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AUTHOR'S POV

RAGHUVANSHI MAHAL
Morning.....

In the dark room, a gentle beam of sunlight streamed through the slightly moved curtains, painted their cuddled forms nestled close together, with a gentle glow. Though the darkness of the room was still engulfed with the strange silence. These two, who had inflicted deep wounds upon each other, who burned with unspoken emotions whenever their eyes met, who often wouldn't even spare a glance -
They slept curled up like puppies seeking warmth on a stormy street.

It seemed ironic, a cruel joke, that they, the architects of each other's restlessness, pain, adversity, found solace only in each other's arms?

But why?

Because, they might have physically distanced themselves, but unbeknownst, their souls always yearned for unification. Deep within the layers of hatred, misunderstandings, pain, and vengeful thoughts, there were emotions they never fully grasped, or when they tried, the fate knocked on the door of separation.

They lay unconscious into each other, yet their hearts, beat in perfect sync. The contentment, peace was visible on their faces, As if their souls seemed to have discovered their mate, their true home.

Her ear rested against his heart ,face buried in his chest, as the features relaxing and tightening rhythmically with each inhalation and exhalation he took. While her fingers clung tightly around the nape of his neck, seeking both security and peace while her legs entwined around his waist, forming a perfect embrace.
There Unknowingly, one of his hands was rested tenderly on her back while the other cupped her face. Her hairs brushed against his skin, a soft light that escaped through the white curtains in the room, added a dim glow in the whole dark room because the windows were closed, falling into a serene atmosphere.

*Phone Rung*

The ringtone of the phone erupted into chaotic noise in the room, yet they remained fast asleep, blissfully oblivious to the world around them.

After one ring, He stirred, as his hand instinctively searching the nearby table without him even bothering to open his eyes. Frustration twisted his brow as he mumbled to himself, unaware of time.
"Which idiot calls at this hour!"

He rubbed his eyes, suddenly noticed something heavy clinging to him. At that instant, feeling his movements under the weight of her body, Nia stirred to wake as well, but she had completely forgotten that she was sleeping on him. As their eyes fluttered open and they met each other's gaze, their faces flushed with surprise, their mouths agape. In a flurry of disbelief, they exclaimed in unison
"You?"

Nia was still grasping his neck when they recognized how intimate their position was, causing a wave of panic. Their bodies instinctively reacted as they attempted to move, but in the small confines of the sofa, Nia's legs became entangled in the blanket. She lost her balance, and in mattee to catch her, both tumbled to the floor with a sudden thud.

"Ouch!" She gasped in a low voice.

The unexpected fall caused Nia to bang her head on the edge of the table, but He had instinctively shielded her head with his hand, his face turning a statue of tension and concern.

"Hey! You okay na? Did you hurt yourself?" He immediately asked, while his hand began exploring the back of her head to know wheather she got any injury or not.

She looked at him, annoyance building inside her, when she was about to push him aside but Sia's words echoed in her mind.

*You should give him a chance, Nia. He's not a bad person by heart. There is a serious misunderstanding between you two; he probably feels the same way about you.*

The words played repetitively in her head, leaving her feeling conflicted and lost somewhere.

"Why don't you listen to me?" His strained voice snapped her back to reality.

As their eyes locked, they both realized the awkwardness of their situation. Her body was pinned beneath his weight, his hair tousled across his forehead, where their faces were mere inches apart.

In a heartbeat, Veeransh stood up, offering his hand to her.
He had averted his gaze, but when her  hand didn't feel in his, he looked over to find her already standing.
He could stop himself to let out a self-deprecating chuckle, feeling helpless, sensing how she clearly preferred to not to take his help.

He noticed her avoiding his gaze, glancing around nervously, and got worried that he might have made her uncomfortable without intending to. Veeransh was oblivious to the fact that she was the one who had ended up sleeping beside him while he was on the couch; all he could register was her flushed face and her hands gripping the sides of her trousers tightly, being worried about her anger he tried to justify.

"Listen, it wasn't my intention... I... I don't know how... I mean, when did I...?" His stammering trailed off as Nia interrupted him.

He braced himself for her outrage, expecting her to be furious after the events of the previous night, but what she said left him stunned. His face went blank in disbelief when she replied calmly,
"It's okay, Mr. Raghuvanshi. Let's just drop the topic!"

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NIA'S POV

He was watching me, his expression as inscrutable as ever, but even without glancing at him, I could sense this man was definitely thinking something as his effortless piercing gaze seemed to penetrate me. Guilt washed over me as I berated myself for getting so close to him. Just as I resolved to leave from his side before my guilt overwhelmed my emotions, he grabbed my wrist. I stared at him in shock; before I could process what was happening, he pulled me toward the sofa and seated me with a sudden jolt. I could feel his rage in his actions but the question was, what clicked him all of sudden.

I was confused as he walked to the drawers and retrieved a first aid box. Kneeling on the floor, he opened the box but he wasn't looking at me until finally, his vacant yet captivating gaze locked onto mine. He had merely glanced at me for a fleeting second before his eyes shifted to my forehead. I attempted to speak, but something in his voice echoed in my mind, causing my eyes to narrow in an effort to grasp his words.

"So, how was your meeting....... Biwi?"
Those simple words, spoken in his low, gravelly voice, sent a shiver to my heart.

Whereas he appeared so casual and carefree, showing no signs of emotion. He poured some disinfectant onto a cotton ball, and with his other hand, tucked the stray of hairs from my face behind my ear. As his fingers brushed my skin, I hesitated momentarily, my voice faltering to answer as I lowered my gaze.

"It went... I mean the client... Ssssss!"
Before I could finish my sentence, the antiseptic stung the wound from the previous night when I hastily left that room.

Feeling the burning sensation I abruptly looked at him; he was only focused on my forehead as his hand continued to clean the wound. But I could feel the fury in his words, irrespective of him, gently treating my wound. Then, he said something that made me forget the pain entirely.

"The client was Samrat Singh Chaudhary, wasn't he?"

I froze.

"How did he know? Is he stalking me? How dare he keep tabs on me? If he knows about Samrat, does he know the whole truth?"
My thoughts raced until he jolted me from my reverie with his retort.

"I can do much more than you expect, Biwi! And as for stalking... every husband should know when, where, why, and with whom his wife is hanging out!"

His assertion deepened my frown, bewildered at whether he could sense my thoughts, or read my mind. I didn't even mumbled, but then how he did he speculated so right.

I was already confused and worried about what my ears just heard when to my shock, he leaned in closer, prompting me to grip my trousers tightly and curl my toes at the peculiar sensation.

He blew gently on my wound to lessen the burn while cleaning it one last time; the soothing warmth from his breath made me instinctively close my eyes. He was so near, close enough to drive me mad.

But I didn't wanted to run out of my emotions and now I had reached my breaking point. I immediately jerked his hand away as I shouted,

"Will you stop with this fake concern of yours? And what husband hmm? Why do you care if I go out with anyone, anywhere or for any reason!? "

He finally looked at me for a brief as I noticed him stroking a fierce hand through his hair, a sign of his irritation that he always shows and I registered instantly, but it didn't matter to me anymore. I continued speaking back.

"If you think I'm going to inform you every single detail like a typical wife, then you are sorely mistaken, Mr. Raghuvanshi!"

With a pause this time my jaw clenched as my words pressed on.
"Yeh hakk toh maine apne baap tak ko nhin diya, toh tum kya cheez ho!"

("I haven't even given that right to my father, so what makes you think you deserve it?")

This time I had driven him out of his control, when leaving me utterly stunned in the heat of the moment, he suddenly gripped my hair in his fists from behind, drawing my face closer to his, our eyes blazing with the same fire.

"I care Mrs. Raghuvanshi... I care when someone dares to call my wife 'darling,' I care when you talk to an asshole like him, I care when you lie to meet your lover!"

The word "lover" ignited my fury, and in a fit of rage, I punched him squarely in the face. It didn't faze him, but his grip on my hair loosened. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed him away slightly and attempted to flee, but he yanked me back, and I collided with his solid chest.

"My words aren't finished yet. Dare to move from here, I'll make sure you regret the very move you make!"

He paused, pulling me even closer. His breath hot against my skin as his eyes locked with mine and uttered,

"You belongs to me BIWI! And let me make you one thing very clear, I don't want to see you near that Samrat from now on, or..."

Before he could finish, I stepped closer, diminishing the mere gap between us, and shot back,

"Or? Are you going to kill me? Or blackmail me again this time? Then c'mon tell me what if I refuse to listen to you?" I asked with sarcasm.

Now I found myself regretting my words. Always in my anger, I rarely grasp the impact of my actions or speech, and once again, words had escaped my lips. I realized I had challenge him and for a brief moment, the room filled with a suffocating silence.

"Toh khoon bahega, agar uska nahin...toh mera!
("Then blood will flow, If not his....then mine!")

Those weren't mere words; they served as a warning, a sign of impending destruction, a terrifying preview of the consequences. His words still ringing in my ears as I couldn't hold back.

"You think you are threatening me? You won't do anything like This Mr.Raghuvanshi!" I retorted.

But hearing this a psychotic smirk tugged around his lips. Leaving me breathless, at his next movement my mind went BLANK!

His finger grazed my forehead, moving down my cheeks to the contours of my jawline. His eyes tracing the finger, were filled with passion, madness, and an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, as he stated in poetic way leaving me stunned silent.

"Humein Ishq hai apki nafrat se, Par aapka Ishq kisi aur ki lakeeron mein...Kasam e khuda hum woh lakeerein mita denge!"
("We're enamored with your hatred, but your love is etched in someone else's line... I swear by God, we will erase those lines!")

He warned me yet again, not for the first time. However, his expression revealed something unmistakable: there was a promise, a commitment in his words that I couldn't disregard. Without knowing why, I suddenly found myself asking.

"And what if I leave you by choice, or marry someone...?"

The phone rang again, but he appeared to be unaffected. I could sense his fists clenching, and his expression shifted to one filled with intense rage, his blank yet menacing eyes piercing through me with fury. In an instant, he shoved me hard against the wall, and before I could escape, he slammed his thundering fist into the wall right beside my face. I squinted my eyes as his seething words spilled into my ears like molten lava.

"Try it, but hope I don't find you then after.... which I will indeed!"

He was all done! Finding me lost once again. As the steps began to leave, I was continuously gazing at his back when he immediately turned around and completed he wanted to do earlier,

"Aur rahi baat haq ki , toh pati wala haq toh abhi maine jataya nahin hai, Or I wouldn't hesitate to make you mine....tumhare jism se lekar tumhari rooh takk!

("And as for rights, I haven't even begun to assert my husbandly rights if I wanted or I wouldn't hesitate to make you mine...From your body to the depths of your soul!")

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AUTHOR'S POV

In the expansive, abandoned old building currently under renovation, Samrat sat on a chair in the center of the hall. Rage twisted his features, his anger palpable. One side of his face was smeared with blood that trickled down his neck, staining his black blazer. Hand flexing around a gun ,dancing in his fingers, his gaze was locked onto a group of ten men huddled on the floor, clad only in their underwear, their hands clasped and heads bowed. Their backs bore deep gashes, as if lashed by razor wires.

Breaking the oppressive silence, Samrat's voice thundered.

"Sala tum log kya kar rahe the jab woh Raghuvanshi Shaream yahan ghuss ke mujhe dhamki dekar gaya!"
("What the hell were you doing when that Raghuvanshi bravely barged in here and warned me?")

As he shouted, his gun discharged, striking one of the men on the floor, to fall on his stomach, because he had fired multiple rounds into the man's chest.

The remaining witnesses to Samrat's fury felt their own breaths stutter, trembling as they contemplated the ramifications of their fallen companion. One of them, summoning some bravery, attempted to explain.

"B-boss, he had a gun! He came out of nowhere, and we... we didn't felt the courage..."

Before he could finish, a shot rang out, and his life abruptly ended.

"And Samrat Singh Chaudhary doesn't keep Cowards around him!"
Samrat rage was spiraling out of control, consumed by thoughts of Veeransh. The echoes of his warning reverberated through his mind, laced with hatred and the burning desire for revenge. His eyes gleamed with venom as he spoke.

"Galat jagah haath daal liya tune Raghuvanshi...ek dhamaka tune kiya, toh ab baari meri! Bhut guroor hai na tujhe apni Biwi par? Agar tera yahi guroor maine mitti mein na mila diya, toh yeh chaudhary ek baap ki aulaad nahin!"

("You've made a grave mistake, Raghuvanshi... You've caused a blast and now it's my turn! You're so proud of your wife, huh? If I don't crush that pride into dust, then this Chaudhary isn't the son of a single father!")

With that, he wiped the blood from his face and flicked his hand to shake off the remaining droplets. He abruptly rose from his chair, sending it tumbling backward.

"Rawat!" he shouted, his voice echoing menacingly as a man with a well built body, around 28 years, rushed to his side.

"Yes, boss?"

"I don't want to summon this shit around! Do whatever you want with them!"
Samrat directed a harsh glance at the men, and ADVIK RAWAT, his manager and accomplice, nodded in compliance.

In mere moments, Samrat's bodyguards seized the men by their hair, dragging them out as their desperate pleas filled the building.

Rawat, looking at Samrat with concern, spoke softly,
"Boss, you should go to the hospital..."

"Did I ask?" Samrat shot him a threatening glare, making Rawat lower his gaze.

"Let's go!" Samrat discarded his blazer onto the floor and marched towards the exit.

Rawat hurried to keep pace with him, panting, "But boss, what are you planning to do next?"

As Samrat settled into the passenger seat, his driver opened the door for him. Just as the door started to close, Samrat glanced at Rawat, who was waiting for an answer, a villainous smirk spreading across his face.

"Ab Humari Vakeel Sahiba ne kaam saumpa hai..toh pura toh karna hi hoga!"

("I must complete the task my lawyer assigned me... no matter what!")

With that, Samrat adjusted his glasses, his eyes blazing with intensity, ready for the chaos ahead. Rawat's expression shifted to confusion, but before he could ask more, the door slammed shut, and the car sped away, kicking up dust in its wake.

Once Samrat was gone, Rawat quickly retrieved his phone and made a call.

"Sir, Chaudhary is planning something big involving Nia!"

The call ended abruptly.

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As he answered the call, Veeransh abruptly exited the room, navigating through the second-floor corridors before descending down the stairs. A terrified individual, from the other end, gasping for breath, managed to speak a few words to him. And with each passing second, his expressions were turning dark.

Upon hearing this, Veeransh-already engulfed in anger, lost control of his previously restrained anger he has been somehow managed, so that he couldn't hurt her unententially. His grip on the phone tightened, and in a fit of fury, he hurled it to the ground, shattering it at Viaan's feet.

Viaan, who had just received the same distressing news, trembled at the thought of confronting Veeransh. As the phone shattered, he looked up to see Veeransh already advancing toward him, unmistakably furious. With firm and rapid strides, it was clear to Viaan that he was aware of the situation.

"B...boss, I was just about to tell you that she..." Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp shuddering slap broke on his face, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, the noice echoed in hall.

Without allowing him a moment to regain his composure, Veeransh aggressively grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall and clutched his throat with another hand.

Viaan felt Veeransh's grip tightening around his neck, he was now gasping hard for air, his breaths coming shallow. But Veeransh was far from calm today, and Viaan parted his lips to answer, but his words found no way to left

"You knew what trouble she could cause and you couldn't even manage one girl?!" He spat, lifting Viaan off the ground by his throat against the wall.

"B...boss...she..." Viaan stammered, but as Veeransh tightened his grip further and yelled.
"Tumhari laaparvahi ki vajah se woh bhaag gayi! Tab tum logon ne kaya choodiyan pehen rakhi thi?"

("Because of your cheap mistake, she escaped! What were you all doing-wearing bangles?")

Veeransh was seething in anger when suddenly someone pulled him away from Viaan. Viaan abruptly stumbled to the ground, gasping for air, coughing violently.

Veeransh in the heat of the moment, turned to raise his hand against his assailant but left hung in mid-way as he recognized Amar Raghuvanshi standing before him, anger radiating from his expression.

"Apne gusse ko kaboo mein rakho Veeransh! Uss kal ki aayi ladki ke liye tum apne dost.."
Amar snapped but Veeransh cut him shortly.

("Control your temper, Veeransh! This isn't just about your anger; think about the girl from yesterday and your friend...")

"Beta apne baap ko tameez sikhaye, yeh shobha nahin deta dad! Toh zara dhyaan se ki aap kiski biwi ke baare mein baat kar rahe hain!" He shot back.

("A son doesn't suits, teaching manners to his father Dad! So Be careful whose wife you're talking about!")

"VEERANSH !"Amar Yelled.
And delivered a fierce slap across his face. Yet, unaffected, Veeransh turned his gaze back to Viaan.

Ananya came rushing in with a glass of water, placing it on Viaan's trembling lips as she cried uncontrollably.

"Abb yeh tumhare bas ki baat nhin rahi Rana! Bahut hua yeh chuhe billi ka khel, Ab jo hoga shareaam hoga!"
("The matter is out of control rana!The cat-and-mouse game is over... whatever happens next will be serious!")

Veeransh declared. Without paying attention to anyone, he stormed out and made a call.

"(Greetings) Ram Ram Bhau... how did you remember me?"

"I've sent a picture of a girl; you have 24 hours! Either she'll be at my feet or you'll say goodbye to this world!"

"Kaam ho jayega bhau!"

("It will be done, brother!")

With that, the call ended.

Meanwhile, a figure sitting in a car felt his phone buzz. Checking the screen, he saw the girl's picture flash before him, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

But whose picture was it?
Well....

.....It was indeed SHANAYA SHARMA!

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To be continued....

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