Samrat and Abhishree's engagement  took place at the Chauhan farmhouse last week. The intimate ceremony was exclusively attended by close friends, family, and associates, intentionally kept away from the prying eyes of the media. The engagement was kept a secret until it was done, and only then did the news reach the media. Since then, newspapers and channels started sharing carefully chosen pictures under strict control. Both families made sure that Abhishree's photos wouldn't be highlighted to prioritize her safety. Abhishree didn't mind, as she was accustomed to such situations.

Samyukta and Abhishree were shielded from the public eye. While the world was aware of their existence as daughters of the royals their faces remained a mystery. The two ladies were indifferent to their concealed identities, fully understanding the underlying reasons. They understood that there must be a reason for their families keeping them in the dark. 

The two were also unaware of the specifics of any mafia involvement. They were aware of a joint association within their families that provided high-end security and bodyguards and safeguarded women and children but remained clueless about the underlying dynamics. The female elders, even with a faint idea, don't utter a word about it in their mansions. Samyukta and Abhishree acknowledged the existence of something significant but remained uncertain. Perhaps time would reveal more to them.

The engagement went really well. Everyone, including the couple and their families, was super happy with the decorations. Samyukta took charge of the decorations and did a fantastic job. Abhishree, trusting her best friend's excellent taste, decided to let her handle the decorations for the wedding too. 

Abhimanyu looked incredibly handsome in his white suit, catching the attention of all the ladies in the room. He is used to such stares hence, remained unfazed as usual. However, today, his gaze was fixed on the goddess Samyukta. She donned a stunning blush pink saree adorned with sequins, perfectly aligning with the party's pink and white theme.

Abhimanyu's POV

She can carry a saree indeed. 

Epitome of class she is. 

Gone is the cute little Samyukta I remember from the past.

Her demeanor speaks volumes- a mix of elegance and composure.

Nope. I can't think like this about her. She deserves someone better than me. Clearly, I shouldn't make any move. This feeling shall pass with time. 

Tonight, I'm heading to France after the party. There's a deal to be made.

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The engagement party wrapped up around midnight, and as dawn broke, I headed off to France.

In the afternoon, I met with my French business partner to finalize our contract. We shared a meal and discussed business matters. The entire time, however, my mind was completely distracted! She lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. I need to find a way to get her out of my mind.

Suddenly, I noticed the cashier of the restaurant we were dining in checking me out. I saw my opportunity to get rid of her beautiful face. When we were leaving the restaurant, I signaled for her to get into my car. She had finished her shift already. Soon we reached my hotel suite.

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As soon as we entered the suite, I roughly kissed her on her lips and unfastened my shirt and pant. She pulled of her uniform and was in her bra and panties by the time we pulled away to take some breath. She looked at me with lust and I shared the same look for a couple of second then returned to kissing her making both of us go out of breath once more.

We walked to the bed all the while kissing. I opened her bra and pulled down her panties. She climbed on the bed and stood on her knees waiting for me to join her. My boner was protruding from my boxers. I pulled them down and joined her on the bed, positioning myself to thrust into her to let go of my frustration and uneasiness. While we began our session suddenly her face came in front of me. As she giggled, her locks playfully covered her face, and she kept brushing them behind her ears. I stopped moving inside her. I came out of her and lied on the bed. The girl stared at me with a questioning expression, silently asking, 'What happened?' Ignoring her, I sat up on my bed, covering my face with my hands, elbows resting on my thighs for support.

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"Thinking about your ex?" She asked

"No..." I groaned in frustration.

"Then?" She asked again while settling herself on the bed and dressing up.

I explained my situation to her briefly. 

"Why don't you ask her out?" She asked hearing my confession.

I further explained to her the risks involved in my job and emphasized my reluctance to compromise her safety. I spoke carefully, avoiding divulging too many details.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, absorbing what I'd shared. "It sounds complicated, but you shouldn't let fear hold you back forever. Maybe it's worth taking a chance. Then you'll be able to live without any regret."

I nodded, appreciating her perspective but still weighed down by the complexities of my circumstances. The room fell into a reflective silence as we both processed the conversation.

"I'm sorry for today. It shouldn't have happened." I apologized to her. 

"It's okay," she replied, offering a reassuring smile. 

"Thank you for understanding." I said. 

"You're welcomed. Bye, I'll leave now. Got a child to tend to." She replied. 

"You're a good person. Your child is lucky to have such a wonderful mother. You'll teach good values to him I'm sure." I said what was going on in my mind.

She smiled at me and started to leave. 

"You won't take anything?" I asked her as she didn't say anything.

"I've already earned a good time. All the best, buddy!" She said while leaving.

"At least say your name." I said.

"Gabrielle."

"Abhimanyu Singh Rathore."

"Nice to meet you Abhimanyu."

"Nice to meet you Gabrielle."

She left after waving at me.

Author's POV

Five days later, Gabrielle received a huge bag of gifts including lots of chocolates, a couple of mugs, a huge blanket, a couple of cardigans, socks, caps, some scarves and some toys.

The bag contained a letter saying:

Thank you for listening to me. Merry Christmas!

Gabrielle smiled as she gazed at the letter, well aware of its sender. Silently, she hoped for the chance to meet him again and express her heartfelt gratitude.

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FIVE DAYS AGO

As Abhimanyu journeyed back to India, he reflected on Gabrielle's words. He was taken aback that he had confided in a stranger, yet surprisingly, it brought him a sense of well-being. He felt light after having the conversation with her.

At times, solace comes from strangers rather than those close to us. Perhaps it's because subconsciously, we understand that they won't judge us based on our past.

He decided to feel okay being attracted to Samyukta. He chose not to stress himself and instead, go with the flow. He was eager to see what life had planned for him.

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