Author Note

Warning ⚠️

This story contains mature themes, intense emotions, and scenes that may not be suitable for all readers.

Read at your own discretion.

Also, I'm still learning as a writer, so please forgive any mistakes and feel free to share your suggestions.

Scene 1

"Maa please, mujhe nahi jana..."

cried fifteen-year-old Visha, trying to stop her mother from packing her belongings.

"M-maa please, main promise karti hoon maine kuch nahi kiya, woh jhooth bol rahi hai..."

she said, clutching her mother's shawl tightly.

"Maa, ek baar meri baat toh-"

"Chup! Ek dum chup!"

her mother snapped, not even looking at her.

"Visha, tujhe samajh nahi aa raha? Tere bhale ke liye kar rahe hain yeh hum."

"Mujhe aapke paas rehna hai maa, please..."

"Tujhe shukr manana chahiye ki Viraj tujhe America padhne bhej rahe hain..."

she said through clenched teeth,

"warna teri harkatein aisi ho rahi hain ki koi tujhe-"

"Maa, main sach bol rahi hoon! Maine aisa kuch nahi kiya, woh jhooth bol rahi hai!"

"Humein kuch nahi pata. Jaldi tayaar ho ja, teri flight ka time ho raha hai."

And just like that, she walked out... leaving Visha behind, shattered and crying.

Scene 2

"Bhaiya please le chalo na, maza aayega..."

said 18-year-old Visha, clinging to Abhimaan's arm.

"Bhaiya nahi... hum aapke-"

he stopped mid-sentence, removing her hands and walking toward his room.

She followed him anyway... like a stubborn shadow.

"Achha theek hai... toh uncle?"

The moment he shot her a sharp glare, she shut her mouth instantly.

"Toh aap hi bata dijiye, main aapko kya bulaun..."

Ignoring her completely, he walked into the washroom.

She dropped onto his bed, sulking quietly.

Scene 3

"Visha... bacha, uth jao..."

Abhimaan's voice trembled as he tapped her cheeks. Both of them were drenched.

"Visha, please jaan... mazaak mat karo hamare saath..."

his voice broke as panic took over.

No response.

He laid her down and pressed his hands against her chest, trying CPR... but nothing.

Desperation took over.

Cupping her face, he pressed his lips to hers, giving her air.

A second.

Two.

Then-

She gasped.

Alive.

Without thinking, Abhimaan pulled her into his arms, holding her like he almost lost her forever.

Scene 4

"Kitne pyare lagte hain na Abhimaan aur Myra saath mein..."

said Zivika Shekhawat.

Visha's bag slipped from her hand.

All eyes turned toward her... including Abhimaan's.

"Are Visha beta, aap aa gayi... aaiye, hum Abhimaan aur Myra ki shaadi ke baare mein baat kar rahe the."

Something inside her quietly broke.

She gathered herself and walked away before her tears could fall.

Scene 5

The room was dim... but the tension burned intensely between them.

"Maan... ah, ruk jaiye naa..."

her fingers tangled in his hair as his lips worked against her neck.

"Jab tak aap hamari aankhon mein nahi dekhti..."

his voice was low, controlled,

"tab tak nahi jaane denge."

"Jaiye... apni hone wali patni ki aankhon mein dekhiye..."

she whispered, breath uneven.

A sharp gasp left her lips as he pulled her hair back, forcing her to look at him.

This time... she didn't look away.

"Hum wahi toh kar rahe hain, jaan..."

His gaze dropped to her lips.

And then-

He leaned in.

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