𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔.
This is a multi- couple books and follows the lives of The Thakurs who are the chieftains of Meergarh...
This chapter was already updated on Inkitt yesterday and posting this here now even though the target is not complete
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Dhara glances behind her once before climbing down the stairs to the basement.
The hall was eerily quiet like no one had visited this underground floor in a long time. She was here to find answers about Vikram's parents.
This mansion is devoid of any and all pictures. So, she had no clue where to search.
She decided to look around in the storeroom and that led her here.
She pushes the huge double doors and the heavy doors creak as they open. She huffs looking at a room full of things covered with white sheets.
Finding anything here would be like finding needle in a haystack. She thinks to herself.
But she was determined to get the answers that her husband was avoiding to give.
She walks over to remove one of sheets covering and she coughs as the dust pricks her nose. She sighs when she sees over furniture and decoratives beneath it.
She moves to undercover another one and again more antique pieces come to her sight. She glances around and her eyes fall on the cabinet at a corner.
She opens the first drawer and closes it in frustration as it was empty. She pulls the second drawer a little harshly but to her luck, it wasn't empty.
There was a portrait. A family portrait.
A family of four. A man and woman were seated while the two younger men stood behind them with confident stances. They all seemed aristocratic with their ornate attires.
The woman was the only one smiling regally while the men had serious countenance.
Something which reminded her of the men of this family. Now, that she glances again. The man standing at the left behind of who Dhara assumes to be his father, shares similarities with Vikram and his brothers.
She looks back at the drawer to find it empty other than this portrait. She carefully keeps it back.
Her gaze drops at a trunk next to it. She kneels in front of it and opens the heavy lid. She exhales deeply when she only finds sarees in them. She picks one of them up and her fingers run over the softest piece of silk. Maybe this belongs to the woman in the portrait! She wonders as she looks more observantly.
Her actions stop when her hand hits a hard surface. She takes that out and stares at the navy blue diary.
She looks at it conflictingly before opening it. There was no name on it and then she flipped through the first page. There was a diary entry.
