Akaansh stood there, his heart heavy with guilt and remorse, unable to summon the courage to face Ansh after what he had done. He knew that no words could possibly justify his actions. A single tear escaped from his quivering lips, a silent testament to the pain he felt. He was trapped, helpless, and conflicted.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, the door swung open, and Ansh emerged, with Vidya and Avinaash desperately trying to stop him. However, Ansh seemed determined, deaf to their pleas. Akaansh's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed towards them, his instincts overriding his doubts. Ansh appeared weak, on the verge of collapsing, but before he could fall, Akaansh caught him firmly, their eyes locking in a profound moment.
"Koi jagah nahi hai teri iss ghar main"
"Kabhi maaf nahi karunga tujhe"
"Chala ja yahan se"
As those words echoed in his head, Ansh locked eyes with his brother, his eyes blazing with anger. Ansh gathered what little strength he had left and pushed him away, but it was feeble, akin to a toddler's attempt to shoo someone they didn't like.
Vidya couldn't control her tears, her sobs wracking her body uncontrollably -"please bacha, please humein chor ke mat ja give us a chance, main tere bina nahi reh sakti anshu.."
Ansh looked at her, his own tears threatening to escape his eyes, but he fought to hold them back -"chaar saal toh reh liya na bhabhi, aage bhi reh logi"
Vidya shook her head vehemently -"nahi bacha, main mar jaungi tere bina..main nahi reh sakti" she said, desperation seeping into her tone. Joining her hands, she implored -"please apni bhabhi ki ek aakhir baat maan le"
Ansh was taken aback by her words. He immediately lowered her hands, -"yeh sab aap kya kar rahi hain bhabhi"
Vidya gently cupped Ansh's face, tears streaming down her cheeks. -"aaj tak apne aap ko uss raat ke liye kosti hun jab tu humein chor ke gaya tha bacha, us din main hoti toh shayad rok leti, shayad woh sab nahi hua hota jo ho raha hai, bohut dhundhne ki koshish ki thi bacha, har jagah dhundha, koi koshish kaam nahi aayi, aaj chaar saal baad tu humein wapas mila hai main bardasht nahi karpaungi bacha, please apne ghar chal"
Ansh took a step back, his vooce filled with turmoil -"woh mera ghar nahi hai bhabhi"
Vidya eyes filled up with fresh tears, her heart breaking for Ansh -"aise mat bol bacha, woh tera hi ghar hai anshu, tera hi pariwar hai tu.."
Ansh's hurt was palpable as he responded -"pariwar logon se banta hai bhabhi, us pariwar ke logon ne hi mujhe paraya kardiya, ek waqt tha bhabhi jahan mujhe umeed thi ke aap log aaoge, apne anshu ko wapas lene, ek din, roz intezaar karta tha..jaise jaise din beet'te gaye umeed khatam hoti gayi, aap log nahi aaye bhabhi"
As Akaansh stood there, silently witnessing the exchange between Vidya and Ansh, his heart shattered into countless pieces. The weight of his actions and the consequences they had on his younger brother became unbearable. Each word Ansh spoke dripped with raw pain, a piercing reminder of the deep sense of betrayal he had endured during the years of separation.
Akaansh's gaze fixated on Ansh, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. The realization crashed upon him like a relentless wave, engulfing him in a sea of guilt. He could no longer deny the magnitude of the pain he had inflicted upon his own child, the bond he had shattered.
Vidya's voice trembled with pain as she spoke, her words filled with a deep longing for reconciliation. "I don't expect forgiveness, bacha," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Please ek chance dede. I want to make things right, to be there for you. Jo galti kai saal pehle hui woh dobara nahi hogi, Anshu. Please, just give us a chance beta."
Ansh stood there, his heart torn between conflicting emotions. He was overwhelmed by fear—the fear of getting hurt again, the fear of betrayal, the fear of being abandoned once more. He remained silent, unable to find the words to express the maelstrom of emotions swirling within him.
Avinaash, tears streaming down his face, stepped closer to Ansh. His voice quivered with a mix of desperation and love- "Anshu, humari na sahi bhabhi ki baat hi maan le, ghar chal bacha please" he implored, his words laced with a deep yearning for reconciliation.
Ansh's gaze shifted from Vidya to Akaansh, who still had his head hung down, unable to meet Ansh's eyes. Ansh felt a surge of conflicting emotions—anger, hurt, and a lingering glimmer of love. Despite the heartless blame Akaansh had placed upon him, Ansh couldn't bring himself to hate them completely. Words alone held no meaning if actions didn't align with them.
Desperately, Ansh wanted his bhaiya to say something, anything to bridge the gap that had formed between them. He craved reassurance, a sign that things could truly change. Yet, disappointment crashed over him as his bhaiya remained silent, unable to muster the courage to meet Ansh's gaze.
With a heavy heart, Ansh took a step back, his eyes downcast. He couldn't ignore the flicker of hope within him, the yearning for a family that he had longed for all these years. But he couldn't ignore the fear either—the fear of being hurt all over again. Silently, he wrestled with his emotions, unsure of what path to choose.
Their talks were interrupted when Kaamna arrived at the scene. A surge of anger welled up within her, but she managed to control it, maintaining a calm demeanor as she approached them. Ansh's heart started racing as he heard her voice, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably. It felt as if he couldn't breathe, paralyzed by the presence of the person he dreaded the most.
Kaamna's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, her tone calculated and composed. "Vidyaa," she uttered, her words laced with an undercurrent of concealed rage. Ansh's entire body tensed, his eyes widening as he recognized that voice. It was a voice he could never forget, haunting him in his nightmares. The trembling in his hands intensified, and he felt an overwhelming sense of dread.
Ansh forced himself to lift his gaze and meet Kaamna's eyes. The intensity of her stare sent shivers down his spine.Ansh's heartbeat thundered in his ears as he braced himself for what might come next.
Kaamna's expression, though veiled, seemed to soften momentarily. She took a step closer, her voice now tinged with a sinister undertone. "Ansh," she said, her words carrying an eerie mix of concern and malevolence -"lagta hai kismat ne hum dono ko wapas mila diya"Ansh's body stiffened even further, his fear intensifying. He couldn't ignore the unsettling shift in Kaamna's demeanor, nor the danger that seemed to lurk beneath her seemingly composed facade.
Ansh's grip on Vidya's hand tightened as his fear surged through his veins, his body trembling uncontrollably. He felt a paralyzing sense of dread, not wanting her to come any closer. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his palms becoming clammy, and his breathing became shallow and erratic.
His gaze remained locked on Kaamna, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and desperation. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to run, to escape from the haunting presence that stood before him. Memories of the torment he had endured under her grasp replayed in his mind, fueling his panic.
Vidya sensed the sudden change in Ansh's demeanor and immediately recognized the depth of his fear, she spoke, her voice filled with love -"Anshu, bacha kya hua? Tu theek hai?"
Ansh struggled to calm himself down, his trembling voice betraying his deep-rooted fear. He desperately tried to summon courage, taking a step back to create some distance between himself and Kaamna.
Akaansh and Avinaash sensed the sudden change in Ansh's behavior, their confusion deepening. They exchanged concerned glances, their hearts heavy with worry for their younger brother. Kaamna, a sinister smile curling her lips, took a step forward, her presence casting a dark shadow over Ansh's trembling form.
"Itne saal baad tu humare pass laut aaya bacha," Kaamna whispered, her voice dripping with a chilling sweetness. "Kahan-kahan nahi dhundha tujhe. Kahan the tum beta? You know how much Mumma missed you."
Ansh's heart raced in his chest, his body paralyzed with fear. The memories of past encounters flooded his mind, reminding him of the torment he had endured at her hands. He could feel the weight of her manipulation, the dangerous power she held over him.
His voice quivered as he managed to find words, his fear palpable. "Don't... don't come near me," he pleaded, his voice barely audible.
A dark glint flashed in Kaamna's eyes, a twisted satisfaction lurking beneath her facade of false concern. She reveled in the fear that gripped Ansh, delighting in his vulnerability. Her sweet tone turned sinister as she replied -"aise nahi kehte beta, mumma ek chance deserve karti hain na?" She caressed his face -"anshu apni mumma ko chance nahi dega?" Ansh's entire body shook with terror, his instincts screaming at him to escape her grasp. He clung tightly to Vidya's hand, seeking any semblance of safety amidst the storm. His gaze remained fixed on Kaamna, anticipating her next move with trepidation.
Ansh's fear escalated rapidly, his body consumed by an overwhelming panic. His breath became shallow and rapid, his vision blurred with each passing second. The room seemed to spin around him, closing in with suffocating intensity.
His grip on Vidya's hand tightened, seeking an anchor amidst the chaos within his mind. But it wasn't enough to quell the rising tide of terror. A wave of dizziness washed over him, threatening to pull him under.
Suddenly, the world around Ansh became a hazy blur, distorted and fragmented. Colors merged into an indistinguishable swirl, and the sounds of his loved ones' voices faded into a distant echo. His legs grew weak beneath him, unable to support his trembling frame any longer.
In a final act of surrender to the overwhelming fear, Ansh's body betrayed him. His eyes fluttered shut, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.
Vidya's scream pierced the air, filled with anguish and desperation. "Anshhhh!" she cried out, her voice laced with fear and panic. Unable to keep up the pretense any longer, Akaansh swiftly lifted Ansh into his arms, cradling his trembling form against his chest.
Hours later, Ansh slowly regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open to a new and unfamiliar location. Confusion clouded his gaze as he blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His eyes settled on Vidya, who lovingly stroked his hair, her voice filled with concern. "Tu theek hai bacha?" she whispered gently.
Ansh's body jolted upright, a surge of terror coursing through him. He scanned the room, And there, leaning against the wall, stood Kaamna, wearing an evil smile and eyes filled with icy coldness. Ansh's heart raced, his breath catching in his throat.
Seeking refuge and safety, Ansh instinctively clung to Vidya, burying his face in her chest. His voice trembled with fear as he spoke, his vulnerability laid bare. "Mujhe aapke paas rehna hai, bhabhi," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please mujhe chor ke mat jao." His words carried a deep longing, a desperate plea to be protected and kept away from harm.
Vidya, torn between her own confusion and Ansh's palpable fear, looked between him and Kaamna. Something didn't add up. There was a missing piece to this puzzle, and she was determined to uncover the truth. Casting a cautious glance at Kaamna, whose gaze remained fixed on Ansh with anything but concern, Vidya silently vowed to get to the bottom of the sinister game that was unfolding before her eyes.
Ansh, trembling with fear, clung to the only source of comfort he could find. Vidya, fueled by a mixture of love and protectiveness, stood resolute in her determination to shield Ansh from any further harm. And Kaamna, reveling in the chaos and the power it gave her, watched with a malevolent gleam in her eyes, her plans veiled behind a mask of deceit.
A/N:
I'm finding it incredibly difficult to maintain a regular update schedule, and I apologize for the delays. The truth is, I wrote this update in the limited break time I had at work, and to be honest, it feels like a complete mess.
I understand that this update may not meet your expectations. It's disheartening, but I promise you that I'm determined to improve my writing skills and provide better content in the future.
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