The room was painted red with blood of the people whose skins and bones were hanging on the wall like some showcase pieces.

It was one of the many rooms which carried the toys of Aryans.

Izan, the second youngest Aryan, was butchering the man he had killed just a few moments ago.

The fresh dead body was hanging on the wall by the rope to the roof. The man was a culprit of Aryans making him the biggest enemy of Izan.

He tried his best to run out of the territory of Khashiq and hide somewhere in the busy town of Goa.

However it was his bad luck that Izan was in Goa, eager to kill him.

Now he was hanging soulless as Izan cut his skin with the meat knife.

More blood spilled, tints of which dirtied Izan's white shirt but he continued his work and drew more cuts until he got his hands on the dead's liver and pulled it out along with his black arteries and veins.

The liver soaked in cold blood looked like a prized possession on Izan's hand.

The smirk curling on Izan's lips grew wider as he threw the liver on the ground and spat on it before crushing it mercilessly under his polished shoe.

More blood squeezed out of the dead liver dirtying the wet floor.

He crushed the liver with his shoe until the liver did not resemble just a piece of polythene loose and pathetic.

Every single person present there was another name of devil themselves but seeing the sinister look on Izan's face made even gulp in fear.

After finishing up with his punishing spree Izan came out of the blood room. Clothes all dark and bloody, but face masked with the expression of bliss.

Can cutting a human being into pieces give satisfaction to anyone ? It surely can when it is one of the Aryans.

Cruel, sardonic, men with handsome faces and unkind hearts.

Once done with the blood spree Izan decided to take a shower, it was the demand of that time. He does not wish to go and have dinner in bloody clothes.

The smell of traitor's blood was enchanting but a man had to do what he had to do, that is act civil, at least in the presence of normal people.

Once in his room he went to take a gentle shower. After the shower he changed into a normal shirt and pants.

White shirt and black pants. The classic!

Leaving his dark hair in the messiness they occupied he took his phone and walked out of his room.

The rain has visited the city that evening. It was a surreal moment of beauty that the monsoon has brought to the beautiful small world of Goa.

Izan sighed as he rested his head back on the car seat, the driver driving the car safely, cruising it through the empty pavements in presence of melodious melody in the car.

Closing his eyes the silent observer gave up to his consciousness and lost himself a bit.

A little part of him which was still human thriving on this silence, the pure atmosphere. Can any other thing be more calming and pure than a monsoon rain, an empty road and a soulful tune ?

Till then his heart echoed a no.

However he was unaware that soon his opinion was going to change.

Something or someone more calming and pure was about to visit his life.

Maybe in the count of....

One
Two
Three...

"Why the hell did you stop the car in the middle of the road you fool !" Izan snapped at his driver when he suddenly stopped the car, making him jerk ahead and breaking the calm he was living.

"Pardon me my Lord but there seems to be some problem in the car's engine. Let me check it," the driver said, keeping his gaze down and words polite.

Izan's face lost the sign of anger and a blank expression clasped his handsome features. He nodded,"Alright. Go and work on it fast," said Izan.

The young Aryan sat in the car, alone with his silence. Aryan men are known to be silent, stiff, emotionless and inexpressive much like their first father.

Izan was no different.

To kill the time he opened his laptop and started checking the emails. Moments passed but the car was not repaired. Finally his expressionless features framed into an annoying one and he gave up a huge sigh.

The young Aryan was frustrated

He shut his laptop down and came out of his car.

The thick drops of rain ran on his skin soon, most of it hanging on his long eyelashes.

"How long will it take ?" He asked, the annoyance clear in his tone.

"My King, please provide me a few minutes more," seeing the requesting look on the old driver's face Izan shook his head in dismissal before looking up at the sky.

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips remembering the memories of their mother enjoying the rain with them.

If he was still that little Izan he would have danced openly in the rain, an attribute of his provided to him by his mother but now he was a King not a child anymore. He cannot follow his childish instincts even in the smallest of matters.

Giving up another sigh he was about to go in the car again but his eyes caught sight of a small tea stall just a little away.

Before he could realize his feet were taking him there.

"Cigarettes & Chai"

He demanded the weirdest combination.

The man in the tea stall gave him a look of confusion integrated with a bit of surprise before nodding his head and passing the young man the cigarettes of his demand and tea in a small glass.

First sip of tea felt like heaven then a drag of cigarettes was like hell.

He looked like a masterfully carved statue made in Romania hundreds of years ago as he mingled the two addicting things together...chai and cigarettes.

The music of rain continued giving him a few minutes of peace, however the peace never went long because soon there was a commotion on the once empty wet street of Goa.

"Thief thief thief !!" a group of people shouted running after a figure who looked like a skinny midget.

A skinny midget with her wet auburn hair reaching her hips.

The short woman after whom the flock of people were running became the center of attention for whoever was on that street.

"What's happening there ?" unconsciously he asked the question to no one in particular.

"Sir it is a hood area filled with thugs, man or woman doesn't matter. They all are bloody thieves," the tea stall owner filled him with the information, of course distaste sounding out from his words as he was also was a victim of the thugs.

"I see," Izan whispered, setting down the tea glass on the old wooden table.

Taking another puff of cigarette he saw it rather amusingly as the little midget hid behind a rectangular dustbin. She was so small that the dustbin completely covered her.

Izan chuckled at that. The scene was hilarious and cute.

However serious and dangerous for the girl especially if she gets caught but for him funny as hell.

"Hey have you seen a girl with auburn hair ? She is wearing rugged gray coloured pants and an oversized sweatshirt. She has stolen from our shop," one of the men from the group asked the tea stall owner with his breaths heavy and rapid.

The tea stall owner was about to tell him that their culprit was hiding behind the trash bin but Izan cut him in between.

"No. We haven't," he said, closing the topic there and then.

The owner of the tea stall looked at him confused, not understanding why he was lying while the men who were after the thief girl had their tongue tied out of fear seeing the dead look on Izan's face.

They merely nodded their heads before running out of there in search of the thief girl.

Izan dropped the cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his shoe, all the while his eyes on the midget behind the trash bin

She did not move from there for another five minutes but when she did she ran away from there like a little mouse.

Seeing this without even him realizing it he ran after her as if his feet were not in his control.

She entered a dark alley which was only illuminated by one street light, hearing the mighty running steps behind her she was sure it was one of the men who were running after her however she was unaware he was not some random man but a man who is going to bring a huge change in her life.

"Stop !!" Izan shouted at her to stop but she only increased her pace and ran faster.

However it was Izan Rajput who was after her, no one can out run him then who was she ?

"I said stop," he growled, grabbing her elbow in a tight hold and pushing her to the nearby wall.

The girl hissed in pain as her back collided with the cold wall.

Her eyes shut closed tightly, assuming the worst.

It was the first time she was caught stealing. Before always her small stature and fast running feet saved her from getting caught but alas this night was different.

The thing she stole got crushed underneath her palms, making her heart sour at her fate.

She has lost the battle she knew it as in between her rapid breaths she mouthed a small sorry to the stranger who had caged between himself and the wall.

Izan stared at the girl in front of him, only her closed eyes were visible to him as she wore an old tattered mask little too big for her small face.

Even in the murmurs of the rain drops he could hear his heart beating in a rapid speed. The reason behind his uneven heartbeats he did not know. However he knew it was somehow mingling with the rhythm of her heart, he could feel it.

He held her closer to himself, hearing the intake of her breathe as he leaned his body completely to hers.

It was the first time a girl was taking his attention like that. He stared at her for another moment before whispering in his commanding tone,"Open your eyes."

She flinched and he felt it too.

"I said open your eyes," he repeated and in an instant her eyes snapped open and collided with the man who was unknown like the peace and love that she always craved.

At that moment Izan's heart was no longer his.

He lost it to the girl who was inches apart from him.

He gulped in nervousness. The feeling swirling in his heart was new, making him scared for the first time.

Her eyes were the eyes of someone special, his soulmate. He just knew it from the first glance.

Is this what they called love at first sight ?

A different connection.

Gaze to gaze and soul to soul.

The first instinct which says she is special.

All the questions left him clueless and that made his fury touch the sky. Aryans are not the ones who like to be clueless.

"You thief! Show me what have you stolen !" he shouted at the top of his lungs right on her face, letting out all his anger and frustration on her.

The young girl flinched again in terror, her eyes filling up with more tears as she drenched in the rain, captured by an unknown man scared and humiliated.

Still she kept her ground and tightened her fist in which she was hiding her precious possession that she stole.

She will not give it to him. She needs it badly.

"I said show me !!" Izan snapped once again. He never liked it when anyone disobeys him, no matter if they are his known or unknown.

The strength and stubbornness that she was trying to gather finally broke like a piece of glass and she ended up letting out a small cry.

Izan created a gap between them and without another word she forwarded her right hand towards him in which she was carrying the thing she had stolen.

"Open your fist," another command from the stranger.

And against her wishes the girl opened her closed fist with her gaze kept down out of shame.

Izan who had a strict expression on his face suddenly had his face morphed in shock and terror when he saw what actually was in her hand.

A slice of bread

She has stolen a slice of bread ?

He looked into her eyes to see if what he was seeing was true or his fake imagination but it was true.

She was the girl who stole a slice of bread to fill her empty stomach.

Clover saw the same emotions in his eyes which she saw that night.

The emotions of protection, safety, comfort and love.

It left her speechless for a moment that suddenly the other's shocked and judgemental eyes stopped mattering.

Izan felt the same protection for his wife. No matter where their relationship has come to, that night he had promised himself that he will take care of her and he will do exactly that.

That is why without caring about anyone he walked towards his wife and cupped her soft cheeks in his hands.

"You are looking adorable Clovy," he whispered, pecking a kiss on her warm cheeks. That earned him a gasp from Nandini but he ignored it.

"But why haven't you worn the clothes that I have kept for you in the closet ?" he asked, suddenly turning his tone into a strict one.

At his tone fear engulfed Clover and she froze at her place.

Tens of answers were in her mind, like I don't know the way to the closet, can I enter your closet, am I not allowed to wear my own clothes, you did not tell me to wear the clothes from the closet, I cannot wear your given clothes without your permission, I have only brought two set of clothes with me, one I am wearing and another one is in my small suitcase.

Instead she kept quiet, not a single word came out of her mouth. How can she speak in front of so many people that to Izan, who was not only her husband but her rapist too.

At least now she was walking somehow but what if she speaks something wrong and he did not leave her even the state to crawl.

Clover gulped at the thought of it.

"What will she say ? She just wanted to grab everyone's attention by wearing a torn pants and a sweatshirt. Look, even the color of her clothes is fading. I can even spot a big hole on her sleeves," the older lady scrunched her nose in disgust looking at the hole in Clover's sweatshirt.

Instantly Clover's hand flung to the hole in her clothes. She felt more embarrassed that she already was.

Izan noticed it and so did the other members of his family.

"My clover is not an attention seeking bitch like you Mrs. Rathore," Izan snarled back at the old woman who was the real sister of their mother but right now was acting like a cruel step mother.

"Izan control your tongue," a hard voice of Nirvana echoed in the dining hall.

Izan snapped his angry eyes at his brother,"She is spitting rubbish things about my wife and you expect me to be quiet. Tell me if she was making a disgusting face at Bhabhi Reyna would you have tolerated it ?"

Silence fell in the room as everyone anxiously waited for Nirvana's next words.

Reyna, who was standing by his side, stared at him with a blank look. She was not expecting any answer from him.

Though at night they become one soul and two bodies but during the day they are nothing but strangers with no feeling attached.

"I would never tolerate any disrespect for my wife."

Reyna's eyes widened at his words as for the first time he called her his wife in front of everyone.

"I would not tolerate anyone disrespecting you either Nirvana," Reyna said, matching his level of seriousness.

Nirvana narrowed his eyes at Reyna who was giving him a small smile. "Are you serious...." he whispered beneath his breath, was she really thinking that anyone has a bone in them to disrespect The Aryan King ?

"What ? You called me your wife that means you are my husband which you are and a wife and a husband was, are and will always be equal. No one is less and no is more, no one low or no one high, always equal. So if you are taking care of my respect then I will do it for you too," Reyna explained, facing her two palms to each other at the same height as if demonstrating him a live experiment.

Nirvana did not pay her any attention and pointed a look towards his brother which again was the same message," Not now."

"Not only husband and wife but each and every family member of this family are equal. No one is big or small. No inferiority or superiority complex here na baba na," Zehra spoke as she came out of her place shaking her head. She approached Clover who was trembling in her place out of fear and anxiety.

Reyna followed suit after dumping Ahren on Aks's lap. Like Literally Dumping.

"Reyna... wait what ?" Aks mumbled clueless after getting Ahren on his lap out of nowhere.

Ahren cried to get out of Aks's hold and go to his mumma but one hush from mumma and he sat sulking on his least favorite uncle's lap.

"Please don't vomit on me like last time," Aks begged to the little guy, however Ahren was another merciless Aryan and dutifully he vomited whatever milk he had in his tummy on Aks.

Ewww.

"Izan you are asking Clover why she did not wear the clothes you have for her in the closet but boy did you tell her the password of your closet ?" Reyna asked as she and Zehra both reached Clover and held her hands in theirs by standing on her either side.

A look of realization occured on Izan's face. He was the only brother who mostly keeps his closet closed that too with a password lock.

"Pardon me, my sisters but it looks like I forgot to give that little information to my wife," he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Reyna and Zehra laughed at his innocent awkward face while Clover wondered was he the same man who was raping her last night ?

"Do not worry, give your wife to us, we will take care of her," teased Reyna, placing her arm around Clover's shoulder.

Izan's eyes widened at her words and he snatched Clover out of her hold,"No I am not giving my wife to anyone," he said it like the two women were really going to snatch Clover from him.

"Do not be silly, Izan. Reyna is just kidding. Clover came and let me take you to my room and get you ready okay ?" Zehra spoke sweetly like an elder sister.

"No clover will come with me and she will wear my clothes not yours. I would love to share my clothes with her. Come Clover," Reyna said, holding Clover's hand eager to show Clover her room.

"No, she will come with me."

"No Zuru, she will come with me."

Clover who was fearful till now looked at both the ladies wide eyed lost puppy as they literally played tug of war with her as a rope.

"No Reyna, you don't have a good sense of fashion. Let me take Clover with me," Zehra said in a serious tone, biting back the smile that was ready to erupt.

But it finally erupted when Reyna's mouth hung open at her words,"You Kamini how dare you !!" Reyna gasped, not believing Zehra just called her unfashionable that too in front of Clover. She was setting up a bad reputation for her.

Zehra could not control the laugh that escaped her mouth. She was just joking and she knew that even Reyna knew it but still her expression made her laugh aloud.

Reyna thinned her eyes at Zehra with her lips curling up into a pout. "I will not talk to you. Bye !" she said forgetting they were giving a live show to everyone in the dining hall.

Zehra controlled her laugh at last and pinching Reyna's cheeks lovingly she said,"I am sorry baba I was just kidding. You have the best fashion sense in this house. Now let's settle on one thing. We will take Clover to your room and she will wear your saree but I will do her makeup. Done ?"

At last a smile curled on Reyna's lips and she instantly nodded her head saying a yes.

...

"Clover I am sorry if you felt bad by our reactions..we were not judging you we were just a bit shocked seeing you in pants and sweatshirt that was certainly not a outfit we imagined as your first dress as a new bride," said Zehra as all three ladies of the house walked side by side through the long corridors of their estate.

"It is fine. I did not feel bad by your shocked reaction," both the women smiled as Clover dimly voiced out her thoughts in her sweet voice.

"But that aunty was looking so angry. I got scared by her reaction," Clover voiced out her thoughts openly. She did not understand why and how she was talking so much.

She never speaks a lot. Only a few words are enough for her to convey her message but she was not even realizing that in the presence of these women she was speaking more than she ever had.

"Do not think about her judgemental stare Clover. She will be gone by tomorrow. My husband does not like her presence here. Though she is their maternal aunt but no one likes her you can mostly blame it on her nature. We have learned to ignore her don't worry we will teach you the same. For now just treat her like Mrs. Invisible and inaudible okay ? " Reyna said, making Clover smile at the last part.

Clover nodded in response and both the women smiled at how shy and cute she was.

Once they entered Reyna and Nirvana's room Reyna opened her closet for Clover and said,"Choose whatever clothes you want to wear Clover. All of this is yours."

Her few words normal to their ears but for Clover they sounded like a hug of acceptance. For the first time in her life someone was sharing their something with her.

She gulped the emotions that surfaced in her heart and slowly shook her head in no.

"Did you not like my clothes collection clover ? Don't worry Zehra has some nice dress collection you will like it I am sure," Reyna said thinking Clover did not like the clothes she was showing.

"Yes Clover come I'll show you my dresses. I hope you will like some," holding her hand Zehra was ready to stand but Clover pulled back.

Zehra looked back at her in confusion and asked,"What happened love ? Do you want to say something ?"

Clover nodded and looked at Reyna,"All of this is not mine. It is yours. You are the queen and I am...." she halted on her words as her gaze turned down, coming face to face with the reality of her life.

"You should not share your clothes with a girl like me..I am not as... as clean and pure as you. I know you both come from a good and sophisticated background but I do not. You can guess it from the clothes I am wearing."

Clover took a deep breath as she finished her words. Not once she looked at them she spoke, all the time her eyes were on her entangled fingers.

Once again she failed to realize that she was speaking so much.

It must be after years she was talking this much.

Why ? She did not know. But saying anything in the presence of these ladies was easier than speaking in front of anyone else.

A silence fell in the room by the end of her sentence.

Reyna and Zehra met each other's gaze, both of them knowing what Clover meant. She was seeing the order of hierarchy instead of the people they were.

It was Reyna who neared Clover and raised her head with the tip of her fingers.

"Hey beautiful, did you forget what Zuru said at the dining table ? No inferiority or superiority complex here in this house. We all are equal and you my darling a little extra special for both of us," Reyna whispered with her voice full of sisterly love as she wiped the fresh tears of Clover's eyes and pressed two kisses on her both cheeks.

"How so ?" Clover asked, biting her bottom lip she asked.

"Because you are our little sister and a little sister is always extra special for her elder sisters," Zehra spoke, her words brightening with sincerity.

They did not say another word but those few words were a lot for Clover. Their love and acceptance filled Clover's heart with a kind of joy that she never felt before.

"Thank you," she whispered with her eyes full of tears.

Both the ladies smiled at the young girl before wiping the last drop of tears from her face,"Now no more crying. Always remember that where we come from or what kind of people we were in our past doesn't define us. How are we today and are going to be in the future is what matters the most. And I can see you were a pure soul in your past and you're a purest soul now. Never degrade yourself for anyone, Clover. Because Reyna and Zehra's sister will never do that," said Reyna, with a smile of pride.

"Okay I think now you should decide your dress of the day," Zehra said wiping her own tears as she too had never felt this sisterly love before Reyna came into her life. And now with Clover she knows she has love, what if it is not a man's love...

Love is love right?

No matter if it is a romantic love or a sisterly love.

Clover nodded her head in yes and standing up on her feet she walked in the closet. Her eyes roamed to all the beautiful sarees hanging on the closet but one white saree caught her eyes.

It was made of cotton and extremely simple with a green border.

Clover pointed at that saree with a beaming smile and looked back at the two women,"This," she said.

Zehra and Reyna both were caught off guard by her choice of saree.

Reyna tried to form a poised smile but she failed miserably at it.

Zehra glanced at Reyna with a knowing look before walking to Clover and saying,"Clover why don't you choose a different saree. This particular saree means a lot to Reyna. It is her..."

"Stop it Zehra, if Clover wants to wear this saree then she will wear it," Reyna spoke, dismissing what Zehra was saying.

"But Reyna, it is a saree which is the last fragment of your dream.."

"Please Zuru stop!" Reyna cut her in between, not even liking the mention of her dream. Taking out the saree from the hanger she held Clover's hand and said,"Come let me help you in wearing this."

"No," Clover freed her hand from Reyna as she shook her head and took the saree from Reyna's hand. Hanging it on its previous place she said to Reyna,"This saree...a part of your dream. Only you will wear it, not me."

This was Reyna's moment of her heart filled with nothing but love and adoration for her new sister.

"I don't know if I will get the chance of wearing this saree but for now I am happy that I got both of you as my sisters," with her words heavy with emotions and tears brimming eyes she pulled Clover into a hug and soon Zehra joined the hug.

"Okay what about this pink saree ?" Reyna spoke as she finally broke the hug and wiped her tears.

A giggle broke out from Clover and without even glancing at the pink saree she nodded her head in yes.

She thought she could trust these two.

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