NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 325 : Dowry
As the atmosphere within the tent reached a crescendo of anticipation, Sophia's words hung in the air like a weighty promise. The stakes were high, and the gravity of the moment was palpable.
Despite the gravity, a lack of excitement settled within Das, his intuition raising a cautionary flag against what Sophia was about to propose. The brief interlude of silence was almost deafening, each second stretching like a taut thread.
Finally, breaking the silence, Das leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady as he posed the question that had become a palpable presence in the tent.
"And what, exactly, is this 'lifetime opportunity' you're offering?" His voice, calm and composed, betrayed little of his thoughts. It was as though he was testing the waters, seeking to unearth the true nature of the situation.
Sophia, her amusement masking her true intentions, observed Das closely. The glint in her eyes held a mix of curiosity and self-assuredness, as if she expected her proposal to be met with immediate compliance. Her lips curved into a confident smile, and she began to speak, her tone rich with pride and authority.
"Das, what I'm about to offer you is a chance to become a pivotal figure. An opportunity to rewrite the fate and secure your name in its history."
I don't like beating around the bush. can you speak directly...? Das asked with a intrigued look.
In a direct manner, Das cut to the chase, his eyes reflecting intrigue as he spoke. Inside his mind, a whirlwind of calculations and considerations were in motion. He was determined not to expose his true power and trigger any premature alarms that could jeopardise his cover and alert the main forces of the Aries family.
Amidst his mental flurry, Sophia finally broke the silence, revealing the elusive "lifetime opportunity."
"As you wish, I will be direct," she began.
"Das, when I first heard that you had come here for an underling, I thought you were a fool. Yet, upon laying eyes on you, I was captivated. Your demeanour, your audacity—it all intrigued me deeply."
"And now, I find myself completely taken by you. I want to marry you, Das. Be my husband. In return, I will offer you everything your heart desires. Limitless wealth, boundless power to reign over this country. You need only be obedient to me."
Sophia's words spilled forth with a mixture of excitement and pride, her tone unwavering. However, hidden beneath her enthusiastic proposal was a chilling reality that sent shivers down Das's spine.
As he gazed upon her visage, he battled the urge to express his disdain and deliver a sharp rebuke. The weight of the situation hit him fully, and he understood the reasons behind the camp's utmost respect and hospitality.
The silence that followed was profound, echoing through the tent like a heavy sigh. Unlike Sophia anticipated, Das did not offer an immediate agreement or display excitement.
Instead, his expression remained controlled, a mask that veiled his true sentiments. He surveyed Sophia's round countenance, struggling to contain the urge to admonish her outright or deliver a sharp reprimand. Beneath his exterior calm, Das's mind was racing, piecing together the puzzle that had eluded him until now.
In the midst of the tumultuous proposal, a storm of thoughts raged within Das. At first, the idea of dismantling the camp and confronting Sophia, this woman who seemed to radiate shamelessness and elephant pride.
But as the seconds stretched into minutes, a sly grin began to take form on his lips. The notion of exploiting this audacious woman, rather than outright destroying her, ignited a spark of amusement within him.
With calculated consideration, he gazed at Sophia, his face a canvas of mischief. The prospect of outsmarting her seemed more appealing than simply vanquishing her.
Sophia, with an air of playfulness and a hint of impatience, broke the silence. "Why the prolonged contemplation? Are you, by any chance, considering, turning down my generous offer?" Her words held a mixture of jest and subtle assertion.
In a swift turn of strategy, Das adopted a different demeanour. His voice carried a modulated tone, aimed at pleasing the larger-than-life woman before him.
"Hahaha, why would anyone in their right mind reject such an offer?" His words dripped with a feigned enthusiasm, his expression mirroring his words.
"Not only will I attain immense wealth and power, but I'll also gain the company of a woman of beauty and capability. It truly is an opportunity beyond measure. But…."
Sophia's cheeks ballooned into a wider smile, a display that sent a shiver down Das's spine. Yet, undeterred, he drew out the suspense, pausing to let his words hang in the air. Sophia leaned forward with eager anticipation, her curiosity piqued.
"What 'buts'?" she inquired, her excitement evident in her voice as her cheeks stretched into an eerie grin.
The stage was set, a dance of veiled intentions and unspoken subtexts playing out within the confines of the tent. With each word and calculated pause, Das wove a web of intrigue that would ultimately decide his next move.
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"I have a few considerations before fully embracing the prospect of being your life partner," Das began, his words carefully chosen, as if he was treading on uncertain ground. A pause lingered before he continued,
"There are certain matters I've left unresolved. So, I need some time and money to finish those things. If you help in this, I will be more satisfied to become one with you and share bed with you for rest of my life." His tone carried an undertone of genuine emotion, as though the prospect of sharing a life with Sophia was a dream he held dear.
Sophia's gaze softened, her demeanour shifting as she perceived his dispirited expression and the sadness in his eyes. The act of affection he projected found its mark, and her heart seemed to sway in response. Any intention to question the specifics dissolved in the face of his sincerity.
"I understand, Don't worry. I'm not a heartless woman. Tell me how much time and money you need. Don't hesitate to ask money. I'm not like that Farus family miser princess." she replied, her voice imbued with a touch of tenderness.
Sophia's prideful stance softened, her assurance unwavering. She leaned closer, the distance between them shrinking as she moved her chair. Her husbands, sensing the shifting dynamics, remained silent in the face of her authority.
Das's next words held a gravity that seemed to ripple through the air.
"Let's await the moment when your family asserts control over this city and dismantles the Farus family's influence. Once that power shift occurs, my path will become clear." His hand reached for Sophia's, holding it tenderly as his gaze locked onto hers, an affectionate intensity underscoring his words.
Sophia's prideful exterior softened even further, a trace of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "You know," she began, a glint of curiosity in her eyes, "that's actually quite admirable."
"To wait until the right moment and then follow your heart. Tell me how much money you need. Consider it as a dowry for our marriage" Her hand covered his, a gesture that conveyed both intimacy and solidarity.
As their hands intertwined, the connection between them seemed to deepen, the room filled with an atmosphere charged with anticipation. A complex dance was unfolding, where veiled intentions and sincere emotions converged. The dynamic was palpable, as two figures navigated the labyrinthine paths of power and personal desire.