince. His current single status has put him in the top position again in the most eligible bachelors of Rajput Community for three times in the row.
The Suryavanshi family had been approached for comment but have refused to release any statement regarding their estranged family members'success. It might have also to do with the fact that the Suryavanshi Empire itself headed by Kunwar Jagmaal Singh Suryavanshi is too a competitor of the Songara Empire and the tough sibling rivalry between the eldest Suryavanshi and his brothers seems to have evolved into something of a war between the two empires.
Also the continuous successes of the Songara Empire seems to have become a sore spot for nearly most of the older Empires as it seems that no matter how improbable the venture looks like, Pratap Songara appears to have luck in everything, striking gold even in most impossible of all situations.
However in spite of his wins the miracle worker is yet to be seen outside his mansion in the public. Each and every one of his deals has been made from the unplottable Songara Manor, which itself garnered the attention of people far and wide.
Not only the manor, the general public has also started their hue and cry to have a glimpse of their beloved prince, who before his self imposed exile had been an avid public figure.
These all traces their roots back to the tragedy six years ago. Yet even years later the actual reasons of his departure from Suryavanshi Mansion and the circumstances that led to the onset of Songara Empire has remained a closely guarded secret.
What was it that made the genius Rajput leave his family?
Was it a conspiracy enacted by the many envious enemies of the Prince?
What had happened six years ago in the close knitted Suryavanshi clan which had destroyed the beautiful bond they shared?
Why has Rana Udai Singh Suryavanshi never made any effort to reconcile with his once favourite son?
To look at Kunwar Pratap's achievements and miraculous feats turn to page 4.
"The Suryavanshi dynasty - The list of Rulers"turn to page 5.
Kunwar Pratap and Rana Sangram 'Sanga'Singh Suryavanshi - turn to page 6.
The series of losses and deals gone bad for Suryavanshi Empire - turn to page 9
Kunwar Jagmaal Singh Suryavanshi was in a foul temper.
With a glower on his handsome face he dipped his head and gulped down the whisky in a go, slamming the glass with a thud on the ornate desk.
"Calm down brother. What's done is done. No use crying over spilt milk," Sagar Singh Suryavanshi spoke to his hot headed brother in what he hoped was a soothing voice. For his older brother had a voracious temper and more often than not did himself no favours acting upon his plans.
Sagar sighed. Really this Pratap situation was getting more and more bothersome. His mother was right. Simply feeling they had won by driving wedges between him and Dajiraj, was the biggest mistake they had committed only second to the blunder his brother and step - brother Shakti had done to break Pratap's moral by targeting his most loved person.
Sagar winced. That was a mistake they had dearly paid for. It had simply seemed to have made him more determined to reach to the root of the incident, something they had desperately tried and succeeded somewhat to cover up. He shuddered to imagine what would happen when he would come to know the whole truth.
He was broken out of his ponderings by the shattering of the wine glass against the wall shattering into hundreds of pieces.
Both Dada Bhai Shakti and Dada Bhai Jagmaal seemed to have an obsession with breaking wineglasses.
"That bas***d! How dare him? Blackening my name, my achievements. I hate him..." Jagmaal fumed.
What name and what achievements, Sagar felt like commenting but decided as a brother he really shouldn't send his brother to a early death due to heart attack because of excessive temper.
"...and those media harpies think the sun shines out of him. What are we next to him? Dumb goats?"
"Next to him, yes brother," Sagar hastened to answer, "after all he is a genius, Dada Bhai."
Jagmaal glared at his sibling with utter loath.
"Will you shut up? That was a rhetorical question you fool," Jagmaal snarled spittle flying out of his mouth.
Just then a door man entered bowing at the two princes.
"My Lords, the Council has called a meeting and the Chief Advisor wishes your presence."
Jagmaal gave an outraged growl. Sagar quickly dismissed the door man. His brother was already in enough trouble without murder charges being added to them.
"That Chundawat is a menace. He has been after me since all those years ago I took over the reins. That Pratap lover hates me."
"Rawatji is a respected member of the Council Dada Bhai," Sagar reminded his brother, "no matter how much you hate him, please don't provoke him."
Jagmaal gave his bother a scornful look.
"I am not a fool, Sagar."
Saying so he strutted out of his chambers.
Sagar watched his brother's form getting smaller and smaller.
The peaceful, serious and understanding look he wore disappeared. A sneer lit up his face.
His brother was a fool. Why his mother prized him so much was a mystery to him. With the current condition of the empire in his hands Sagar himself would prefer for Pratap to be the heir.
A bitterness rose in him.
It was always Pratap. Despite how much the Council liked to hide they couldn't completely mask the distaste they felt at the other Princes.
Even his own mother.
It was quite well known to him that Dheerbai Bhatiyani had desperately wanted a son like Pratap. Genius, handsome, polite, courageous, the masses darling Pratap.
Pratap, Pratap, Pratap!
Always him.
He was like an itch which refused to go away.
Dajiraj smiling in pride at his son winning the championships, his mother feeding him his favourite kheer, Badi Maa knitting him sweaters, the masses chanting his name like the next coming of Eklingji, Guru Raghvendra announcing him the best student he had ever taught, her adoring look directed at him.
His heart clenched.
Her beautiful smile adoring her face as she spoke of him. Her eyes lighting up as he looked at him, the heir of Suryavanshi's, the perfect son, perfect friend, perfect heir, perfect student, perfect ruler, perfect lover, perfect husband, perfect, perfect Pratap.
A mocking smile came to his face.
And amidst all, the others overlooked. No one cared Shakti won the sword championship because a year ago Pratap had also won it in record time. Nobody knew or cared to know that Vikram had left his education after graduation losing himself in his passion of painting or that he was counted among the world's top ten artists.. No one bothered that Jagmaal was losing himself to drugs, everybody even their mother was busy with Pratap. No one tried to even get to know the other Suryavanshi heirs after all they had Pratap.
But there was someone. Someone who had brought his whole existence to light with a small curve of her lips. Always promising to be his friend no matter what. But she did not. Even she fell prey to Pratap. Loved him in ways she would never feel for him.
A sneer lit his face as her pregnant form came to his mind. Round and glowing with his brother's child.
Jagmaal might think that he hated Pratap, but he loathed him. Despised him with his whole being.
Because of him, their mother saw her sons as worthless, and had continuously tried to make them behave and act like him in their childhood. Work harder and harder to be better than him. Because of him their father had never spared a glance at them. And the last straw was when he had stolen her.
His love. His reason for existence. His life.
He had made so many plans, multitudes of plots to finally get her to himself, but just as he was succeeding his idiotic brothers had to step in destroying everything.
Oh how he hated all of them. Pratap, Shakti, Jagmaal. He had always been the brother who had remained in the background, underestimated and ignored.
Sagar Singh Suryavanshi turned to look at the mirror.
The dim light encased his features in a cruel look.
"I will destroy all of you, especially you Dada Bhai Pratap. Even if it is the last thing I do."
AN 3: Hello again to all my readers and a big thanks to those who reviewed, though I could do with a few more of those.
Also in many reviews it has been mentioned that some find my plot a bit confusing. I request them to please mention in their reviews as to which part gets muddled, because since I have got the whole plot mapped out, I cannot seem to be able to understand from a reader's perspective. I will be very grateful if someone points out the parts.
Thanks.
