Ranvijay stormed into his office, his mood darker than his usual calm demeanor . Satyam, as usual, was trying to keep up with his quick pace and sharper orders.
“What’s the status on Maansi? Why did she back out?” Ranvijay demanded, barely sitting before unleashing his questions.
“She’s under immense pressure from her family. Her brother, Prashant, and their uncle, Uday Singh, are threatening her, sir.
Infact , They’ve also warned Sahil’s parents. Sukhbir ji and Rajbala ji are receiving death threats too,” Satyam reported, placing a folder on the desk.
Ranvijay slammed his fist on the table. “Cowards. They killed their own sister’s love to satisfy their false sense of honor, and now they’re intimidating the ones fighting for justice. I won’t let them get away with this.”
“They know you won’t back down, which is why they’re resorting to these tactics,” Satyam added cautiously.
“Arrange police protection for Sukhbir and Rajbala immediately. I don’t want anything to happen to them,” Ranvijay ordered, his voice firm.
“Already done,” Satyam confirmed. “But there’s more. Prashant and Uday Singh are here to see you.”
Ranvijay leaned back in his chair, a cold smirk forming on his lips. “Perfect. Let them in. Let’s see what the vultures have to say this time.”
Moments later, Prashant and Uday Singh entered the room. Uday, an imposing man with a weathered face, carried himself with the arrogance of someone who is used to of getting his way.
Prashant, younger and slimmer, had a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
Ranvijay didn’t bother standing up to greet them. “To what do I owe the displeasure of your company?”He mused leaning back in chair insulting them directly.
Uday Singh’s lips curled into a sneer. “Ranvijay Singh Shekhawat. You think you’re a hero, but you’re just a fool playing with fire. Drop this case, or you’ll regret it.”
Ranvijay laughed dryly. “Fire? I thrive in it, Uday ji. Tell me, what exactly are you threatening me with?”
Prashant stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. “We’re warning you. Back off, or we’ll handle you the same way we handled Sahil.”
Ranvijay’s smile vanished, his eyes narrowing. “You confess so easily. Makes my job simpler.”
Uday, losing his patience, pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at Ranvijay. “One bullet. That’s all it’ll take.”
Satyam froze, his hand hovering near the phone, but Ranvijay raised a hand, signaling him to stay calm. Without flinching, Ranvijay reached into his drawer, pulling out what looked like a gun.
Before anyone could react, he aimed it at Uday and fired.
The loud bang echoed in the room, and Uday staggered back in shock, dropping his weapon.
“What the—” Uday stammered, looking down at his feet where the shot had landed harmlessly.
Ranvijay’s smirk returned as he held up the toy gun. “Relax, Uday ji. It’s just a Diwali toy. Though I must admit, it’s quite effective at startling people.”
Prashant looked ready to explode, but Uday growled, “This isn’t over, Shekhawat.”
Ranvijay ignored him, casually picking up Uday’s fallen gun. “Real weapons, however, are a different story. You should be more careful with these.”He unloaded the gun and pocketed the bullets.
“Vaise, thanks for the gift. Ab mere paas aur goliyaan ho gayi.” He handed the empty gun back, smirking.
The two men stormed out of Ranvijay’s office after issuing their threats. Uday Singh glared at him, his words laced with venom. “This isn’t over, Shekhawat.”
Ranvijay watched them leave with a faint smirk, unbothered by their warnings. As the door shut behind them, he turned his gaze to the window, only to notice Sanyukta standing outside, staring at him with an expression of utter disbelief.
“Mad man,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
Ranvijay, catching her eye, suddenly turned and winked, gesturing for her to come in.
Sanyukta huffed in irritation, muttering under her breath, “Crazy man can't even begin to describe him,” as she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“What is wrong with you?” she started, her tone sharp and direct. “What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Ranvijay Shekhawat? Why are you playing these ridiculous games with my mother?”
Ranvijay, utterly unbothered, leaned back in his chair, casually swinging it from side to side. His lazy smirk made her blood boil.
Ranvijay raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “And here I thought my day couldn’t get any more exciting.”
“Well, you can sit if you want,” he offered, gesturing to the chair across from him.
“I’m not here to sit!” she snapped.
“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug before calling out, “Satyam, coffee lao.”
“I’m not here to drink coffee either!” she said in exasperation. “Don’t waste my time, Ranvijay.”
Ranvijay raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. “Coffee toh mere liye mangva raha tha, lekin ab tum aa gayi ho, toh tumhare liye bhi keh deta hoon.”
“Mr. Shekhawat—” she began, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.
“Come to the balcony,” he said, already walking towards the large glass doors. “Udhar se view kaafi acha hai.”
Without waiting for her response, he stepped out onto the spacious balcony attached to his office. Sanyukta groaned in frustration but followed him anyway. The view outside was indeed breathtaking—the setting sun painted the horizon in shades of gold and orange.
Ranvijay settled into a cushioned couch and gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit,” he said simply.
This time, Sanyukta obliged, lowering herself into the chair with a sigh.
“Aap kyun kar rahe hai ye sab… proposal and all?” she asked, her tone calmer now.
Ranvijay pulled out a cigarette, but the moment he noticed her scrunching her nose in disapproval, he put it back without lighting it.
“Main kar raha hoon kyunki main chahta hoon,” he said simply, his voice steady. “I want to marry you.”
His bluntness caught her off guard. She blinked, taken aback. “Ranvijay, please. Be serious. Yeh kaise ho sakta hai?”
Ranvijay tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “I am serious, Ab kya ICU mei admit hone bolunga tab maangi . Aur ‘kaise ho sakta hai’ ka kya matlab? Jaise sab karte hain, waise ho sakta hai. Ya phir tumne bhi society ke rules maan liye hain?
Do you also believe ki tumhari shaadi kisi divorcee, single parent ya kisi budhe se hi honi chahiye? If that’s the case, I really pity you, Sanyukta.”
She sighed deeply, shaking her head. “That’s not the case, Ranvijay. I don’t want your pity, nor your proposal. Main akeli khush hoon. I don’t need to marry anyone. I can take care of my son on my own.”
He smiled faintly, leaning back. “And that’s exactly why I want to marry you. Tumhare sawaalon ka jawab tum khud ho, Sanyukta.”
Her brows furrowed as she stared at him. “Kya matlab?”
Ranvijay leaned forward slightly, his tone calm yet firm. “Dekho, let me explain this. Dono families hume force kar rahi hain shaadi karne ke liye, right? But neither of us wants to marry anyone . Isn’t it better if we marry each other?”
Her frown deepened, but he continued undeterred.
“Na tumhe mei chahiye, na mujhe tum,” he said matter-of-fact. “Tum apna kaam karogi, main apna karunga. Nothing will change, sirf shaadi ka pressure khatam ho jayega.”
Sanyukta shook her head, her frustration evident. “It’s not that easy, Ranvijay. Shaadi mazaak nahi hai. Agar aap yeh sab soch kar mujhse shaadi karna chahte hain toh you’re highly wrong. You have a lot of misconceptions about marriage.”
Ranvijay watched her for a moment, his gaze unwavering. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But isn’t this better than living under constant pressure? Think about it, Sanyukta. You’re independent, smart, and a great mother. This isn’t about society or pity—it’s about practicality.”
“Look Sanyukta,” Ranvijay replied calmly, his tone serious this time, “I am taking this seriously. I know it’s not easy, but if we both want, we can make it work. Life itni difficult nahi hoti jitna hum khud bana dete hain.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, unconvinced.
“Insaan hurt kab hota hai, pata hai?” he continued, leaning back in his chair. “Jab usse expectations hoti hain. Humare case mein toh kuch bhi expectation nahi hai, toh problems bhi nahi hongi.”
Sanyukta sighed, shaking her head. “And what about my son? Woh bacha hai, Ranvijay. Yeh sab nahi samajhta. Uska kya?”
“I’ll accept him wholeheartedly,” Ranvijay said without hesitation. “I’ll be his guide, his father figure, his mentor—whatever role he needs. I’ll support you in every way with him. If you don’t trust me, I can even give that in writing.”
Sanyukta stared at him, stunned by his confidence.
“In fact,” he added with a smirk, “you won’t believe me, but iss proposal mein tumse zyada tumhara beta solid reason hai.”
She frowned at his words. “Aur woh kaise?”
Ranvijay grinned and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “See, agar main kisi aur se shaadi kar lun, toh ghar waale agle step pe aa jaayenge—they’ll start forcing me to have a family. Lekin yahaan, mujhe dono cheezein ek saath mil rahi hain—biwi bhi, bacha bhi. Life sorted!” He picked up his coffee cup, taking a slow sip as if his logic was unshakeable.
Sanyukta couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “This is not how it works, Ranvijay,” she said, exasperated. “You’re simplifying something that’s far from simple.”
“Haan, ab iss simple cheez ko algebra bana do,” he quipped, shaking his head mockingly. “Make it the most impossible thing in the world. Waise toh tum itni practical ho, lekin ab yeh tumhe samajh nahi aa raha.”
“Ranvijay—” she started, but he cut her off.
“Sanyukta, jab main keh raha hoon ki hum apni apni life jeeyenge aur Avu ko co-parent karenge, how difficult is it to understand that?” His tone was calm yet firm, almost daring her to challenge him.
Sanyukta looked at him, frustration warring with confusion. His logic, while absurdly casual, had a strange clarity to it. But could life really be that simple?
Ranvijay leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest. His tone was measured yet assertive. “Chalo, let’s take it this way. Suppose I blackout—fine, we don’t do this shaadi. Phir kya hoga?
You think tumhari family alliance dhundna band kar degi? And let’s assume for a moment that they do stop—kuch din ke liye. Uske baad yeh sab phir shuru hoga, and you know exactly what kind of proposals you’ll get.”
Sanyukta’s eyes narrowed as she processed his words, but she stayed silent.
“I may sound harsh and insensitive,” he continued, his voice softening just a fraction, “but you know the truth. Kaun tumhare bete ko accept karega bina kisi hidden agenda ke? And even if someone does, it’ll just be in return for using you physically.”
The blunt reality of his words stung, and Sanyukta looked away, unwilling to meet his eyes. Her jaw tightened, but she couldn’t deny the truth.
Aur aap nahi karenge,” she countered, her tone sharp, “after all, you’re a man too. Aapki needs nahi hain?”
Ranvijay sighed, leaning back further into his chair as if preparing for a long discussion. “I won’t,” he stated simply, his voice steady and assured.
Sanyukta raised her brows in disbelief before letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “Of course,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery, “you’ll just get your needs fulfilled outside, right? For your kind information, I absolutely hate this. Mere divorce ka reason hi yahi tha in case you don't know.”
She paused for a moment, her voice firm as she added, “I may not expect anything else from a relationship, but I won’t compromise on respect, honesty, or loyalty.”
Ranvijay smirked, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on the armrest. “Ho gaya judge karke? De di speech?” he asked scarstically.
She shot him a glare, but he didn’t falter. His tone softened, yet his words carried conviction. “I believe in those things just as much as you do, Sanyukta. I promise to be loyal, honest, and respectful to you in this relationship.”
Sanyukta crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. “Acha? Aap sage hai? Aapki koi needs nahi hai? And you expect me to trust you on this, Mr. Shekhawat?” she scoffed.
“I never claimed to be a saint,” he replied calmly. “Meri girlfriends rahi hain college ke time, but I know my limits. Aur jab tak tum nahi chahogi, ya tumhara full consent nahi hoga, tab tak main kuch nahi karunga, Sanyukta.”
She blinked, momentarily taken aback by his straightforwardness, but before she could respond, he raised a finger, smirking mischievously. “And now don’t start with that ‘main kyun chahungi’ and all that stuff. Needs sirf aadmi ki nahi hoti, Sanyukta. Women crave the same things too. You are a Biology teacher right ? I hope you’ve understood that in practical life too,” he said, his tone laced with teasing as his smirk widened.
Sanyukta felt her cheeks heat up at his bluntness and looked away, muttering under her breath. His audacity left her flustered, and her reaction didn’t go unnoticed.
“Sex ki baatein clear ho gayi ho toh,” Ranvijay continued with a playful grin, “ab main tumhari haan samjhu?”
She snapped her head back to glare at him, but his carefree laughter only grew louder.
“I need time to think,” she muttered, standing up abruptly. She adjusted her dupatta and turned to leave, but before she could step away, he gently grabbed her hand, stopping her mid-stride.
“Mujhe tumhari haan kehne ka style pasand aaya, Sanyuuuu,” he drawled, winking at her with a devilish grin.
“Pagal aadmi,” she muttered under her breath, pulling her hand free as she stormed out, her lips pressing together to suppress a smile. Ranvijay leaned back in his chair, his laughter echoing behind her.
Well she is not that bad ... infact very interesting. Life will be fun with her ...He thought looking at her from the balcony as she exited his office building.
Sanyukta toh convince ho gai lagta hai ..😜😜😜😜 Shaddi ke season mei Ranvijay or Sanyukta bhi ab list mei add ho chuke hai ...
So all of you...get your dresses ready ....kuki Shaddiiiii haiiiiiiiiiiii🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳
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