Legacy

Chapter 7

“Lily, are you telling me to join the circus?” Myra spoke with a harsh tone.

“No. I am telling you to claim what is yours.” Lily spoke with strong confidence.

On the other hand, in India Arjun looked at the cell phone. He did not get enough courage to ring her back. She is indeed a strong woman. She had never seen such a strong personality. She is indeed something.

He looked at her mother’s pale face and replied, “She might call back Maa. We can’t force her we can only request her.’

“I do not know what to do. I have done equally punishable mistakes along with your dad. I kept the truth hidden just to save this marriage and his reputation. I had a fear of losing everything. I had a fear that your father might do some wrong. Now see where I stand. I am equally guilty like your father in front of another girl who is just like my daughter. May God forgive me for such sins?”

Mayabati broke into tears when Rana Pratap entered the room.

“Did you talk to her? She must not stay there alone any longer. She must be here with us.” Rana spoke with a different tone.

“Why do you want her now papa? Tell me. You had abandoned her long back and now you want her in your family? Why dad? Do you think she would accept?” Arjun spat with venom.

“I know my mistake. I want to fix everything. I want to give her everything that she deserves. She is none other than my daughter. She is a Solanki. And she would be showered with everything that a Solanki deserves.” Rana spoke as he had everything printed in his mind since he got her call. In this one week, he thought about every possible way to bring her back.

“Only if she wants papa. We won’t force her.” Arjun warned his father.

“Prepare yourself to fly to Italy,” Rana said to his son who seemed nowadays giving a hard time to him. Rana could feel that Myra’s aura is reaching this Royal mansion though she is far away from here.

Chapter 7

Jaipur, India

One man was lying down on the floor of a dark room. He was all covered in blood, fresh and dried both. All the bruises were screaming the effects of painful tortures. Two men made that man sit on his knees while his hands were tied behind. Soon a loud thud was heard by them and one dark shadow entered that dark room filled with the smell of blood and sweat.

The huge tall frame was 6 feet above. The coldness of his presence was enough to bring chills down everyone’s spine. The room was partially dark so the dark shadow could see the face of the beaten man but not vice versa. The man stood silently in front of the knelt man. The other two men took the lead to describe the current situation.

“Boss, he is not speaking about the name of the actual mastermind. He said he does not know anything.”

The dark shadow just raised his hand to keep quiet. He came forward and bent down a bit to look directly into the eyes of that beaten-up man.

Now the man’s eyes got widen with shock after looking at those dark brown orbs. These two orbs are the most dangerous and ruthless. Nobody has ever seen mercy in them. The owner of the eyes is the one and only King of Underworld. His mother gave birth to him when his family was attacked by an unknown enemy. Since then he was given the name Ranvijay. He is the sole claimant of the throne Takht. The elder heir of Shekhawat’s. Ranvijay Singh Shekhawat. His ancestors had taken the oath of protecting Solankis. Ages had been passed. In this 21st still, the Solanki family is protected by these Shekhawat's and more precisely the Underworld is being controlled by them. This man is the most dangerous man of the Shekhwat’s bloodline. Nobody has dared to cross his path. The beaten-up man felt a big lump getting formed in his throat. He did not expect him.

“Anand Ahuja. Born in Mumbai, raised in Delhi. Worked as an informer of police and later as a drug dealer for Mirza’s gang. What made you take the deal of killing my family members? Who were they who gave you this contract?”

Anand could not speak a single word. He knew that he was in a big soup. He was given a photo and told to kill a person. He got a good amount of money. He placed the bomb in the exact car whose number was shared with him. The photo he got was not of the man who was standing in front of him. But the car where he placed the bomb got blown up as per the plan. If he had ever got the chance to know that this scenario is related to Ranvijay directly, he would not dare to take it.

“I do not have much time Anand Chachusa. That’s what your niece called you right? Do you know a single phone call from my side is enough to repeat the same scene that was created by you?”

“I do not know anything. I was given a big amount of money and a picture of that boy. I saw him coming out of the school and I was given a no of a car. I just did what I was told.”

“And you did not try to know who the little boy is? The boy is from the Shekhawat bloodline. How dare you touch something that you can’t afford. You placed the bomb with these two hands, right? Great. How about taking away these two.” Finishing his sentence Ranvijay stood up and gestured his men to do the needful.

“No. Have some mercy. Do not do such things. I do not know anything.”

“Whoever has appointed you, tell him that even if he tries to raise a single finger on my family, I will bury his entire family six feet under the desert of Rajasthan. It’s a Rajput’s promise.” Ranvijay turned his face and moved towards the exit when one of his men asked him.

“Boss, do we need to free him alive after cutting his both hands?”

“Yes. Whoever has appointed him, let him get my message that what could happen if someone raises a small finger at my family.”

Lowering the voice, the man asked again, “But boss he was not your family. He was the son of your employee.”

“So? His father and his family had served and still serving Shekhawat for the past 30 years. That day in that car it could be our uncle’s son. Accidentally it was exchanged, and my family member survived. But Jiten's uncle’s son Aviraj lost his life. Do not dare to ask such questions anymore. I would do the same if somebody tries to put his hands on your family too.” Finishing his sentence Ranvijay gave a death glare to his most trusted man. If somebody else would have asked this, he would surely be on his death bed.

“Sorry boss,” Azhar replied keeping his head down, and moved towards the man to cut his hands. An ear-piercing scream took over the room. Ranvijay gave a sinister smile and moved out of the torture cell.

“Whoever you are, you have signed your death note by yourself just by raising your hands on my family,” Ranvijay spoke in his mind.

Coming out of the area he started his car to reach the palace. There was another drama waiting for him.

Shekhawat Mansion

“Finally, look who got time to reach home for his marriage discussion?” A man spoke with a deep voice. He is Rajendra Singh Shekhawat. Father of Ranvijay Singh Shekhawat.

“Baba, not now again. I am already stressed out over some facts.” Ranvijay was too irritated about the fact of getting married to Ragini Singh Solanki.

“Before marriage only you are getting stressed out Bhai. What would happen when Ragini Bhabi would become your wife?" Randhir could not help but mimic his big brother.

“Baba get Randhir married with Ragini. He must face that instead of me.” Ranvijay suggested.

“Ranvijay, we have already discussed it. You are supposed to get married to Ragini. She is the daughter of Solankis and as per our treaty elder heiress of Solankis get married to the elder heir of Shekhawat. The election is also coming. We would be needing their support also.”

“Baba, Ragini is almost 8 years or younger than me. I don’t want to be called a pedophile. And I have far more other work to do rather than this marriage drama. Why can’t they choose Randhir? He is also the younger heir of Shekhawat.”

“But the TAKHT will pass on you only. So, Rana Pratap wants his daughter to get married to you only.”

“So, I can see Rana Pratap is just after the Takht," Ranvijay spoke with a harsh voice.

"End of discussion. We all know what is good for both of our families. We are bound…… “

Ranvijay cut his father in between and completed the sentences.

“We are bound with age-old promises. The Legacy Solanki family wants to keep can be only protected by us that is the Shekhawat family. And our thrones can be acknowledged by them only. And our current political scenario has a fair share of Solanki's too.”

Ranvijay mocked and left the room when his father shouted behind.

“You are getting old; you must marry now and that is why I found a good girl for you.”

“Yes, and that is why Baba chose a tantrum queen for you Bhai.” Randhir could not stop teasing his brother.

They both came out of the room and sat in the garden with some alcohol in hand.

“So Bhai, did you find the man behind the incident?” Randhir asked his brother.

‘Not exactly, I have a gut feeling that it is done by Agnihotris. But until we have some strong evidence, we cannot do anything. If we start taking steps a gang war may start. I am not worried about bloodshed but not now before an election when dad is already a candidate.”

“Did the man say anything about who had appointed him?”

“No, he was not aware of the entire situation. He is just a contract killer. But what I did to him is enough to shut the mastermind till the election.” Ranvijay was confident in his action.

“Yeah. At least things should be under control till your marriage least. Else your after-marriage life will be not so good.” Randhir gave a wink to his brother.

“You, asshole. You would always remain this jerk. I was not interested rather till not interested to get married to Ragini. She is too young and not just for me. Nowhere has she looked like a bride of me, the claimant of Takht. She is neither strong nor that much politically or diplomatically sound.”

“What do you want then? Come on Bhai. Don’t tell me you want a ninja wife for you. I just hope that in process of your expecting a strong independent diplomatic wife you may not end up being in a fight with your wife. Who knows if your wish gets granted and you may get a headstrong girl who would ask you to win a battle with her to claim the Takht itself? It will be a disaster then.” Randhir spoke such deep thoughts for the first time.