OBSESSED WITH THE DEVIL:A ROYAL VOW
Chapter-3
Arya and his two bestfriends Rishi Thakur [Ceo of Thakur group,Mafia],Vishal Patel [CM of Rajasthan], Three of them were sitting together with wine🍷and discussion about their work.
After sometime Arya share about his news of getting married
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
I’m getting married.
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
WTH⁉️
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
To who? When? Why didn’t you tell us?
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
IS SHE HOT?
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
Bro chill.
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
congrats? Or condolences?
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
Ira Rawal. Mewar royal. Wedding next week. Arranged. Political. No feelings. No drama.
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
Which automatically means... maximum feelings. Maximum drama. 💀
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
Wait wait wait. Ira Rawal? The icy queen of Udaipur?
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
She once walked out of a TED Talk because the speaker said “be soft.”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
That’s her.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
My future wife. For business reasons.
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
Bro. Are you marrying a woman… or a weapon?
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
Both, I think
Arya leaned back in his chair. He still couldn’t forget the way Ira looked at him during the meeting — like she was already planning his funeral. With a smile.
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
Be honest.
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
Do you actually hate this?
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
No. She’s smart. Strong. Maybe too strong.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
But I can handle it.
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
Famous last words.
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
She’s going to murder you in a lehenga. And make it look like a royal accident.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
I’m not scared of her
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
That’s because you’ve never been alone with her.
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
You might fall for her, bro.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
Not happening.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
This is business.
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
Yeah, and Titanic was just a cruise 🚢
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
Shut up Rishi
Rishi Thakur(ML bff)
I’ll write your wedding toast.
Vishal Patel(ML bff)
I’ll prepare the divorce lawyer, just in case.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
You both get out 💢❄️
After that they both drank all the wine from glass and ran away...
He leaned on the chair eyes closed
This wasn’t love. It was duty. A deal.
But for some reason... Ira Rawal’s voice echoed in his head:
> “Nothing about me is easy.”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
*Smrik
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“Good,”* muttered*
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“I like a challenge"
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