MY LITTLE RABBIT.
Ishika's 🐰🐇POV:
The next morning, the house was abuzz with activity. A significant prayer was scheduled for the village, necessitating an early departure so everyone had to get ready early as well. The entire morning was a whirlwind of preparations.
"Kitni der laga rahe ho sab, jaldi karo. (How long are you taking everyone, hurry up.)" Mumma's voice echoed through the house, her impatience growing with each passing moment. She'd been preparing for the Shiv Rudra Abhisheka since the previous night. The preparations had everyone on their toes.
"Maa Sa sab aa jayege, aap ye dekho, sab hai na. (Maa Sa, everyone will be here, you see, everything is fine.)" Bhabhi said coming out of the pooja ghar.
"Nariyal kaha hai, maine kaha tha na... (Where is the coconut, I told you...)" Mumma started, her voice rising in irritation, her voice echoed through the house, she needs to calm down before something explodes and before the situation could escalate, I intervened.
"Nariyal aur baaki sara samaan car main hai, aap log bhi chalo baaki log bahar hi hai. (The coconut and all the other stuff is in the car, you guys come too, everyone is already outside.)" I interrupted mumma.
"Sab bahar bhi nikal gaye? (Everyone already went outside?)" Mumma asked, her voice laced with disbelief, I nodded in response.
"Ishika, looking beautiful," Bhabhi complimented, her eyes sparkling with approval.
"Not more than you, Bhabhi," I replied, returning the compliment.
"Chalo, chale (come on let's go.)" Mumma urged impatiently, her tone growing sharper.
Mrityunjay's 🐯🐅POV:
After a horrible night's sleep, I had to leave for work earlier than usual today. The warehouse situation was spiraling out of control, and I had a hunch about who might be behind the ordeal. He is the only one brazen enough to pull this off. He thought he is invincible, but he is sorely mistaken.
My phone rang, interrupting the quiet of the early morning. I am driving through the city traffic when the insistent vibration jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID before answering. It was Chirag Prasad, my security chief.
"What is it?" I asked him through my Bluetooth device.
Chirag responded, "Sir, we've confirmed that Atharva Singhania is the mastermind behind the warehouse fire."
"Where is that bastard now?" I demanded, how do I describe Atharva Singhania - he is a snake wrapped in silk. That's how I saw him. A charming facade, a smile that could melt ice, but underneath, a cold, calculating predator. His eyes held a chilling emptiness, a void devoid of empathy or remorse.
He was a master manipulator, a puppet master pulling strings from the shadows. He enjoyed nothing more than watching others squirm. He thinks he's untouchable, the only reason he's still breathing is because I allow it. But push me too far, and even I can't guarantee his safety.
"According to the last data record, he is in Ramgarh," Chirag informed me, his voice as calm and collected as ever.
"What the fuck is he doing there?" I asked, my voice icy and controlled.
"For a land deal," he replied, his voice flat.
"I'll catch him myself," I growled, I was already on my way to meet with Kartik. So, dialing his number, I steered the car towards Ramgarh. He is aware that half of the land in the Ramgarh is owned by Rathore's, how dare he places a foot in my territory and expect to leave unscathed. The audacity of this man to encroach on Rathore territory was unforgivable.
*Ring Ring*
"Hello" Kartik answered the call.
"You are coming with me to Ramgarh, right now."
"It's only 9:30 AM right now," Kartik pointed out.
"So?" I asked in an irritated tone.
"I'm coming," Kartik replied, his voice resigned.
Ishika's 🐰🐇POV:
The moment we stepped foot in the village, the cacophony of preparations enveloped us. Women in colorful saris bustled about, their laughter and animated conversations, creating a vibrant atmosphere. The heady aroma of incense and freshly cooked food filled the air, a tantalizing prelude to the afternoon's rituals. Everyone from nearby was here to take part in the prayer.
"Ishika beta tumhen 21 shivling banaane hai, piche wale taalaab kee mittee se, vaahee ja ke banaake le aana. (Ishika, daughter, you have to make twenty-one Shiva Lingas from the soil of the pond behind. Go there and make them there and bring them back.)" Chachi Sa commanded, her voice firm.
"Ji Chachi Sa," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. I was ready to contribute to the preparations.
"Ae chote, chal sath. (Hey chote, you are coming with me.)" I ordered Rudransh, my younger brother, as I turned to him. Everyone affectionately calls him Ansh, but I sometimes use the nickname 'chote' to call him. Piya, my younger sister, who is older than Ansh but younger than me, was already engrossed in crafting intricate flower garlands from marigolds and roses with Bhabhi.
"Ishika Di aap hi chale jao na. (Ishika Di, you go by yourself)" he whined, looking at me with pleading eyes.
"Jaa chup chap. (Go with her quietly.)" Cutting Rudransh's protest short, Mumma ordered sternly. Piya and I exchanged a glance. Chacha sa, Baba Sa and Karan Bhai Sa entered through the front door.
"Kya chal raha hai? (What is going on?)" Baba Sa asked, his voice stern. Piya and my eyes widened in surprise as Dada Sa looked at us shaking his head.
"Rudransh is not listening," Mumma complained, her voice rising in exasperation. Ansh's eyes widened in terror, mirroring our own surprise. Aaru giggled while playing with a flower and sneezed.
"Ansh, listen to your mother," Baba Sa scolded Rudransh. Piya giggled at the situation, while I couldn't help but chuckle.
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I turned to Ansh. "Ansh Jaa pani leke aa. (Ansh go bring water.)" I instructed, a fond smile playing on my lips. He is such a cute little brother. I love him so much.
"Di aap bohot bure ho.(Sis you are very bad.)" He whined, bringing the bucket of water.
"That, I am," I replied, a mischievous glint in my eye.
*Ring Ring*
Ansh's phone rang, disrupting the peaceful ambiance. He excused himself, moving a short distance away to take the call. My hands were covered in mud as I was already halfway through shaping the Shiva Lingas.
"Di, I have to go. Baba Sa asked me to come," Ansh informed me.
"Okay, go," I replied, my attention returning to the task at hand.
Mrityunjay's 🐯🐅POV:
The dilapidated mansion loomed large against the morning sky. Its crumbling facade was a stark contrast to the vibrant life that pulsed through the village. I parked the car, a sense of foreboding washing over me. This was the place Chirag had mentioned, the heart of Atharva's operation. As I stepped out of the car, the silence was almost deafening, broken only by the distant cawing of crows.
I found myself greeted not by my target but by some of his underlings. A wave of disgust washed over me as I watched the scene unfold. Ten burly men, their faces contorted in rage, advanced towards us. Kartik, as efficient as ever, was already engaged, his movements a blur of calculated violence. I joined the fray, my body moving with a cold precision, each strike a calculated response to the chaos around me.
Two of their men lay sprawled on the concrete and the rest had fled, their bodies still twitching. Kartik stood over the captives, his face a mask of cold efficiency as he extracted information. The fear in their eyes was palpable, a stark contrast to the calm brutality in Kartik's. I stood at the periphery, watching, The question on everyone's lips, including mine, was simple: where was Atharva?
Twenty minutes had passed in what felt like an eternity. One of the men was unconscious, his body limp on the cold concrete. The other, a quivering wreck, could only manage a stuttering, "I d-don't kn-know." Impatience gnawed at me, a feral beast clawing at the walls of my control.
"This is the last time I am asking, Where. Is. He?" I demanded, my voice a low grow I could feel the anger coursing through me, a hot, destructive force. One more wrong word, and I would unleash it.
"I Re.. Really D.. Do... don't." *bang bang* I shot him dead.
Kartik stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"He was getting on my nerves"
"Why did you shoot?... Nerves.. we could have..." Kartik was visibly agitated, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Take the other one in the custody and If you want you can go back now. I'll leave after some time." I ordered Kartik succinctly, my tone brooking no argument.
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The morning sun cast long, dancing shadows across the courtyard, its warmth already beginning to bite. A gentle breeze carried the scent of jasmine and wet earth, a symphony of nature's awakening. The villagers were stirring, their day already in motion. It was a scene of tranquil rural life, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me.
My phone rang, interrupting the tranquil morning. I answered, "Yes, Chirag?" I glanced across the expansive pond towards the imposing mansion on the other side. It was a stark contrast to the rustic charm of my own abode.
"I've got information on the girl from last night," Chirag's voice came through the phone, his tone professional.
There lives the Jaiswals. A name synonymous with rivalry in our family owns the mansion that is right across ours on the other side of the pond. Bade Rana Sa's disdain for them is legendary. And for good reason, I suspected.
"What is her name?" I asked, my voice low, a dangerous edge creeping into it. I heard a voice talking to themselves. A familiar voice, it is not, any other voice, it is the very same one that had been haunting me the whole night yesterday.
I immediately went to where the sound came from, I was stunned to find her standing there, looking as breathtaking as yesterday. Her presence as unexpected as it was captivating. Her ethereal beauty was intensified by the soft morning light filtering through the trees. She looked out of place, a delicate flower amidst the rustic charm of the village.
"Ishika Jaiswal. She's an electronics engineer in one of the Singhania group's companies, and she's the daughter of..." Chirag's voice was cut off abruptly, as I ended the call.
I found myself standing behind her before I could consciously register the decision. It was as if my body had acted on its own accord, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
"Pata nahi kaun tha vo? Aapko toh pata hai na, ye sab mere bas ki baat hi nahi hai. (I don't even know him. You already know that, all this is beyound my control.)" She was talking to the shiv ling in her hand, her hands were covered in mud.
She stood there, lost in thought, her voice a mere whisper carried by the wind. The setting sun casts long shadows, creating an ethereal atmosphere. I watched her, a sense of protectiveness washing over me.
'Ishika Jaiswal'
"mujhe kuch nahi pata. (I don't know anything else)" She said, her voice barely audible. Gently placing the Shiv Ling on the tray.
'Vardhman Jaiswal's grand-daughter.'
"Dekhiye aapko meri sunni hi hogi bas, (you just have to listen to me that's it.)" She said, her voice firm, suddenly she stood up, turning around her hands landed on my chest, startled by my sudden presence, she stumbled backward, her eyes wide with surprise.
I caught her before she could fall, my arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. Our eyes locked, a silent current passing between us. She was breathtaking, a vision of innocence and vulnerability. For a fleeting moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
"A.. Aap Yaha. (Y.. you here.)" She breathed, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Aapko mera yaha hona achchha nahi laga? (You didn't like me being here?)" I questioned, a playful edge to my voice. She averted her gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Her shyness was endearing, yet perplexing.
"Hamne aise toh nhi kaha. (I never said that.)" She replied, her voice soft and sweet. A gentle smile played on her lips, dispelling the earlier tension.
I steadied her, my arms a comforting brace. Her breath was rapid, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and embarrassment. There was an undeniable vulnerability about her that tugged at something deep within me.
"v.. vo a.. aapki sh.. shirt (Y.. your sh.. shirt.)" She stammered, her voice barely audible. Panic flickered in her eyes as she struggled to keep the tears at bay.
"Hey, hey, it's just a shirt," I managed to soothe, my voice gentle. My hand found its way to her cheek, a clumsy attempt at comfort. I'd never been good with people, but at this moment, all I wanted was to ease her distress.
"You give it to me, I'll clean it for you." She showed her hands to me for me to give her my shirt.
"Right now?" I asked, surprised by her offer.
"Ji, haan. (ah, yes.)" she replied, her voice a soft whisper. "No! no, come to my home I'll clean it there." She told me. There is no way she knows who I am, otherwise she would have hid in her burrow the moment she saw me.
"Are you sure?" I asked her.
*Pika pee pika pee pikachu* what the hell is that?
Her eyes widened. She looked at me with puppy eyes. Looking more like a sad rabbit rather than a puppy.
"What happen?" I looked at her with serious eyes.
"Mobile pocket main hai. (Mobile is in the pocket.) will.. you please take it out." She asked in a soft voice. How the hell do I always end up in such situations with her? And why am I acting so timid around her it never happened before, if it had been someone else even I don't what would have happened.
Our eyes met in a silent challenge. She gestured towards her skirt, a silent plea for help. With a swift movement, I reached into the pocket she indicated, retrieving her phone, I showed it to her.
"Utha bhi dijiye na (Please pick up the call too)" She pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation. I sighed, resigned to my fate.
Picking up the call, I held the phone to her ear, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of her skin.
"Ji mumma... (Yes, mumma.) Haan ho gaya hai... (Yes, it's all done.) Bus aati hu... (I am on my way.) Ok." She replied into the phone, her voice as smooth as velvet, it is also perfect just like her. Midway through the conversation, her gaze met mine, a silent plea for understanding. She nodded subtly, indicating it was time to end the call.
"Ji aap yahaan thodi der rukenge, main hath dho loo phir chalte hai.... Aap chal rahe hai na? (Will, you stay here for a while, I will wash my hands and then we will leave.... You are coming with me, right?)" She asked, her voice soft yet assertive.
"Do whatever you want, I'm right here," I replied, I tried to sound indifferent.
"Okay," she replied, walking towards the bucket full of water. The afternoon sun casts long shadows as she washed her hands, a simple act filled with a quiet grace.
"Shall we?" she asked, her voice soft, a question hanging in the air.
"Aap aage aage hum peeche peeche. (Right behind you.)" I told her, hearing me she nodded.
Ishika's 🐰🐇POV:
I was so startled to see him right behind me when I turned around, I know I was talking to the god about wanting to meet him but how the hell did he listened to me so soon?
And why do I always end up in such situations with him. What must he think of me. My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face him. His proximity was unnerving, his intensity captivating.
I couldn't look away, my gaze locked on his. There was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that drew me closer. I cannot get enough of him no matter how much I stare at him.
I really wanna know his name, should I just, ask him right now or not? 'Bhagwan ji puch loo kya? (God should I just ask him?)' I thought to myself, a surge of courage battling with a wave of shyness.
"A.. Aap ka naam Kya... (W.. What is your nam...)" I began, my voice barely a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. But before I could finish, a familiar voice interrupted me.
"Ishika Di! Ishika Di! Let me carry the tray," Rudransh's voice cut through my question, his eager hands reaching for the tray. I handed it over, my mind still reeling from the interrupted question.
"Tujhe kyu bulaya tha? (Why did they call you?)" I asked Rudransh, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. My gaze involuntarily drifted back to the spot where the mysterious man had been standing.
"Nothing much, just some groceries." Rudransh replied casually. We reached the imposing gates of the mansion, its grandeur dwarfing the surrounding houses.
"Here we are," I announced, turning on my heels to look at the person who's name, I still don't know because of the stupid little brother of mine. He nodded in acknowledgment.
"Ye kaun hai Di?" Rudransh whispered, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Toone inhe abhi notice kiya," I retorted, a hint of amusement in my voice.
"I thought he was going to go the other way at some time," Rudransh muttered, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
"Shall we not go inside the mansion?" Mr. Handsome asked me.
"Haan, Haan, chaliye na. (Yes! yes! let's go inside.)" I replied, eagerness evident in my voice. We stepped into the grand entrance hall, its opulence somewhat diminished by the absence of people. 'Where has everyone gone?' I thought. Ansh left in search of mumma.
"Come with me," I said, my voice a mere whisper in the quiet expanse of the mansion. The grand hall, with its high ceilings and ornate chandeliers, seemed to echo with our footsteps.
"Ye leejiye pehan leejiye, yahaan bas yahee hai. (wear this, it's all I have here.)" I offered, holding out a kurta. I had packed it for Ansh in case he needed any clothes.
He disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. A few moments later, he emerged, dressed in the kurta, its fabric clinging to his well-defined physique. "Here," he said, extending the soiled shirt towards me.
"Here," he said, extending the soiled shirt towards me
Damn, he is handsome. A thought flashed through my mind as I took in his appearance. There was an undeniable aura of confidence about him, a quiet intensity that was both intriguing and intimidating.
"Ishika!! Come downstairs! Everything is ready, everyone is waiting for you!" Bhabhi's voice echoed through the house, carrying a note of urgency.
"Haan, aati hoon!" I replied, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Aap chalenge pooja mein?" I asked the man, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.
"Sure, why not?" he replied, a casual indifference masking the underlying curiosity. His eyes held a certain intensity, a silent challenge that intrigued me.
"Let's go then," I suggested, trying to sound confident.
"Behind you," he said, his voice a low rumble. A blush crept up my cheeks.
*Ring Ring*
His phone rang, its insistent vibration breaking the spell. For a moment, he seemed oblivious, his gaze remained fixed on me, as if hypnotized.
"Your phone," I prompted softly, my voice barely a whisper.
"What?" he asked, still staring at me.
"It's ringing, your mobile phone," I pointed out, my voice barely audible, he has that effect on me. His intense gaze finally broke as he glanced down at the insistent vibration. A flicker of irritation crossed his face before he answered the call.
"What is it?... Cancel it... No... Where?... hm," he muttered into the phone, his voice low and intense. There was an air of annoyance about him. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly handsome he was, his features chiseled.
His eyes, his green eyes holding a depth that was both alluring and intimidating. He is really handsome, Did I tell you he is fucking gorgeous.
"I have to get going" He looked at me so intensely, his gaze held mine captive, a strange intensity burning in his eyes. I couldn't decipher the emotions swirling within myself was it danger, or something else entirely?
"So soon?" I mumbled, disappointment coloring my voice. I did not intend for him to hear me.
"I'll stay if you want," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He heard me I thought, embarrassed.
"NO, no, you should go. Your work is more important." I insisted, not wanting to distract him from anything that needs to be done. He stared at me some more, his gaze held mine, a silent intensity that made me feel both vulnerable and strangely exhilarated. The look in his eyes made me feel like he wanna possess me completely.
"I'll go," he said, his tone final. As he turned to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.
Mrityunjay's 🐯🐅POV:
I stepped into the imposing glass facade of the corporation, Vidyut was already at the front desk, engaging in a flirtatious banter with the receptionist. His head snapped up as I entered, a smirk playing on his lips which turned into a full on laughter as he approached me, I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What are you wearing?" Vidyut asked, his laughter turning into a smirk.
"You done?" I asked, my voice edged with impatience.
"No, wait a few minutes," Vidyut said, and I gave him a serious look. He tried to suppress his laughter, while I rolled my eyes in response.
"Is everything ready" I asked him.
"Yes, but why are you after such a loser, I don't think he is capable of anything, other than being useless." He gave a ridiculous look.
"He touched something, that is mine." I said as I walked to the basement of the building, a highly confidential area, where only a few people are allowed to enter. Well, it is more like a dungeon. Vidyut made a confused face with eyebrows frowned.
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That fucker Lucky is held captive and being tortured, How dare he interrupt my quality time with my little rabbit, I am gonna rip him to shreds. He'll have to suffer for making my little rabbit anxious. He was lying on the floor of the basement.
"How dare you touch my little rabbit?" I asked him, stepping on his hand.
"I... I never tou..touched an.. any ra... rabbit." He stutter which made me more mad.
"You stalked her." I said. I pulled him up from his collar and stabbed his eye with the hunting knife in my hand. He screamed.
"AAHhh... I don't k.. know what y.. you ar... are talking ab.. about." He stutters again, I threw him on the ground.
"Stop stuttering." His stuttering is annoying me more than usual. I kicked him.
"I re.. really didn't st... stalked anyone." Kicked him again breaking some of his ribs.
"You are a liar as well" He coughed out blood.
"A.. are you ta... talking ab.. about Ish..." As soon as I heard her name coming out from his mouth, I picked him up, holding him by his throat, squeezing the life out of him.
"Do not say her name from your filthy mouth." I threw him hard on the ground.
"Pl.. Please let m.. me go.." He was pleading like a gutter rat.
"I think I'll give you a chance to live, since you begged so sincerely..... let's play a game, you ran and saber will catch you, if you could get out of the room before he caught you, you'll live and if not?" I shrugged.
He must be cursing me from inside, the look in his remaining eye told me, too bad he is a coward to say anything out loud. I stepped back picking up the remote of the cage that is kept in the dark at the right corner of the room.
"I'll give you a head start, run.. run.. run" I was enjoying the show. He was limping, running on his broken leg. I pressed the button on the remote to open the door of the cage.
*Roar roar*