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Kaun aane waala hai wahan se...
jidhar ko nazar hai tumhari?
Tum hi poochte ho haal sabka musalsal,
Kisi aur ko zara bhi khabar hai tumhari?
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Anokhi abruptly pulled away from Shaurya's embrace, realizing only after a few moments that she had instinctively sought comfort in his arms.
Both of them quickly regained their composure, but the intensity of the moment lingered between them. Shaurya gently took hold of her hands, his touch a soothing balm amidst the turmoil.
As he leaned in to kiss her, Anokhi recoiled angrily, yanking her hands away and startling him. Her eyes pierced into his, brimming with anger and hurt.
In a stern tone, she said, "Kyu aaye hai aap yaha...??"
Shaurya, taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor, replied in a hurt and concerned voice, "Apni biwi ke liye aaya hu..."
"Konsi biwi...kiski biwi ... Iss kamre mai filhal sirf mai hu... Anokhi Bhalla... Aapki biwi kaha hai... Kahi dikh nhi rhi???" Her sarcastic and hurtful words spilled out, laden with bitterness.
She scanned the room, her words dripping with venom.
He responded, his voice filled with pain, "Woh m.. mere samne hai..."
"Kaha???" Her tone grew colder, her words cutting through the air like shards of ice.
"Mujhe dikh kyu nhi rhi..." she reiterated, her tone a blend of sternness and detachment.
Anokhi was well aware that her cutting remarks were causing him pain, yet she wanted him to feel the weight of her suffering, to understand the power of words and their lasting impact.
She wasn't going to easily forgive him this time. She wanted him to share in her agony, the torment she had endured the night before.
"Anokhi...pl.. please" Tears welled up in Shaurya's eyes as he gazed at her, his wife, who seemed to have lost all recognition of herself.
Desperate to bridge the growing chasm between them, he gently stroked her cheeks with his thumb, his voice quivering as he tried to speak,
"Tum ho m... meri biw-"
She abruptly pulled away from his touch, interrupting him with a sharp retort,
"Konsi biwi... Woh jisse shaadi karna aapki life ki sabse badi galti thi...
"Ya fir woh biwi jiske aapke life mai aate hi sab uthal-puthal ho gaya... Jo aapke saare problems ki jadd hai..." Her words lashed out fiercely, aimed directly at his heart, while tears streamed down her cheeks.
Shaurya's tears flowed freely as he recalled the harsh and venomous words he had once used to belittle her presence in his life. He had made her feel so small and insignificant that now she didn't even want to look at him.
"Ano...khi p...please..." His pain and devastation were palpable.
But before he could finish his sentence, she cut him off, a hurtful smirk playing on her lips as she spoke with anguish in her voice, her eyes locked onto his,
"Agar aapko ye lag rha hai Mr. Sabherwal ki aapne jiss tarah mujhse kal baat hi uske baad mai aapko maaf kar dungi... Ya fir... Abhi kuch der pehle aap jese mujhe hug kiye the uske baad mai sab bhool gayi hu... Toh ye aapki sabse badi galatfehmi h..."
"Mai kuch bhuli nhi hu Mr.sabherwal... na mai itne aasaani se kuch bhulne waali hu... " Amidst the tumultuous exchange of emotions, she uttered words that etched themselves deep within her being.
"Aapne jo jo mujhse kaha .... Mujh par ilzaam lagaye uske baad mai aapko kabhi maaf nhi karungi ...."
Shaurya stared into her eyes, acutely aware of the weight of her words.
Each syllable she spoke carved a path of anguish within him, and tears cascaded down his cheeks unbridled. His heart shattered into a million pieces, leaving him engulfed in an overwhelming sense of numbness and immobilization.
"Ano...khi... pl..please...just to me once...." With desperation lacing his trembling voice, he reached out to touch her shoulder, hoping to bridge the growing chasm between them.
But she forcefully shrugged off his touch, her eyes locked onto him with a dangerous intensity.
"Kehne sunne ke liye abb kuch bacha hi kya h!!!???" she asked, her voice thick with torment.
"Kya aapne meri ek baar bhi baat suni... Mujhe khudko explain karne ka ek mauka diya ??!!!?" She implored, her voice laden with raw emotion.
"Nhi" she replied curtly, tears still streaming down her face.
"Na aapne meri baat suni aur nahi mujhe khud ko explain karne ka mauka Diya.... Fir kis haqq se aap mujhe aaj mana ne aaye h..."
"Woh aap hi the na jisne kaha tha ki behtar hota agar gum kabhi mile hi na hote...," she reminded him, her voice tinged with sorrow.
"Perhaps you were right," she choked out, her voice trembling with an overwhelming wave of grief.
Her words pierced his soul, leaving him standing there, a mere shell, as he absorbed the anguish pouring forth from her heart.
"Bohot accha hota agar mai aapse kabhi mili hi na hoti... Na mujhe kabhi aapse pyaar hota..." she continued, her voice quivering with pain.
"For both of us... it would have been better," she whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the heavy burden of his emotions.
"Esaa nhi h anokhi... ," he pleaded, desperate for her to hear him, if only for a moment.
"Please..." But she turned away, averting her gaze, tears still flowing ceaselessly down her cheeks.
"Aap jaiye yaha se ... Mujhe aapse chidd aane lag rhi h..."
"Mujhe aapka chehra bilkul bardaash nhi horra..."
"Just get lost!" she yelled, a mixture of anger and anguish coloring her voice.
Meanwhile, Ahir & Shaan, walked in sensing the depths of shaurya's and anokhi's sorrow and turmoil. Shaurya's emotions were a tempest, an entangled web of pain and confusion consuming his very being.
"Suna tumne anokhi ne kya kaha...," Shaan's voice emerged from behind, shattering the silence.
"Behtar hoga shaurya agar tum filhal ke liye anokhi ko akela chodd do... She needs rest.."
"Shaurya..." Ahir intervened, attempting to assuage Shaan and guide him to choose his words with greater care. But Shaan interrupted, his tone firm as he locked eyes with Shaurya, who appeared devoid of any trace of emotion.
"Ahir beta apne dost se kaho ki filhal ke liye anokhi uska chehra nhi nhi dekhna chahti..."
Shaurya silently acquiesced, his head bowed low, and departed without casting a single glance in anyone's direction.
Anokhi, too, sobbed inconsolably, overwhelmed by the pain she had inflicted upon the man she loved more than life itself.
"Anokhi beta... Please shaant ho jao...."
Shaan tried to console her, his voice brimming with tenderness as he gently patted her head. Ahir, perceiving the depth of their anguish, quietly withdrew from the scene, affording them the space they desperately needed to heal.
His heartache knew no bounds as he grappled with the torrent of emotions raging within him. He yearned to turn back the hands of time, to erase the hurtful words and start anew. Yet, he understood that the past deeds cannot be undone.
He sat beneath the sheltering branches of a tree, his body consumed by tremors as he huddled into himself, seeking refuge from the storm that raged within.
The weight of Anokhi's words pressed heavily upon him, each syllable a dagger piercing his heart. In that moment, he felt like a fragile vessel, insignificant amidst the vastness of the world.
"Mai yahi de...deser...ve karta hu... Y... yahi deserve karta hu ... b...bohot hurt... Kiya maine usse..."
"W...woh... Mu...mujhe thapp...pad maar leti ... L...lekin... Chidd...."
Tears flowed incessantly down his face, tracing paths of sorrow that shimmered in the pale light of dawn. His once bright eyes had turned puffy and bloodshot from the countless hours spent in anguished weeping.
He was a broken man, his spirit shattered, his soul ravaged by an onslaught of emotions he could no longer contain.
"Kaha tha na maine shaurya... Ek din tujhe apni galti ka ehsaas hoga lekin tab tak bohot derr ho chuki hogi..."
Amidst the darkness of his despair, a voice softly penetrated the cacophony of his thoughts. Ahir, who had witnessed Shaurya's pain, approached him with cautious steps.
Concern etched deeply into Ahir's features as he gazed upon the shattered remnants of the man he once knew. A single tear of empathy escaped Ahir's own eyes, his heart breaking at the sight before him.
With a gentle touch, he reached out, his hand landing tenderly on Shaurya's trembling shoulder, a gesture meant to offer solace and guidance. "Shaurya, please shaant ho jaa..."
Ahir whispered, his voice imbued with genuine care.
He patted Shaurya's shoulder gently, silently urging him to turn and face the world, to open himself up to the support that was being offered.
But he remained motionless, his face hidden from the world, uninterested in engaging with anyone. Undeterred, Ahir moved closer, slowly taking a seat beside Shaurya.
The pain he felt at witnessing his friend in such a shattered state resonated within his own heart, and he longed to provide comfort and support.
Another tender pat on the shoulder, and Ahir called out to Shaurya once again, his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and desperation.
"Shaurya, please... Ek baar meri taraf dekh... Please...," Ahir pleaded, his voice heavy with emotion. He yearned for Shaurya to acknowledge his presence, to allow himself to be seen and understood.
In response, Shaurya lifted his head, revealing a face streaked with tears. His eyes, swollen and red, spoke volumes of the pain and devastation he endured. Ahir's heart ached further at the sight, overwhelmed by the depth of Shaurya's suffering.
Without uttering a word, Ahir reached into his pocket, retrieving a handkerchief. Gently, he wiped away the tears that marred Shaurya's face, his touch a gentle balm meant to alleviate the torment.
As he did so, Ahir spoke softly, his voice tinged with sorrow as he looked deeply into Shaurya's eyes.
"Abb roo ke kya fayda..."Ahir asked, his voice a whisper carried on a gentle breeze.
"The chaos has already been unleashed... The damage has already been done." Pausing for a moment, Ahir observed the wreckage that Shaurya had become.
He spoke again, his voice filled with a sense of helplessness and longing.
"Ye tune apni kya haalat bana li h.... Khud ko aaine mai dekh..."
"Shaurya itna kese tutt gaya...haa..."
Ahir questioned, his tone a blend of sadness and hurt, as if the pain inflicted upon Shaurya was a burden he too shared.
"Crying will not mend the broken pieces shaurya... It only deepens the wounds."
"Maine kaha uss waqt tujhse hospital mai hi kaha tha ki tu waqt rehte anokhi bhabhi ko samjh... "
"Unnpar vishwaas karna sikh... Tune meri baat nhi suni... Aur dekh..." He continued speaking, his voice filled with concern and sorrow.
"Aaj woh din aa gaya jab tujhe apni galti ka ehsaas hai lekin bhabhi tujhe maaf karne ke liye tayyar nhi hai..."
"Agar tu has waqt samjh jaata toh aaj sab thik rehta... Lekin abb baat bohot aage badh chuki hai..."
"Anokhi bhabhi bhi tutt gayi... Tu bhi tutt gaya aur sh...shayad ye ...r... rishta b-"
"Nhi..." Shaurya, amidst his tears, interrupted Ahir's words, cutting through the air with a desperate plea.
"Anokhi aur mera rishta kabhi nhi tutt sakta... Hum dono ek dusre ke liye bane h... Did u get that ???" Shaurya spoke ferociously.
"Achhhaa..." Ahir yelled.
"Toh ye baat tujhe uss waqt kyu nhi samjh aayi jab tu baar-baar anokhi bhabhi ko blame karta raha... "
"Maine... Shaan sir ne ... Hum sab ne tujhe samjhaya ki shaurya apne rishte ko sambhaal... Trust karna sikh...der nhi huyi hai..."
"But u chose the opposite..." Ahir yelled, his voice filled with disappointment. Shaurya felt a pang of guilt as he recalled the moments when he had doubted Anokhi and questioned her intentions.
He remembered how shaan and everyone else had tried to make him understand, telling him to nurture his relationships and learn to trust. But he had chosen a different path, one that led him astray.
Tears welled up in Shaurya's eyes as he realized the gravity of his mistakes. He hadn't trusted Anokhi, and now he was paying the price.
The consequences of his actions had driven Anokhi away from him, leaving him with a sense of profound loss and regret.
"Tune anokhi bhabhi pe trust nhi kiya... Aur uska anjaam ye hai shaurya ki bhabhi abb sirf tujhe hi nhi chodd ke jaayegi..."
"Unhe na chahte huye bhi mimi ko chodd kar jaana hoga..." Ahir continued, his voice filled with anguish.
"Ek baar fir mimi ke paas maa nhi hogi... Aur uska qasoorwar sirf ... Sirf tu hai shaurya ... Aur koi nhi ...." Ahir's accusing finger pointed directly at Shaurya, as if physically reinforcing the blame.
The weight of Ahir's words felt suffocating, and Shaurya's heart sank with the realization of the pain he had caused not only to Anokhi but also to Mimi.
He couldn't help but acknowledge the irony in his actions. He had placed an unwavering trust in Shagun , who had never deserved it, while neglecting to extend the same trust to Anokhi, who had proven herself time and again.
"Shayad tu shagun bhabhi pe itna trust kar baitha tha ki tune anokhi bhabhi ke liye apne mann mai trust bachaya hi nhi... "
"Ironically... It was shagun who never deserved your trust and it was & is anokhi who always deserved your trust..."
"Aaj jo bhi ho rha hai na sab Teri wajah se ho rha hai... Dua karunga ki anokhi bhabhi tujhe maaf kar de..."
Ahir's words were a bitter reminder of his misplaced faith, a mistake that had cost him dearly. Everything that was happening now, all the turmoil and heartache, was a direct result of his choices.
He felt a surge of self-loathing as he absorbed the magnitude of his failures. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite his actions, and give Anokhi the trust she deserved. But it was too late now.
As Ahir stormed away, his words continued to reverberate in Shaurya's mind.
He stood there, stunned by Ahir's outburst. His words echoed in his ears, resonating with a mix of frustration, anger, and regret.
His accusations hit him hard, forcing him to confront his own actions and the consequences they had brought upon him.
The weight of guilt intensified, crushing him under its unbearable burden. The emotions swirling within him-regret, sorrow, and a profound longing for redemption-threatened to consume him entirely.
Shaurya's gaze remained fixed on the spot where Ahir had stood, his eyes filled with tears. He understood now, with painful clarity, that he had single-handedly orchestrated his own downfall.
The consequences of his mistrust would forever haunt him, reminding him of the love he had lost and the irreparable damage he had caused.
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Flashback :
"Shagunnn...."
Shaurya's voice reverberated through the house as he yelled Shagun's name, his tone filled with a mixture of anguish, anger, and disbelief.
He clutched Shagun's phone tightly, his hands trembling as he watched her engaged in a conversation with an unknown person saved as "Babe's" in her contact list.
"What's wrong, Shaurya!!!??? Itna zorr se k..kyu chilla rhe ho..." Confusion clouded her face as she turned her attention to Shaurya, her hair still in the midst of a care-taking session.
What's wrong shau-" she asked, her voice faltering slightly as she noticed the intense redness in his eyes and the palpable rage radiating from him.
Shaurya's anger boiled over, making it difficult for him to articulate his thoughts.
"Ye kyaa h..." he managed to shout, holding up her iPhone for emphasis. His voice carried a mix of hurt and disappointment, aching to understand the truth behind Shagun's actions.
W...wohh..." Shagun's voice wavered as she attempted to explain herself, fear creeping into her tone.
"Shau... Shaurya, I can... I can explain this," she stuttered, desperately hoping to calm him down.
But her words hung in the air, unfinished, as she witnessed the fiery anger in Shaurya's eyes, realizing that her truth had been exposed.
"Ple... Ple... Please, just explain it to me, Ms. Shagun Kapoor ..." Shaurya bellowed, his rage consuming him, his voice echoing through the room. He refused to be pacified, demanding the truth he felt entitled to.
"Wo...woh..."
"Tum iss tarah mera phone check nhi kar sakte shaurya...." She spoke in a calm, low tone.
Shagun's attempts at calming him down were met with futility as Shaurya's anger intensified. He couldn't contain his frustration, his voice laced with disappointment.
"Answer-to-my-question-Dammit...."
"Ye-kya-h..." he repeated, emphasizing his words by brandishing her phone in his hand, its significance more substantial to her than the actual truth.
"Kyu kiya tumne mere saath esa..."
"Kyu...???"
Tears streamed down Shaurya's face, his anguish evident in his trembling form. Anger mingled with the overwhelming hurt that consumed him, as if his entire world had shattered.
His knees weakened under the weight of his emotions, yet his eyes continued to burn with an unquenchable fire. The waves of resentment coursing through Shaurya seemed insurmountable.
The hurt he felt went beyond mere anger; it cut deep into his soul, leaving him vulnerable and wounded. He had trusted her with his heart, believing in her loyalty and devotion. Now, his trust lay shattered, and he grappled with the heart-wrenching realization of her betrayal.
In the depths of his despair, Shaurya struggled to find the right words to express the turmoil within him. His voice quivered as he confronted Shagun, his eyes locked onto hers, seeking answers that might somehow ease the pain.
The devastation he felt permeated the air, leaving a heaviness that seemed impossible to shake off. With every word, every accusation, his heart shattered a little more.
"Tum itne asaani se...humare p...pyaar ko kese bhul sakti ho..."
"Mujhe itna bada dh..dhoka..."
"Kyu... shagun...???"
The emotions swirling within him-heartbreak, anger, and the profound sense of betrayal-threatened to consume him entirely.
The foundation of trust that had once bound them together had crumbled, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. Amidst the chaos of their emotions, his eyes revealed the depth of his despair.
Anguish and sorrow danced within them, mirroring the profound loss he felt. The realization that the person he had loved and believed in had deceived him shattered his spirit, leaving him raw and vulnerable.
Silence enveloped the room as Shaurya struggled to find solace amidst the ruins of his shattered trust. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Shaurya stood there, his heart shattered into a million pieces.
The revelation of her betrayal had left him completely broken. He pleaded with her, his voice trembling with anguish, desperate for an explanation.
Her silence only deepened his pain, but Shaurya could no longer bear the weight of the unanswered questions. He implored her to reveal the truth, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and devastation.
He couldn't comprehend how someone he loved so deeply could inflict such a profound betrayal upon him. Shagun's silence weighed heavily in the room, her inability to answer his questions amplifying his agony.
The realization that she intended to sever all ties with him began to dawn on her. In that moment, shagun's selfishness overpowered any semblance of rational thinking, leading her to believe that ending the relationship was the only way forward.
As Shaurya's pleading eyes met Shagun's, she felt compelled to speak, to divulge the truth she had concealed for so long.
However, her intentions were tainted by her desire to distance herself from him completely. She had already decided to let go of any connection they once shared.
"Look, Shaurya... I was about to tell you," she began, her voice faltering. But the sincerity behind her words evaporated as Shaurya realized she was attempting to weave another web of lies, to deny the truth that had already been exposed.
Shaurya had noticed her evasive behavior in recent months. She would constantly make excuses whenever he sought to spend quality time alone with her. Initially, he dismissed his concerns as mere possessiveness, assuming he was overreacting.
Little did he know that she had already replaced him in her heart with someone else. His anger reached its peak as she continued to lie, not realizing that Shaurya was already aware of the truth.
The audacity she possessed, to deceive him further, despite knowing that her facade had crumbled, fueled the fire within him.
"Aur kitna jhuth bologi tum shagun...?" Shaurya's voice trembled with devastation as he shouted from the depths of his soul.
The pain etched on his face was palpable, a reflection of the heartbreak he felt in that moment. Shagun, too, couldn't contain her emotions any longer.
"Fine... Tumhe sachh sunna hai toh suno..." She matched Shaurya's intensity, her own voice rising in anger. The truth spilled out of her lips, her admission piercing Shaurya's heart like a thousand knives.
"I don't love you, Shaurya... I have developed feelings for someone else," she confessed, leaving him utterly stunned. The memories of their pre-marriage days flooded Shaurya's mind.
He reminisced about the romance they had shared, the countless shopping trips and romantic dates that were now a thing of the past. But as soon as Mimi entered their lives, it seemed that his existence had been erased from her heart.
"Before our marriage, you were so romantic... You took me on shopping sprees, surprise dates... Lekin jab se mimi humari Zindagi mai aayi h tum toh jese bhul hi gaye ho ki mimi ke saath meri bhi kuch zaroortein h .... "
Shagun's words were filled with bitterness, her anger exposing the resentment she had harbored. Shaurya's heart shattered into a million more pieces as he listened to Shagun's words.
Her accusations hit him like a thunderbolt, leaving him wounded and questioning every moment of their past. He couldn't comprehend how gestures of love and devotion had become a burden for her.
"Shayad tum bhul rhi ho ki maine kabhi tumhe ignore nhi kiya... Na mimi ke hone se pehle na uske baad..."
"Did u get that???" He said, gritting his teeth.
"Ohh... Toh woh jo tum jar hafte mere liye ek gulaab laate the... Month mai ek-do baar shopping ke liye leke jaate the ... Ussey tum pyaar kehte ho...???" She said in a mocking tone.
"So smart...Mr.shaurya sabherwal..." Shagun's sarcastic applause resonated through the room, mocking the love Shaurya had believed in.
His glare fixed upon her. He gazed into her eyes, his voice trembling with anguish.
"If love isn't expressed like this, then how is it expressed? Please tell me,"
"When you make your partner feel special every day, when you make them feel valued, that's how" she replied, her tone mischievous.
"I'm not talking about the old-fashioned way of giving a rose and saying 'I love you' making a fool of oneself..."
"What...?!" Shaurya couldn't believe that Shagun was mocking their love.
"Tum humare pyaar ko bachkaana keh rhi ho... Hoshh mai bhi ho ..." Shattered by her words, Shaurya's heart sank once again.
"Toh aur kya kahu...?" she murmured.
"I never wanted a husband like you... Just a boyfriend," Shagun continued, dismissing his feelings.
"Marrying you was already a big mistake... Aur mimi usse bhi badi galti thi..."
"Yaad hai mere 1st trimester ke waqt mai clinic gayi thi tumhe bina bataaye... Uss waqt mai abortion karane gayi thi..."
"Lekin mummy jii ne mujhe waha dekh liya aur mera saara plan choupat ho gaya..."
"Shagunnn!!!!" Shaurya shouted, his anger flaring up as he stared into her eyes. His eyes, already red from tears, burned with fury.
"Don't you dare..." He pointed his finger at her, his voice filled with warning.
"Not a word against my princess..."
"Get out... right now!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the house. Tears streamed down his face as his anger and sadness mingled together.
"Waise bhi mujhe koi shoq nhi yaha tumhare saath rehne ka..." Shagun retorted, standing her ground.
"In fact, mai khud tumhe bohot jald batane waali thi ki mujhe ye rishta nhi rakhna...."
"Divorce papers tumhare ghar tak pohoch jaayenge... Ms. Shagun Kapoor..." The situation worsened as Shagun continued to stand defiantly in front of Shaurya. In a fit of rage, he yelled once more,
"Get the hell out of my house, Ms. Shagun Kapoor!" As Shaurya watched Shagun's figure retreat, his eyes fixed on her, he made a solemn promise to himself.
He swore never to put so much trust in anyone again. Shagun never returned. The woman for whom Shaurya had fought so many battles left him without a second thought, discarding him like worthless trash.
The pain of betrayal tore through his heart, causing him to sob uncontrollably. He had never experienced such anguish before in his life.
Now, as he sat in the empty house, the silence amplified his desolation. Every corner of the room reminded him of the moments they had shared, each memory stinging his wounded heart.
Shaurya's impulsiveness surged within him. He wanted to erase all traces of Shagun's presence, to purge his life of her completely.
In a frenzy, he started throwing away the gifts, the photographs, and everything that connected him to her.
The room echoed with the sound of shattered memories, matching the shattered state of his heart. He vowed to rebuild himself, to become stronger and wiser. No longer would he let himself be consumed by love.
From that day forward, he would guard his heart with an impenetrable fortress, shielding himself from the pain that had consumed him.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Shaurya slowly emerged from the depths of his despair, finding solace in his own company.
He discovered that his strength didn't lie in being someone's lover or husband, but in being true to himself.
Flashback ends.
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Shaurya's conscience spoke, looking at him intently.
"Thik issi tarah anokhi bhi tujhe chodd ke na chali jaaye shaurya..."
"Rokk le usse isse pehle aur derr ho jaaye.... Woh "anokhi" hai tujhe samjhegi... Rokk le usse..."
"Shuruvat woh tujhe thoda... Nhi... Bohot pareshan karegi... Lekin ye uska haq h... After all tune bhi usko itna hi pareshaan kiya h na ..."
"Convince your Anokhi, Shaurya..." His conscience spoke in a gentle tone, while Shaurya stared back at it with misty eyes.
"Yaad rakhna... Yaad rakhna shaurya aur anokhi ek dusre ke bina adhure h...."
"Tu woh taala hai jiski chaabi sirf anokhi h... Aur agar taale ki chaabi na ho toh uss taale ki koi keemat nhi hoti ..."
"Mana le usse..."
With those words, his conscience disappeared into thin air.
"You're right...hum ek dusre ke bina adhure h...." He murmured, his gaze fixated on the ground.
"Mai apni anokhi ko khudse durr nhi jaane dunga... Shaurya aur anokhi ek doosre ke bina adhoore hai ... Aur mai uska dil aur bharosa firse jitunga... Aur..." As Shaurya pondered his thoughts, he couldn't shake off the vulnerability that gnawed at his heart.
The fear of losing Anokhi loomed over him, threatening to break the fragile threads of their relationship. He realized that he had taken Anokhi for granted.
The weight of his past mistakes pressed heavily on his conscience, making him question his ability to truly understand and appreciate the woman he loved. In the beginning, he knew he had to face the consequences of his actions.
Anokhi had every right to be upset with him, to doubt his intentions and loyalty. He had caused her pain, and now he had to confront the consequences. But deep down, Shaurya held onto the belief that their love was worth fighting for.
He refused to let her slip away without a fight. He understood that it wouldn't be easy to win her back, but he was determined to prove himself.
He acknowledged the times he had failed as a partner, the moments he had neglected her needs, and the words left unsaid that had caused wounds in their relationship.
In that moment, his heart brimmed with a mixture of emotions. The guilt and regret were overwhelming, but so was the determination to rectify his mistakes.
He knew he had to find a way to make amends, to prove to Anokhi and Mimi that he was capable of change. With renewed resolve, Shaurya wiped away his tears and took a deep breath.
He promised himself that he would be open and honest with Anokhi, baring his soul and acknowledging his mistakes. He would lay his vulnerabilities bare, showing her the depth of his love and his unwavering commitment to their relationship.
He vowed to himself that he would fight for his family, for Anokhi and Mimi, with every fiber of his being. He would prove to Ahir and everyone else that he could be the man they had always believed him to be.
हर एक बात पे कहते हो, तुम की तू क्या है,
तुम्हीं कहो के ये अंदाज़-ए-गुफ़्तगू क्या है ||
तेरी हर बात में मोहब्बत छुपी है,
तेरे हर इकरार में वफ़ा बसी है ||
तुम्हीं कहो के ये ज़िंदगी है क्या...?
तुम्हारे बिना ये दुनिया अधूरी सी है ||
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1 hr passed by.
"Boss... Woh aadmi jisne anokhi par nazar rakha tha woh mil gaya hai ...." Said the man.
"Kaha hai pe ho tum...???" Questioned the man from the other side.
"Boss mai yaha hu..."
"Thike tum wahi ruko mai aa rha hu...aur unn dono par nazar rakho... Aaj Bach ke nhi jaane chahiye..."
"Jii..."
The call ended, leaving the man with a sense of urgency. As he contemplated the situation, he glanced at a set of playing cards in his hand. Among the cards were a King, a Queen, two Aces, and two Jokers.
King • Queen • 2 ikke • 2 joker....
"Jisme se 2 joker aaj haath lag hi jayenge..."
"Raja-Rani ko tadpane ke liye unke hi pyaalo ko mohra banaunga..."
"Monty aur shagun... Tum dono ke azaadi ke ulte ginti chalu..."
"Bohot jald anokhi... "
"Aa rha hu mai... TUMHARE PAAS... "
"I LOVE U & JUST U ..."
To be continued....
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Precap :
"Jab dikh rha h ki koshish karna bekar hai fir kyu itna struggle kar rhi ho..." He mocked her.
"Abb na haath chutega na saath..." Said shaurya determined.
"Haath already chutt chuka h Mr.Sabherwal... kahi esa na ho ki bohot jald saath bhi chutt jaaye ..." She said looking directly in his eyes. His facial demeanor changed listening to her.
"Woh toh waqt batayega wifey...."
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Dear monty khurana ...
Tumhe kya laga tha ki ek tum hi ho jisse khel khelna aata h... Dirty plans bana ne aate h... If u think so then u are very much wrong....tere 3 mohre mere haath already lag chuke h...
Ye game tune shuru ki thi aur teri woh maashuka ne... Aur abb iss khel ko anjaam mai dunga... tum sab ki ulti ginti shuru....
Tick... Tick.... Tick...
~tera baap
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"Lekin ye ho kon sakta h ..." Both shagun and monty wondered anxiously gazing at each other.
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