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Dhimahi’s POV -
I have to tell Dhanay everything. He has every right to know the truth. But how is it even possible? Noor is alive… when Dhanay himself had shown me the photo — her lifeless body, eyes closed, wrapped in white, with garlands around her.
Why would he lie to me?
Or… what if he was lied to?
I need answers. And if Dhanay was kept in the dark all these years, then he deserves the truth more than anyone.
Trayambak isn’t home. This is the best time. I can’t delay this any longer.
I walk into Dhanay’s room. He’s still out cold — the alcohol from last night hasn't worn off. Waking him up feels like moving a mountain. I go fetch lemon water and gently shake him until he stirs.
He groans, holding his head. I look him dead in the eyes.
"Dhanay, tujhse kuch zaroori baat karni hai."
["Dhanay, I need to talk to you about something important."]
He blinks, startled — probably thinking I’m about to yell at him for drinking.
"Kya baat karni hai, Didi?"
["What do you want to talk about, Didi?"]
"Tu pehle fresh ho le… phir baat karte hain."
["Freshen up first… then we’ll talk."]
He nods, surprisingly obedient, and walks to the washroom without question.
When he returns, wiping his damp face with a towel, I pat the space beside me on the bed.
"Baith yahan… Dhanay, tujhe kuch batana hai."
["Sit here… Dhanay, there’s something I need to tell you."]
My voice trembles. I don’t know how to begin. His reaction terrifies me. He’s lived in guilt for three years. He’s carried her death like a scar on his soul.
"Bataiye, Didi?"
["Tell me, Didi?"]
I freeze. My mind blanks.
"Didi?" he nudges my shoulder.
["Didi?"]
"Bolo, kya bolna tha aapko?"
["Say it… what did you want to tell me?"]
I look down. Then meet his eyes.
"Woh… Dhanay…"
["Well… Dhanay…"]
"Kya, Didi? Iske aage bhi kuch bolo!"
["What, Didi? Say something more!"]
A beat of silence. I finally let it out.
"Dhanay… Noor… Noor zinda hai."
["Dhanay… Noor… Noor is alive."]
His expression changes in an instant. He recoils as if I’ve slapped him.
"Didi, kya mazak laga rakha hai? None of this is funny!"
["Didi, what kind of joke is this? None of this is funny!"]
I grab his trembling hands before he pulls away.
"Mazak nahi hai, Dhanay… main jhoot nahi bol rahi. Noor zinda hai… aur woh Trayambak ki behen hai. Uska asli naam Trinetra hai."
["This isn’t a joke, Dhanay… I’m not lying. Noor is alive… and she’s Trayambak’s sister. Her real name is Trinetra and not Noor "]
He freezes again — this time in disbelief. Then something flashes in his eyes.
"Aapko kaise pata uska asli naam Trinetra hai?"
["How do you know her real name is Trinetra?"]
I narrow my eyes.
"Kya? Tujhe pata tha?"
["What? You knew?"]
He nods, slowly, painfully.
"Haan… sabko pata tha. Uska asli naam Trinetra hi hai. Maine hi uska naam Noor rakha tha… uski khoobsurti ke wajah se. Usse woh naam itna pasand aaya ke usne dusron ke samne khud ko Noor kehkar hi milwaya."
["Yes… everyone knew. Her real name was Trinetra. I gave her the name Noor… because of her beauty. She loved that name so much, she introduced herself to others as Noor."]
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The Oculesics- Ek Kahaani Junoon Ki
Fantasy"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh kh...
