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WORD COUNT - 6003

Published on - 04.08.2024

⚠️ALERT THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTENT VIOLENCE AND EXPLICIT WORDS⚠️
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FLASHBACK FOUR MONTHS AGO :

On a quite afternoon , Shreeja was alone at home. Neil had gone to the office, and she had a day off. Her mother-in-law was out for some errands.

When the doorbell rang, she opened the door and saw a figure standing there. It was 'The Third Unknown Person.'

(Author : Ayeeiinn???? Ye kaha se tapak pardha? mein to sochi thi iska part ekdam last mein likhungi)

(Where did he come from? I thought I will write his part at the very end)

She wondered why he had come at this hour but invited him inside. As he entered and set himself on sofa, "Is anyone else home?" he asked.

(Author : Kyu bhai ,ek to bin bulaye maan na maan mein tera mehmaan baan ne chala aaya, aur tu kya karega? pocha lagayega?)

(Why brother, first you came uninvited like I am your guest, and what will you do? Will you mopped here?)

With suspicion in her eyes, she replied, "No, everyone's out. Do you need anything?"

Suddenly, he stood up from the sofa and started walking towards her. Shreeja stayed in her place, watching his every move.
He came up to her, touched her shoulder, and ran his hand down her arm, saying in a seductive voice, "Yes, I need something, and it's you, baby girl."

(Author : Aree, wo teri baby ki umar ki hai aajib aadmi) (she is of your baby's age, strange man)

As he reached to touch her waist, she quickly grabbed his hand, smiled coldly, and harshly pushed his hand away saying "Don't you dare to do anything funny".

He smirked, "Oh, fiesty, huh? I like it. But you have to obey me because your husband can't do anything. So sleep with me, and I'll get you pregnant," he said, licking his lips.

(Author : Heinnn.... Jiska khudka ghoshla sujh geya hai, usse dushre ka chahiye, 'Chamaiilaa wahhh)

(The one who has understood his own nest, needs someone else's, you Foolish wow)

Before he could finish, Shreeja slapped him hard across the face, making him stagger back. "How dare you talk about my husband and look at me with those nasty eyes?" she roared, her anger increasing.

"You bitch, how dare a slut like you slap me? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do?" he spat angrily.

Shreeja gritted her teeth. "If you think I'll still be polite to you, you're wrong, you disgusting old cockroach."

(Author : Can I laugh ?*trembling*)

His face darkened with a nasty smirk. "Your husband hasn't told you anything, right? About his disability?"

Shreeja raised her eyebrows, trying to control her anger. "What are you trying to say? Either say it properly or get the fuck out of here before I kick you out."

(Author : Areee lato ke bhoot bato se nehi maante re dho dal isse )

(The ghosts of kicks do not agree with words, wash your hands on him)

He smiled smugly. "I knew it. How could that good-for-nothing bastard not tell you that he can't make anyone pregnant? His life is really miserable. That's why I'm telling you to come to me. He can't satisfy you. You're still young and sexy," he said, licking his lips as he looked her up and down. "I can give you everything a woman wants- luxurious life, money, fame, sexual satisfaction. We can have as many children as you want, baby girl."

(Author : Wo kya tujhe bache taiyar karne ki machine lag rahi hai kutreya, waise wo to achhe hote hai par tu nehi )

(Does that look like she's a baby-making machine to you, you Dog? Even dogs are good but not you)

Shreeja crossed her arms and retorted, "You know what? You're the reason God created the middle finger. You're a pizza burn on the roof of the world's mouth. If you this much want to fuck with that money of yours, why don't you go to the red light district? You'll find as many women as you want there.
Actually, you should have gotten married with a slut like you want , a long time ago. Then you could have just fucked her every day and given her all the things you're offering me.
Oops, how could I forget? You're the type who wouldn't be satisfied with just one woman, right? Or should I say you can't satisfied them; I understand why some fat-ass oldie like you would drool over someone hot and sexy like me. But you, 'soon-to-be-baldie,' don't deserve someone like me."

"D-Did you just insult me? You little middle-class bitch with no status to compare to mine. Who do you think you are?" he asked in disbelief.

(Author : Nehi to, kisne kaha? wo to teri nazar utar rehi hai Bawalat)

(No, who said that? She is just doing something so evil eye not effect you. You Idiot)

"Hawww, Oldie... I'm not insulting you. I'm just describing you, just like you wanted. And about status, I wouldn't even let your shitty status touch my shoes," Shreeja mocked him.

The Third Unknown Person thought for a few moments. 'I think this girl won't listen to me unless I apply my Plan B.'

"I explained everything to you so well, but you didn't listen. It's okay, there's nothing you can do now. You have to listen to me anyway." The man told her, his voice menacing.

"Oh, so, either you've done some great deed for which I must be bound to you, or you think I am your slave?" Shreeja retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ha ha, no matter how funny you try to be, you'll end up crying in front of me later. Then you'll beg, "Please sleep with me or do anything you want, master," he mocked her. "Then I will keep you as my slave, for I offered to make you my wife, but you didn't listen. When this is over, you'll be my slave, pleasing me all the time."

(Author : Makadtondya , aapne aap ko kabhi sishe mein dekha hai? Sisha bhi tut jaye essa shakal hai tera, aur sawkh dekho 'One Piece ke Celestial Dragon Charlos' ki tarah hai)

(You Monkey face, have you ever seen yourself in the mirror? Even the mirror will be broken to see your face, and look at his hobbies it is like 'Celestial Dragon Charles of One Piece')

Shreeja looked at him in disbelief and said, "I didn't know your side job was as a comedian. It must be accepted that you're a number one entertainer. You should be happy to know that this is your one plus point among so many fucking minuses." She smirked.

He started to say something angrily, but Shreeja stopped him and said, "You should have told me earlier. Then I would have given your number to someone I'm familiar with . You could go there to entertain and make good money yourself." She continued, "By the way, I can see you're quite confident about making me your slave."

He calmed down and laughed, which made Shreeja think he was truly insane. "Hmm, of course I'm confident because I don't do anything without being completely confident. Well, let me get to the point. Here's the deal: if you become my slave, your family will be taken care of. Otherwise, your father will go to jail for embezzlement. Now, think about what you will do." He laid out his plan.

Shreeja confusedly thought for a moment and asked, "Wait, that matter was supposed to be over when I married Neil. Why is it being brought up again?"

He smiled wickedly and moved toward her to grab her chin, but Shreeja slapped his hand away. He said, "Oh, tsk tsk, you're too innocent. Of course it didn't end there, because I did all this to get you."

Shreeja was confused and asked, "What nonsense do you mean by this?"

He laughed again and said, "Nonsense? What I am saying is true. Who framed your father for this embezzlement? Of course, it was me. At first, I thought I was just doing it for the money, but then I realized I could make a young girl like you my whore. I could have done it then, but it wasn't possible, so I had to do things a little differently. That's why I had you marry Neil and sign a marriage agreement with your father so I could have you."

(Author : Galat ladki se panga le raha hai ye Kachre ki Dukan)

(This junk shop is messing with the wrong girl)

Shreeja looked at him in disbelief, "What does this mean? How can this be? You mean..."

"Jeez, I am the one behind all this," he interrupted, a smug expression on his face. "You have to come to me now, otherwise your father will go to jail. And that useless husband of yours has already agreed. From the beginning, you were meant to be mine, not his."

Shreeja retorted, "You're getting crazier as you growing old. You should be in a mental asylum. And as for Neil, even if he can't protect anyone, he's not that bad."

"Oh, come on! He can't do anything, not even satisfy his wife. Even if someone did something to you in front of him, he couldn't lift a finger. I almost feel sorry for him," the man sneered.

"I knew you wouldn't trust my word, so I brought some proof," he said, pulling out some papers and handing them to Shreeja. "This is evidence against your father. If this goes to the police, you can imagine what will happen to both of your reputations."

"So you're behind all this," Shreeja said, after seeing all the papers and shaking with anger. "And I thought Bikash Shetty was the culprit, though I had no proof."

Holding the papers tightly, she gritted her teeth. "In my estimation, you never seemed to be a good guy. I ignored it because you are my husband's uncle. But now I see you're a pervert and a shameless person who doesn't care about his own nephew's life for his own satisfaction."

(So yeah, The Third Unknown Person is non other than 'Kupat Khurana', Neil's one and only uncle, who stood there while smirking.)

"One day you'll even sell your own sister. Well, you and your sister is nothing but a bunch of bitch and bastard," Shreeja spat. " I'm done with enough talking, get lost with your fat-ass mouth. Now you can walk out on your own two feet since you are still safe and sound, otherwise you wouldn't........."

(Author : Warning already de diya hai, sidhe sidhe nikal jao nehi to baad mein bhag nehi sakoge)

(Warning has already been given, leave immediately otherwise you will not be able to run away later.)

Before she could finish, Kupat slapped her hard across the face, making her head snap to the right side.

(Author : Khatam, sab khatam, dharti hil raha hai, jawalamukhi fat raha hai, aashman garaj raha hai, tsunami aaraha hai )

(It's over, everything is over, the earth is shaking, the volcano is erupting, the sky is thundering, the tsunami is coming.)

And Everything went silent for a moment. Shreeja glanced out of the window, feeling as if someone was watching. But she couldn't see anyone. Then she slowly turned back to Kupat, her face burning with rage.

She wiped the blood from her lip with her thumb and rolled her tongue in her mouth "You have the audacity to slap me? huhhh... You'll regret this" she said in her raspy voice.

Before Kupat could react, Shreeja punched him in the face, making him stagger back. He tried to retaliate, but she kicked him in the stomach, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Sorry Sir, I'm done keeping my cool," Shreeja shouted remembering Idhayan, her fury boiling over. She grabbed Kupat by the collar and threw him onto a nearby glass table, which causes the table shattering it everywhere and some of the glass pieces injured both of them.

(Author : Aab aage ka bhagwan ko pata hai iska aaj kya halat hone wala hai)

(Now only God knows what will happened with him today)

Kupat quickly grabbed a flower vase which fell down from the table and smashing it over Shreeja's head. Blood streamed from her head and hands, but She smiled with a ferocity that sent a chill down his spine.

"You Fucking Piece Of Trash". As she moved to attack again, Neil ran in, trying to hold his uncle back. "Stop! Please, stop, Uncle," he cried, tears streaming down his face. But Kupat pushed him away, kicking him in the stomach.

" Neil, Don't you dare get in the way. He's my prey" Shreeja spoke with a terrifyingly chilling serenity voice. Neil, shocked by her demeanor and stayed put.

(Author : Oh god I feel goosebumps all over my body)

In the meantime Kupat pulled out his phone and made a call. "You're going to jail with your father. I've told my people. Your future will be over."he said to Shreeja as he gasped.

Shreeja split her saliva and smirked. "Don't worry about our future or reputation . Think about your face's future because it won't be worth showing to anyone anymore."

She didn't give him a chance to respond. In next second She kicked him in the neck and he fell down on his face, then she grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned him around as she placed her knee on his stomach and punched his face again and again without any mercy.

She wouldn't stop because all she could see is Red, the rage in her anger which already taken over her. As Shreeja was beating him, blood spattered repeatedly on her body and faces.

(Author : Meine kaha tha warning ke baad ye nehi choragi)

(I told you she won't leave you after warning)

Suddenly, there is some sound of footsteps and a loud shout, "Hands up!" filled the room. Shreeja stopped and looked around, seeing the police standing at the door.

They came forward and pulled Shreeja and Kupat apart. Kupat who barely conscious (His face is covered in blood, and can barely be seen) was helped to a seat while Shreeja stood, seething but compliant.

Shreeja stood in shock, her mind racing as she wondered how the police had arrived so quickly. Her thoughts were interrupted by a stern voice.

"Who is Neil Varma here?" a policeman called out. Neil raised his hand hesitantly. The officer continued, "We got word from him that there was violence here, and now we can see it."

Kupat, struggling to speak through his pain, gathered his remaining strength and shouted, "That bitch was seducing me! But whenever I said no to her, she beat me like a madwoman! I only hit her in self-defen....." he couldn't finished his word because immediately blood gushed out of his mouth.

Shreeja's anger flared. She clenched her teeth and retorted, "Oh, really? I didn't know you were such an amazing storyteller. And I think I didn't punched you enough as the word still splitting out of your mouth , Ok Come here, and I'll make you even greater with my punch."

She was about to strike him again when two police officers grabbed her firmly. One of them said, "Madam, you need to keep your cool. You're in front of the police. And Both of you have to come to the station with us. We'll hear all the complaints there."

(Author : Mein wo police ki jagha pe hoti to bandi ko chor deti, fir wo banti uska bharta)

(If I were in that police's place then I would have released that girl , then she would have smashed him)

Shreeja scoffed, "Excuse me, Mr. Policeman, he's the molester. Why should I have to go with you? Shouldn't you just arrest him and make sure he's punished? Or are you too foolish to see through his lies? Honestly, I knew the polices were useless."

The officer replied calmly, "Madam, we are not being rude to you, so I think you should do the same with us. We'll determine who is right and who is wrong at the station."

Neil stepped forward hesitantly and pleaded, "Sir, my wife is telling the truth. Uncle has done all this. Please leave Shreeja."

The policeman sighed, "I understand, sir, but this is the procedure we have to follow. You also should come with us as a witness. Once we're at the station, we'll find a solution." Neil nodded silently, and Shreeja let out an annoyed "Hmph."

Meanwhile, Kupat lost consciousness due to blood loss, and two people rushed him to the hospital.

(Author : Hospital? Aree usse murda ghar leke jaa)

( Hospital? take him to the morgue)

"Before we go, I think I should fix your wounds a bit," Neil told Shreeja, pulling out a first aid kit. Despite her protests, he gently bandaged her injuries.

Reluctantly, Neil and Shreeja were taken to the police station. As Neil sat in the police van, his thoughts drifted back to the moment when he had been returning from the office, unaware of the chaos that awaited him at home.

Neil's point of view:

My work finished early today, so I'm heading home to surprise Shreeja. I'll bring her favorite food, flowers, and tickets for a night movie. I hope she'll like these. She's at home today because she's feeling a bit sick and got a leave from the office.

I'm still unsure, when and how love crept into my heart. It was as if my heart had a mind of it's own, quietly falling in love with Shreeja without even me realizing it.

But I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to share my feelings with Shreeja or if it's even okay to say anything. But I will try to keep her as happy as possible.
My mother already causes many problems for her, so I don't want to add more.

I know I'm a useless husband, but when Shreeja said she'd give our marriage a chance, I vowed to do my best to keep her happy.
I know I can't do anything more than this. And when she finds out about my disability, I don't know how she'll react.
Even if she abandons me after that, I can't do anything about it.
As long as she doesn't find out, just until then... am I allowed to stay with her and be happy?

Shreeja always stands by my side in any situation. Where my mother treats her so badly, always trying to insult her, Shreeja never looks down on me like others do.

She always tries to cheer me up. She's the first person who told me to listen to my heart and do whatever I want to do.

She is the first true friend I've ever made, who truly wanted to be my friend and wouldn't laugh at my weakness. She's helping me to be brave and confident. Even if I can't help her in any way, she always supports me.

I yearn to confess everything truthfully about myself to Shreeja. But it's not that easy. I fear I may never find the courage to tell her. After knowing everything, will she give me a chance?

Where I can't stand up to my mother, Shreeja stands up for herself. She never loses to my mother.
In my eyes, she's so cool and admirable. I don't want her to face any more problems because of my mother.

With a heart full of hope, I drove, lost in thoughts of her reaction. Will her eyes sparkle with joy when she receives these gifts? Will her face light up with smile at me then?

Her smile is my favorite. Her smile is the gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing my soul and filling my heart with joy. When she looks at me and smiles, I feel like I'm the luckiest man on this world.

(Author : I'm so sorry Neil, par mujhe bolne mein bura lag raha hai tum sayed duniya ke sabse unlucky insaan ho)

(I'm sorry to say, but I think you're the unluckiest person on this world)

When I arrived at the house, I saw my uncle's car parked in front. My throat went dry. Why is he here at this time? Shreeja is alone at home. I hope everything's fine.

But when I was about to open the door, I realized it was already open. There were noises and the sound of loud talking coming from inside. Did something happen?

I was about to go inside but stood there. I saw my uncle misbehaving with Shreeja and saying bad things to her.
What is he saying to her? Is he talking about me? But why? Because I'm a useless husband? Because I can't satisfy my own wife?

But I don't want Shreeja to go through this. That's why I rejected my uncle a few days ago when he came to me with a dirty proposal. He said he wanted Shreeja for himself, because I don't deserve her and I can't satisfy her in any way.

He wanted me to hand over Shreeja to him, and in return, he'd give me anything I wanted. I refused him firmly. The most important thing is that Shreeja is not a property to be given away. But he threatened me, and again I couldn't do anything but remain silent.

Once again, I tried to go inside, but I stopped in shock. Uncle slapped Shreeja very loudly. Everything fell from my hands. I wanted to go to her, but my legs wouldn't move. My whole body was shaking with fear.
No, I must not be afraid. I must go. I must be by Shreeja's side. I must help her, as Shreeja is always by my side. I can't let her be insulted like that. I told myself, you must not be useless here, Neil. You must move.

But I was shocked to see Shreeja punch Uncle. As I stood there in shock, I nervously wondered, should I do something? But what? Uncle surely won't leave Shreeja. He's definitely much stronger than her. She will be hurt if he catches her and beats her.

So I called the police without understanding anything. Then I just stood there, unable to go inside because the fear I've had since childhood wouldn't let me.

Then I saw Uncle hit Shreeja again with a flower vase. Before I knew it, I went inside and tried to stop him, but again, I was useless.

Then Shreeja told me not to interrupt her. She's really stronger than me. I am really a useless person; today proves it even more. I am a burden to her.

I laughed at myself. A burden like me will protect her? Who needs protection from a useless fellow who can't even protect himself? Really, who am I kidding? Everyone was right. I'm just a pathetic coward who can't even give his wife a peaceful, happy life.

My eyes wanted to burst with tears. I really want to die. Actually, I should have died already. It would have been better than seeing this day. Then Shreeja would have been free from this so-called husband of hers.

(Author : Poor Baby , I'm so sorry Readers)

I looked at Shreeja. She felt completely different. I had never seen her like this: so angry, so scary, the way she was beating Uncle.

After being taken to the police station, Shreeja and Neil were questioned.

They tried to explain everything together, but Shreeja mostly remained silent, her anger still simmering.

The police quickly noticed that Neil couldn't contribute much, prompting them to ask for a guardian to be contacted.

Neil hesitated to call his mother, knowing her involvement would only worsen the situation.

Shreeja, on the other hand, didn't want to call her parents, She was thinking - 'I don't talk to my parents much after my marriage, because maybe deep down a small part of me still holds onto anger towards my father. So I'm unsure how to approach them now and I don't want to burden them with my problems'.

After much thought, she decided to give the police Idhayan's number, even though she feared it might lead to her losing her job.

She was sure Idhayan would disapprove of his employee being caught up in such a mess.

I was in a meeting, having forced Shreeja to take the day off due to her fever. She had been reluctant, not wanting to miss the meeting.

Then I received a call from the police station informing me that Shreeja was there. I canceled the meeting immediately, worried about what had happened.

The police hadn't explained why she was there, only that I needed to come.

Arriving at the station, I saw Shreeja leaning against a bench, covered in bandages, with torn clothes and bloodstains. My heart sank. I quickly approached her and called her name.

"Shreeja," I said, and she looked up, her eyes red and still angry. But seeing me, her anger seemed to subside, and she looked down again, guilt in her eyes.

Placing my hand on her cheek, I could feel her fever had worsened. I sat in front of her and asked, "Why are you here? You should be in the hospital with that fever."

She replied, "I'm sorry, sir, you have to get involved in all this because of me."

Before I could respond, an officer asked if I was Mr. Deshmukh. After confirming, he wanted to speak to me privately. I insisted, "First, let Shreeja be admitted to the hospital. No matter what happened, she needs medical attention."

Once I had permission, I took Shreeja to the hospital. She could barely stand, likely due to the fever.

After ensuring she was admitted, I returned to the police station and met her husband, Neil Varma.

Seeing him reminded me that Shreeja was now Shreeja Varma not Gupta. My heart ached, but I focused on the situation at hand.

Hearing the full story from the police and Neil made my blood boil. Shreeja lived in such an unsafe place, and her husband hadn't protected her. I vowed to take legal action against those responsible.

I told the officer, "My lawyer will handle this on behalf of Shreeja. The rest you can discuss with her husband."
Then, I left for the hospital, my mind racing with anger and concern.

Back at the hospital, I found Shreeja awake. So I went and Stands beside her bed, then she asked me, "Am I fired, then? All right." Her voice was small and resigned. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"After all this, I'll surely be fired. But I have a request. Please write a little less bad on my character certificate so I can find another job," she said.

I couldn't help but grin at her innocence. "You think I'll fire you? Do you think you can get rid of me that easily?"

Shreeja blinked in confusion "Umm... I mean...But.." She hesitated.

I interrupted her, "Do you think you can leave all the work and run away? Who will do all the work then?Do you want to leave because you don't like your boss anymore?"

"No, sir, I didn't say that! I mean..didn't you'll throw me out of the company?" she quickly replied.
"Am I going to throw you out or are you saying that to get yourself out? " I teased her.

She looked even more confused "But when did I say that?", I wanted to laugh but held it in "If you didn't say it, then who did? Me? ".

"No... but..." she tried to explain. I cut her off, "If you're doing this, it means you want to give up the work, right?"

"But I don't want to leave," she said pitifully. I thought to myself, 'Yes, I know that, Shree.' Then I told her, "So, if you don't want to leave, it ends here."

"But... your reputation..." she started. "My reputation will be fine when my employees are fine," I assured her.
"I know you're saying these things because of the problems. But don't worry, I was just messing with you."

She widened her eyes and pouted, "Sir, you... hmph, I won't talk to you anymore."

"I know you might think I'm a bad boss, but I'm relieved to know you don't hate the company or me," I said, regretting my words immediately. I feared she might find out about my buried feelings for her.

"Sir, what are you talking about? Of course, I don't think badly of you. You're the kindest boss in the world," she said.

I smiled with relief. "Really? Thanks for the compliment."

I sat beside her and put my hand on her head. "You did a great job, Shreeja." "Really? Did I?" she asked happily.

"Yes. At least you understood what needed to be done. There was no one to help you, so you had to help yourself. It was necessary."

Shreeja got excited "Then I can do this...",I cut her off saying "Only when the situation is very difficult, like today's. But I hope it never happens again. This is the first and last time I won't scold you."

She let out a saddened "awww... ummm..."

I smiled and said, "Haven't I told you before, don't resort to violence all the time."

"Sir, does that mean I can sometimes..." she started. "Shreeja!" I said sternly.

"Okay, sir, I understand," she pouted. "Now you take a rest," I said. "You've been through a lot."

"Sir, do I have to stay in the hospital? Can't I go home?" she asked.

"Yes, stay for now. We'll talk about it later. You need to tell your family everything. Will you tell them, or should I?"

"Is it necessary?" she asked, her head down. "Of course, it's important," I replied and continue "I think it's better if your husband tells them. Because I'm stills an outsider and it doesn't look good to interfere too much. Soon your husband will come here. But if you need me, call me without hesitation. After this, I can't trust him either."

"Sir, he has nothing to do with this. He's not at fault. He's really a good person," she said.

I watched her, feeling how much she loved her husband, and my heart ached again. "Maybe not guilty, but he needs to be able to protect his wife."

"I can protect myself," she insisted. "I can see that," I said with a smile. "But you should rest now. As it's your family matter, my opinion doesn't matter much."

"No, sir, you're doing so much for me. I don't think many employees have such supportive bosses," she said softly.

I thought to myself, 'Because I don't see you as just an employee, Shree. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell you this feelings of mine, maybe I'll have to keep it inside me for the rest of my life, the way I've kept it for so many years.  Cause it's not possible anymore as you're married now.'

I chuckled. "You know I'm a very kind boss. Kind bosses always help their employees."

"Sorry sir. Oops, thank you sir. " she smiled.

I bid her farewell and left. Despite my anger and frustration, I couldn't help but feel pathetic. If I had the courage to speak my mind years ago, maybe things would have been different. But now, it seemed too late.

Idhayan's lawyer was a formidable force in the legal world, and he took on the challenge with determination.

He successfully put Neil's uncle, Kupat, behind bars and began the process of proving Shreeja's father innocent.

As a result, Shreeja's father replaced Bikash Shetty, who was fired from his post.

Later, Shreeja asked her husband, Neil, about his disability.
Neil then told her that everything his uncle said was true. It was the result of the accident that happened before their marriage.

He had been afraid to tell the truth to Shreeja, fearing she might not like him anymore. But Shreeja consoled him, saying she had no problem with it. And if they wanted a child, they could adopt one.

Neil was overjoyed to hear this and broke down in tears.

(Author : I'm  really proud of you Shree you're really Amazing person)

Day later, Shreeja started working again once she recovered, but her return was far from smooth. Her mother-in-law, now enraged that her brother was in jail, intensified her harassment.

Shreeja endured the daily verbal attacks in silence, which only fueled her mother-in-law's anger.

One afternoon, Shreeja met Akansha and Akash. Akansha whined, "Hawww, what did I do to miss such a big action scene? Shit... I should have fitted a video camera at your house."

(Author : Dekho iss ladki ko , matlab kuch bhi yaar)
(Look at this girl, means anything friend)

Shreeja looked at her in surprise and said, "Seriously, guys? Without asking how I saved myself, how I am, or how everything went... No, what the hell. You guys are impossible."

Days later, Kupat Khurana was released from jail.

His face was completely covered with a piece of cloth, as the bandage on his face has not yet been removed.

Because the doctor said, to bring his face back to normal condition, he will have to undergo plastic surgery on his face.

(Author : Waise bhi kuch khash Nehi tha uss chehere mein, gobar jaisi to thi)

(Anyway, there was nothing special about that face, it just looked like cow dung)

As he walked out, his mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge against Shreeja. He plotted numerous schemes, but her good luck seemed to thwart his every move.

Then on a particular night that would be etched in memory, feeling unwell, Shreeja decided to leave her car at home and walk to the shops to clear her mind.

After buying what she needed, she began her walk back. Suddenly, a car stopped beside her. She was startled and tried to pass by, but several men jumped out and surrounded her.

She tried to ask, "What do you want?" but they gave her no chance. They grabbed her, and she fought back fiercely.

Amid the struggle, one of the men injected a drug into her neck. She tried to pull it out, but it was too late. Her vision blurred, and her body began to go limp.

'Why is this happening to me? Can't I have a peaceful life?' she thought as she struggled to stay conscious.

As they dragged her to the car, one of the men said, "How about we have a little fun before we kill her?"

The others agreed, and Shreeja's heart sank. 'What else is there to do?' she thought. 'They'll kill me after they're satisfied with me. Is this the end for me?'

She thought of her parents, Akansha, Akash, and her Sir. 'What will happen to them? Will they come to help me? Will I even be okay by then? And Neil...  As always he'll blame himself, even though he has nothing to do with this.'

Her vision dimmed, and she could barely move. The goons began to touch her inappropriately.

Despite her desperate situation, a laugh escaped her mind. 'I wonder, even after this miserable life... Why haven't I committed suicide yet?'

Then they started the car and proceeded towards their destination.

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