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In the soft glow of the evening light, Anirudh approached the window, his heart sinking as he spotted Bondita still standing outside. She was an unyielding figure against the fading day, lost in her thoughts.

Bondita sat quietly in front of the gate, her posture a mix of determination and vulnerability. Anirudh felt a tug at his heartstrings but chose to walk away, unsure of what to say.

Later that night, while chatting with Aarav, Anirudh found himself drawn back to the window.

Haaan, Aarav, I’m fine, he replied, though his thoughts were elsewhere.

A jolt of shock ran through him as he noticed Bondita still sitting there, untouched by the world around her. The sky opened up, and raindrops began to fall, creating a soothing rhythm against the earth. Yet, Bondita remained resolute, unmoving.

With concern etching his features, Anirudh called for the houseworker. Usko umbrella de do, he instructed, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

Okay, sir, the houseworker replied, understanding the weight of the task.

He approached Bondita, holding out the umbrella as a shield against the pouring rain.

Ye umbrella sir ne bhejwaya hai, the houseworker said gently.

Bondita looked up, her eyes glistening with defiance. Nahi chahiye, she replied, her voice firm yet soft, a reflection of her inner turmoil.

Anirudh felt a pang in his chest, wishing to reach out, to understand, but knowing that some battles were fought within.

The houseworker approached Anirudh, a hint of concern in his voice. Sir, unhone lene se mana kar diya hai.

With a heavy heart, Anirudh turned and retreated to his room, stealing glances at Bondita through the window. Frustration bubbled within him.

Kya samjhti hai apne aap ko? he muttered to himself. Nahi chahiye umbrella to mat le, but I won’t go.

He watched as Bondita shivered under the relentless rain, her resolve seemingly fragile against the elements.

Taking a deep breath, Anirudh grabbed the umbrella and stepped outside, determination fueling his every step. Bondita looked up, surprise crossing her features as she stood.

Anirudh ji, hame— she began, but Anirudh cut her off, his voice firm yet concerned.

Pehle andar aao, he insisted.

Par—

I said come in, he repeated, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Reluctantly, she followed him into his room, her heart racing with uncertainty. Once inside, Anirudh handed her a set of Mehak's clothes, his expression softening slightly.

Go and change, warna cold ho jayega, he urged, his voice gentle yet insistent.

Bondita hesitated, a mix of emotions flickering in her eyes. Hame baat karni hai, she said quietly, her voice trembling.

First, take care of yourself,
Anirudh replied, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of concern and determination.
We’ll talk late. You need to warm up.

After a short while, Bondita emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh yet uncertain. Anirudh took a step closer, the distance between them charged with unspoken words.

Ab bolo, he said, his voice steady and inviting, ready to face whatever storm lay ahead—inside or outside.

Bondita took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she faced Anirudh. Anirudh ji, ham aapse akhri baar maafi maangne aaye hain. Hame pata hai ki aap hame kabhi maaf nahi karenge, par ham aapse maafi maange bina nahi jaa sakte, she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Anirudh’s expression shifted to confusion, concern flickering in his eyes. Kahan?

Bondita’s eyes brimmed with tears, the weight of her words heavy on her heart. Ham kal iss shehar ko chhod ke ja rahe hain, bahut door. Phir aapko hamari shakal bhi nahi dekhni padegi... She paused, choking on her emotions. Please, bas itna bol dijiye ki aap hamse nafrat nahi karte.”

Anirudh’s voice turned heavy, as if each word was a struggle. Tumhe houseworker ghar tak chhod aayega.

Bondita quickly wiped her tears, desperation rising in her. Nahi, iski koi zaroorat nahi hai. Ham chale jayenge... chalte hain. She turned, her heart breaking with every step she took away from him.

Stop! Anirudh called out, his voice firm yet laced with worry Bahut baarish ho rahi hai. Tum houseworker ke saath chali jao.

Nahi, hamne bola na ham chale jayenge, she insisted, her spirit igniting with resolve.

Zidd mat karo, Anirudh said, stepping forward, his heart aching for her.

Bondita spun around, frustration spilling over. Aapko hamari itni fikr kyun ho rahi hai? she cried, her voice trembling.

Anirudh sighed deeply, the weight of his duty clashing with his feelings. Agar tumhari jagah koi aur bhi hota, to main wahi karta. Aur as a police officer and a responsible citizen, yeh mera farz hai, he replied, his voice softening as he searched her eyes for understanding. Samjhi?

Bondita’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, touched by the depth of his concern. In that moment, the storm outside echoed the turmoil within them, both grappling with their emotions. She saw not just a duty in his eyes but a flicker of something deeper—a bond that transcended their conflicts.

Anirudh called the houseworker over, his tone steady but his heart heavy. Ise iske ghar safely drop kar dena.

Okay, sir, Houseworker replied, sensing the tension in the air.

Anirudh turned to head back to his room, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

Anirudh ji, Bondita called out softly, her voice trembling.

Without turning around, he replied tersely, What?

With a heavy heart, she spoke, her words choked with emotion. Goodbye. Aaj ke baad ham aapko apni shakal tak nahi dikhayenge.

The finality in her voice struck him, but he didn’t respond. He walked away, retreating into his room, each step feeling like a painful farewell.

Once inside, Anirudh sank onto his bed, his defenses crumbling. Tears began to flow, unbidden, as he grappled with the weight of their unspoken feelings. The room felt empty, echoing the absence of her presence.

Meanwhile, in the car, Bondita sat in silence, tears streaming down her face. The pain of leaving him behind felt like a thousand daggers piercing her heart. Each sob was a reminder of everything they had shared, and the future they would never have.

As the car pulled away from the house, the world outside blurred into a swirl of colors—greens, grays, and the glistening reflections of raindrops. Bondita sat in the backseat, staring out the window, her heart heavy with sorrow. The rhythmic patter of the rain against the glass seemed to echo her tears, each drop a reminder of the love she was leaving behind.

With every passing moment, the distance between Bondita and Anirudh stretched painfully. She clutched her arms around herself, as if trying to hold onto the warmth of his presence that had enveloped her until now.

“Please, maaf kar dijiye, Anirudh ji,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Thoughts raced through her mind—images of laughter, shared glances, and fleeting moments of joy. The realization that she would never see him again pierced her heart, creating an ache that felt insurmountable. Her breath quickened as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the rain on the window. Aaj ke baad aapko apni shakl tak nahi dikhayenge, she thought, sorrow flooding her heart.

In the solitude of his room, Anirudh felt the weight of her absence settle heavily in his chest. He sank deeper into his bed, staring at the wall where echoes of their laughter once lingered, now replaced by an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

Mai tumse chah kar bhi nafrat nahi kar pata, he cried softly, feeling the pain of unspoken words claw at his heart. Kaash mai tumse nafrat kar pata... kaash... Kyu mai tumhara jana bardaasht nahi kar paa rha hun? His voice cracked as tears flowed freely, blurring his vision as he grappled with the harsh reality that love sometimes isn’t enough.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of the day but leaving behind a profound sadness that neither of them could shake off. Bondita sat in the car, her heart breaking as she thought, Hame maaf kar dijiye, Anirudh ji. Ham aapko dhokha nahi dena chahte the.

As she disappeared from view, Anirudh silently vowed to carry her memory with him, a bittersweet reminder of the love that would forever linger in the shadows of his heart.

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