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हाय राम..
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Downstairs in the main hall everyone's eyes waited to get the first glance of any of the Aryan daughters in law. They were rarer to sight.

It is said that the beauty of Khashiq rested in them, so did the wisdom. After the deity goddess it was them who were worshipped by the people of this dark world. They come out as the moon which enlightens their black sky.

They have not even touched the tender age of thirty still they were called mothers of these soil and its people.

However before the rich and fabricated people could behold the sight of any of the Aryan women, the first glance was awarded to Khashiq's common people. The people who make Khashiq what it is.

A black land of hope and blood.

Aks, stood on the top of the stairs. It was on the other part of their estate where no media was allowed.

An open land which was barren once but now filled with greenery laid in front of him. It was large, as large as a big maidan filled with thousands of Khashiq people.

They all, including him, waited for their lady, Zehra Aks Rajput.

Tonight it was her duty to be a mother to this kingdom. Before her it was Reyna who did it, after her merely in a few days Clover will take her place and the cycle will repeat till they are alive.

Aks stood there like a rock, no matter how he was as a husband but as a king...he was impeccable. The way he stood, with his shoulder straight and hands firmly behind his back, eyes dark with authority and that aura of darkness, darkness which almost looked sinister.

He really was Aks Rajput who was named a psycho monster by his nemesis.

Suddenly all the eyes which were on him moved and wavered to someone behind him.

Instead of fear and respect the love and adoration filled the thousand pairs of eyes.

She was here. Zehra was here.

The soft tinkles of her pajeb was an inviting ring to that. The fragrance of Jasmine surrounding him from all the sides is a certain message.

He turned around slowly, his white kurta contrasting to his black eyes, his aura contrasting to hers.

He stared as she came closer, draped in a beautiful white saree, pink painted somewhere telling the history of Khashiq.

A veil on her head hiding her moon like face from the onlookers.

The mother was here.

His wife was here, coming closer to him in her small steps, making him forget where he was standing as something twitched inside him and he was back to somewhere where he was closer to her. Where he was loyal to her, where he loved her more than she loved him.

ALL HAIL TO THE QUEEN AND KING

Someone from the people shouted, raising their two fists and freeing the maroon powder in the air.

The white and black atmosphere took a form of deep red, maroon, pink and saffron as the queen stood beside the king and the hails followed, getting louder and louder until the roar did not shake the strong stony walls of the estate.

Still in between all the noise Aks stood there like the old Aks he was and under the veil Zehra smiled, eyes full of tears.

She was loved....by so many people.

How fortunate she was.

Her heart swarmed with love and care for these people, they were her own however suddenly the smile of her lips dimmed when she felt a touch on her right hand.

She turned her head and through the white veil looked at Aks who held her hand and clasped it tightly into his hand.

She was confused more than anything but when she looked at the look of his dark eyes, she gasped loudly under the veil.

Not her husband but what she saw was the old Aks that he was once.

"Zehra I-"

Before he could speak or she could dwell more on aghast, a man came, head of their security and whispered something in Aks's ear making him come out of wherever he was,"Sir everyone is waiting inside. I suggest we should proceed with the rituals."

Like a thunder strike, Aks came out of that world which was full of Zehra and he became the same brutal man he is...his eyes scanned the people in front of him before he nodded and held his wife's hand again, this time just for formality.

"Let's get over with it," he said without glancing at her and soon both of them were in the middle of the sea of people.

Giving each and every family some valuables which also included a beautiful golden statue of Mata Laxmi.

It was their way of asking blessings for the newlyweds weds. As a big brother and sister in law it was their duty which they did like a good married couple.

....

The ritual was tiring for both of them but they proceeded with it. After finishing the ritual Aks directly went to change while Zehra entered the main hall where the guests were slowly filling in more.

When she entered the main hall everyone's eyes were on her. It was like she was a magnet and everyone was just getting attracted to her.

Zehra held a proud smile as she greeted everyone with just one look of hers and directly went to her brother in law who for once was holding little Ahren.

The sight surprised her. Nirvana Bhai is one of those people who does not show his emotions openly, he doesn't even hold his son in front of anyone but today Ahren was sticking close to his father like a second skin.

He nestled his cute little face between his father's neck and shoulder and was looking at everyone with curious round eyes.

Zehra smiled at that, admiring the beautiful sight of father and son.

She was about to reach her elder brother but stopped when she saw that woman standing beside him.

Myra Sharma.

Her steps faltered, the smile of her lips vanished and the thing which was left behind was an emptiness, insecurity, a mirror of how little she is, how mediocre she was in front of this woman.

The confident stature scattered so did the pride that a few minutes ago never left her face. She was crumpling in front of everyone she was breaking.

Zero, failure, ugly, insecure, lonely, weak, jealous and hatred she felt everything all at once.

The world around her blurred and what was left was this heavy feeling in heart, I am weak, weaker than I was before.

Insecurity, jealousy, self esteem so low ... .I am not that person then why...why I feel like I am below, why I feel like I am failing , a big failure in front of her, in front of everyone.

Since when I start getting so insecure..why I......

"Zehra," the train of her negative thoughts stopped, coming to a complete stop as she visibly flinched and slowly looked at the owner of the voice which called her name with such worry.

Her vulnerable eyes met with her father, the old man was looking at her with a blank face but the daughter in her saw a hint of concern in his eyes and that was enough for Zehra to break through her fake happy and confident person image and she broke down, melting into her father's arms.

It was unexpected, looking almost surreal when she hugged him.

There was a thin line between the father and daughter. Both of them never had those friendly kinds of relationships. They were civil, speaking to only in yes and no and whenever it was needed.

"Baba hazoor," she whimpered into his arms, hating herself for feeling those feelings.

She was always a confident girl, silent but confident, positive about herself. However now even a simple thing triggers negative emotions in her, like looking at her husband's girlfriend.

She should only feel hatred towards her but instead she feels insecure and jealous, even the fact that that woman is smiling is bothering her.

What kind of human being she has become. She wanted it to stop but the insecurity in her was just brewing day by day.

"What happened Zehra ?" he asked, taking her to one side before anyone can see the Aryan queen crying like a little girl.

Zehra looked up at her Baba hazoor, eyes swarmed with tears, he is one of the most intelligent people she knows, as an education minister of his state he deals with various situations, he must know the cure of her problem right ?

"Baba, why do I feel like I am not enough? Why do I feel jealous and insecure of people even though a part of me knows that I am also good. People love me too, I am also talented, beautiful. Then why do I end up feeling like I am not enough? Am I mad or am I depressed ? Baba I don't want to feel jealous of anyone then why do I -"

"Stop with your petty issues, Zehra !" her father stopped her even before she could let out all her heart.

"For god sake Zehra you are a queen, older than both the women of your house. You should be more mature instead of being a needy problematic woman. Can't you see how Reyna had taken the role of eldest daughter in law even though she comes from a middle class family and the new daughter in law . .people are already calling her the princess of Aryans and here you are crying over how you feel jealous of someone's beauty !?"

"Baba it's not about them..," she tried to speak, telling him how his comparison to the other daughter in laws was again hurting her, pushing her self esteem even lower but he cut her again.

"Stop Zehra, you are the one who is from a rich and reputed background not them but look how behind you are in this game. Your both sister in laws are doing so good, one is the mother of only heir of the Aryans and other will soon become a mother because of the way the third heir is obsessed is his wife, he is going to put a child in that girl sooner than everyone expects mark my words. But you...you Zehra it's been almost one year to your wedding to Aks and you still haven't announced the good news and instead of focusing on that you are crying over small things like some pathetic easy girl."

The father spat, his anger rising to the sky. He expects a grandchild from her, more precisely a grandson to whom he can proudly announce his next heir because Zehra can never be his heir as she is a girl but this girl never listens. Again disappointing him like she always does.

Each and every word coming out of his mouth was a slap to her face. Hearing those words from a stranger is like a wound but hearing those words from one's own father is acid on that wound.

She smiled through her tears bitterly as he fumed and then made her look at the same girl whom she hates the most,"Look at the girl. Personal assistant of your brother in law. What's her name...yes Myra Sharma even she is more attentive and smart than you. Look how she is making new connections with powerful people around her, look at the way she is smiling. She is a calculative woman who knows the rich people will only benefit her and look at you..born with a silver spoon still does not know how to do the right thing at the right time."

He spat the words and walked away from her leaving her alone and breaking her even more than she already was.

When almost everyone around her makes her feel like a failure then how will she keep herself pure and minus of every negative feelings.

How will she... "Why are you crying?" she looked at her husband who directly came to her instead of joining everyone in the main hall.

There was a time when he was her only supporter, she would have tackled her father's harsh words if he was with her side but now she was all alone. So alone that she can not even speak about it to anyone because then even her loved ones will think what a poor thing she is.

"Nothing just crying because this pain is becoming unbearable."

She said in an empty voice before wiping her tears and walking into the main hall full of strong, nice, smart people who are all better than her.

Aks stared at her as she moved away from him.

A part of him wanted to know the reason of her tears but a bigger part of him again chose the wrong path.

....

"Umm Mr. Nirvana I heard that the new daughter in law comes from a poor household from Goa. I mean I understand that it must be some rumour but-" Mr. Kapoor stopped as he glanced at Clover's father who was trying to create conversation with anyone and everyone.

However before he could go ahead with his words Nirvana cut him off," It does not matter from where she has come from. The only thing that matters is that Clover is the woman of my family. She is an Aryan and I dare anyone to forget that," he spoke in a clear yet with a warning in his tone.

He looked like a perfect father with the 6 months in his arms but still the aura did not waver. The brutal Mafia King of Khashiq was roaring as ever.

His words silenced everyone who dared to speak or think of saying a word against the new daughter in law.

The little human being, resting his head on his shoulder, witnessed everything going on with a bored expression. It made Nirvana think that Ahren was actually not a very fussy kid. In fact he seems too mature for a 6 months old. Mature for a 6 months old...now that's a thing to think about.

He excused himself when he saw the Spanish mafia entering the party hall. Truly this evening the world has gathered in the door of Aryans.

However before he could take the next step he thought of the child sticking to his arms.

He stared at his biological son then at the Spanish mafia don, no matter how nice the relationship between him and the Spanish mafia was..he cannot let any mafia think that he loves Ahren or even cares for him.

Though he actually does not love him but still as his son he is the biggest target of anyone who wants to take his place, so it is better that he looks only like a mafia instead of looking like Ahren's father to the world.

"Myra," he called his assistant, the girl in pink churidar kameez was present beside in a second. Adjusting her round glasses she looked up at her sir and politely asked,"Yes sir."

"Hold him for a few minutes," he said, giving Ahren to her.

He walked away from them to meet the Spanish mafia don while here Ahren grumbled and made a face of disgust when Myra held him. He remembered this girl being mean to Auntie Zehra and he was really really protective of his family's women like any Aryan men.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" Myra cooed at him, Ahren was a cute baby who can win anyone's heart in a single sight. Myra was no different.

Instead of entertaining her, Ahren pulled his face away from her and grabbed a bunch of her long hair in his tiny fist before pulling it roughly,"Aaaa," Myra cried out of pain but for Ahren it was not enough.

Though this morning his maa had cut his nails but they were still sharp enough so he attacked her powdered cheeks and scratched them harshly, which almost made her cheeks burn.

"Oouchh" Myra cried again in pain as she was brutally attacked by the youngest Aryan and it was not enough that Ahren pulled her hair more harshly making her loose braid almost come open and spat a mouth full of milk in her precious silk dress.

"You son of a witch!!" Enough was enough for Myra as at last her innocent girl persona slipped away and she cursed the baby, almost dropping him on the ground.

However before she can do that Aks came and snatched Ahren from her,"What the fuck are you doing with my child !!" He spat holding Ahren close to his chest who cried in his Uncle's arms.

"Aks I was no-t do-ing any-thi-ng he-" she tried to speak knowing that now everyone's eyes were on her and she had to defend herself.

"Not doing anything you fucking dropped my nephew on the ground!! Can't you handle a little baby. He is the most precious part of our family and our life. No matter what Myra I will not hesitate to kill you if you harm my baby," Aks saw nothing but red. It was a well known fact in the world that Aks was possessive and protective of his family.

He can kill and die for each member of his family and though he does not show it, his nephew Ahren was one piece of his heart.

"What happened to Ahren," Zehra came running when she saw the commotion and snatched Ahren from Aks who was not stopping crying.

"This fucking imbecile woman was about to drop him on the ground," Aks screamed out pointing a accusing finger at Myra.

Myra trembled, not recognising the Aks that stood in front of her. He was someone else. Not the Aks who loves her to bits.

Zehra looked at Myra and then at Aks, he was outrageous.

A part of her felt happy seeing him snapping at Myra, he was acting like her old Aks but then she controlled herself, she was being pathetic to think that way.

Instead of them she focused her attention on Ahren who had stopped crying and was snuggling to her like she meant the whole world to him.

She made him face her, only to find a cheeky smile on his little face. Zehra almost gasped, did he.....

But he is so small, a baby...

But he is also an Aryan Zehra. Don't forget.

A part of her said and Zehra found herself smiling at her dear little cheeky nephew.

"Aks go and take a drink to lessen your anger and Myra you... stay away from my son from now on," Nirvana was on their side in minutes. He looked at his brother and then ordered his personal assistant in a dead tone.

Myra nodded and one more time glanced at Aks who was still seething in anger.

Her eyes wandered to Zehra and then Ahren...it was easy to say that her eyes held nothing but hatred.

"Is he okay ?" Nirvana asked Zehra.

"Yes Bhaijaan your son is absolutely fine and your wife an perfection," Zehra giggled lightly as she spoke and pointed at the staircase from which came down the real life Apsara.

....

Apsara - Celestial Maiden
Pajeb - anklet
Maidan - ground

Allah mere abhi toh naye jode ki entry bhi nahi hui hai aur itna drama.

Aage maje hi maje.

Majja ni life yesss !!

Let's hope for another update tomorrow. But no pinky promise. Okay ?

And I am sorry if I am lacking something as a writer.