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kisi ke liye kisi ki ahamayit khaas hoti hai,
aur ek dil ki chaabi doosare ke paas hoti hai.
 ada hai, khvaab hai, takaseem hai, tamaasha hai,
 meri in aankhon mein ek shakhsh betahaasha hai. 
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Ashwin's pov:

As I ended the call with my family, a sense of relief washed over me. Seeing everyone alright and in good spirits eased some of the tension that had been building up inside me. However, my mind kept drifting back to the picture that Vikram had sent me.

With a sigh, I unlocked my phone and opened the message from Vikram once again. The image of Anshika in the meeting hall filled the screen, her confident demeanor and poised posture catching my attention. Despite the apprehension lingering in my mind, I couldn't deny the admiration I felt for her.

Staring at the photo, I couldn't help but marvel at Anshika's resilience and strength. She seemed so composed and in control, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty swirling around me. In that moment, I felt a surge of pride and gratitude towards her, knowing that she was holding down the fort back home while I navigated the challenges in London.

But beneath the surface, a nagging sense of unease persisted. The fact that Vikram had somehow obtained a picture of Anshika raised questions that I couldn't shake off. How did Vikram know about Anshika? And more importantly, why was he sending pictures of her to me? No one knows about her! Not even media! but how come Vikram knows about this? 

As I scrolled through my phone, my thoughts drifted to the past encounters with Vikram. Memories of our previous confrontations flooded my mind, each one leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. The animosity between us ran deep, rooted in betrayal and deceit.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. I knew I couldn't afford to let my guard down, especially with Vikram lurking in the shadows. But amidst the turmoil and uncertainty, one thing remained clear – I would do whatever it takes to protect my family, no matter the cost.

As I stepped out of the shower, the cool droplets of water clinging to my skin, I felt a sense of renewed focus wash over me. With a quick towel-dry, I hastily made my way to the meeting room, where Yuvan awaited, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead.

As the meeting commenced, I found myself immersed in the intricate details of the negotiations, my mind fully engaged in the task at hand. Every word, every gesture, was carefully calculated, as I strived to convey an air of confidence and professionalism.

With Charles at the helm, the discussion flowed smoothly, each point addressed with precision and clarity. Despite the weight of responsibility resting on my shoulders, I remained steadfast in my resolve, determined to secure a favorable outcome for all parties involved.

As the meeting drew to a close, I exchanged a firm handshake with Charles, a silent acknowledgment of our mutual success. The atmosphere in the room was palpable, filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

Yet, amidst the jubilant celebrations of my colleagues, I remained curiously subdued, my thoughts drifting to the challenges that still lay ahead. Despite the outward appearance of success, a nagging sense of uncertainty lingered in the recesses of my mind, a reminder of the obstacles that awaited me on the road ahead.

But for now, I pushed aside those doubts, choosing instead to focus on the present moment. As I exchanged pleasantries with my colleagues, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a testament to the satisfaction of a job well done.

Author's pov:

Anshika's phone vibrated with an incoming call from an unfamiliar number, prompting her to answer with a poised demeanor. "Hello, may I ask who's calling?" she inquired, her tone professional and composed.

The voice on the other end was smooth and familiar, belonging to someone from her past whom she hadn't spoken to in quite some time. "Good afternoon, Anshika, it's Vikram," came the response, the casual tone masking the underlying tension between them.

Anshika maintained her professional demeanor as she acknowledged his greeting. "Good afternoon, Vikram," she replied politely, though her mind was already racing with apprehension at the unexpected call.

Despite the lingering uncertainties, when Vikram proposed meeting for lunch, Anshika found herself tentatively agreeing. "Certainly, I suppose that could work," she replied diplomatically, her tone measured as she navigated the delicate balance between politeness and reservation.

After bidding farewell, Anshika quickly informed her colleagues of her lunch plans, maintaining an air of professionalism even as her mind buzzed with questions and doubts.

As she stepped into the waiting car, Anshika's demeanor remained composed, her posture upright and poised as she settled into the plush leather seats. She maintained a professional distance, keeping her emotions in check as the car whisked her away to an uncertain encounter.

With a polite smile, Anshika greeted Vikram as she entered the Black Mercedes, her posture remaining composed as she settled into the luxurious seat beside him. "Hello, Vikram," she greeted courteously, her tone formal yet amicable.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Anshika glanced out of the window, subtly masking her unease with the unfamiliar situation. "May I inquire where we're headed for lunch?" she asked, her voice steady despite the subtle undercurrent of curiosity.

Vikram, seated beside her, responded with a casual air, his demeanor relaxed as he guided the car through the bustling streets of Mumbai. "I thought we could grab a bite at a quaint café I know nearby," he suggested, his tone easygoing as he navigated the city's bustling traffic.

Upon arriving at the charming café, Anshika stepped out of the car with poise, her gaze sweeping over the cozy ambiance of the establishment. As they were seated at a secluded table, Anshika maintained her professional demeanor, engaging in polite conversation with Vikram as they perused the menu.

Throughout the meal, Anshika maintained a polite yet reserved demeanor, her expressions carefully guarded as she navigated the conversation with Vikram. Despite the underlying tension, she remained composed, exchanging polite pleasantries and engaging in casual conversation.

As Anshika and Vikram engaged in conversation over lunch, a dessert was ordered and swiftly brought to their table. However, in a moment of misfortune, the waiter accidentally spilled the dessert, causing it to splatter onto Anshika's shirt. Anshika's initial reaction was one of surprise and mild annoyance, but she quickly composed herself, murmuring a polite "It's alright" in response to the waiter's profuse apologies.

However, the situation took an uncomfortable turn when the waiter, perhaps in an attempt to rectify his mistake, began to overstep boundaries by offering to assist Anshika in cleaning the mess. Anshika's discomfort was palpable as she subtly attempted to resist the waiter's unwanted advances, her body language becoming tense as she instinctively recoiled from his touch.

Despite Anshika's attempts to handle the situation diplomatically, the waiter persisted in his inappropriate behavior, his persistence bordering on harassment as he continued to invade her personal space. Anshika's unease grew with each passing moment, her attempts to maintain her composure becoming increasingly strained as the situation escalated.

Finally, unable to tolerate the waiter's unwelcome advances any longer, Vikram intervened, rising from his seat with swift determination. With a decisive movement, he delivered a powerful punch to the waiter's face, effectively halting the harassment and sending a clear message that such behavior would not be tolerated.

As the altercation between Vikram and the waiter reached its peak, Anshika instinctively moved to intervene, her natural inclination towards diffusing conflict compelling her to step in and defuse the escalating tension. With a gentle touch, she placed her hand on Vikram's arm, urging him to cease the altercation and consider the consequences of his actions.

Sensing Anshika's plea for peace, Vikram halted his assault on the waiter, albeit reluctantly, his features etched with a mixture of anger and concern. Turning his attention towards Anshika, he placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch both protective and reassuring as he sought to ascertain her well-being in the aftermath of the confrontation.

As Vikram stopped the fight and placed his hands on Anshika's shoulders to check if she was alright, she nodded with a smile. "Don't fight, it's alright," she reassured him.

Vikram's expression turned serious. "How the f--k is this alright? He tried to touch you," he said, his tone filled with anger and concern.

Anshika maintained her composure, smiling slightly. "Maybe, but he was just trying to help, I guess," she replied calmly.

Vikram looked at Anshika incredulously. "Seriously, Anshika? You don't know? For real?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

Anshika responded with a serene smile, her calm demeanor belying the turmoil within as she sought to downplay the severity of the situation. With a gentle shake of her head, she attempted to reassure Vikram that there was no need for further confrontation, her words carrying a tone of acceptance and forgiveness despite the gravity of the incident.

Anshika: (with a composed demeanor) Vikram, it's okay. Let's just leave it behind us.

Vikram: (still visibly agitated) Anshika, I can't believe you're taking this so lightly. That waiter had no right to lay a hand on you.

Anshika: (maintaining her calm tone) I know, Vikram. But escalating the situation further won't solve anything. Let's focus on moving forward.

Vikram: (sighing heavily) I just can't stand the thought of someone disrespecting you like that. You deserve better.

Anshika: (offering a reassuring smile) Thank you, Vikram. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, really. Let's not dwell on it.

Vikram: (reluctantly relenting) Alright, if you say so. But if anyone ever tries to lay a finger on you again, they'll have to deal with me.

Anshika: (grateful for Vikram's protective instinct) I know you've always got my back, Vikram. Thank you for being there.

Vikram, however, was visibly incredulous at Anshika's response, his disbelief evident in the furrow of his brow and the intensity of his gaze. In a moment of exasperation, he voiced his frustration and disbelief at Anshika's seemingly nonchalant attitude towards the incident, his words tinged with a mixture of incredulity and concern for her well-being.

Vikram: (softening his expression) Always, Anshika. Always

Anshika met Vikram's gaze with unwavering composure, her smile unwavering as she maintained her stance of peace and understanding. With a subtle gesture, she indicated her readiness to depart from the scene, her actions conveying a desire to put the altercation behind them and move forward from the incident.

Taking Vikram's hand in hers, Anshika led the way towards the exit, settling into the passenger seat of the vehicle with a sense of calm resolve.

As they settled in the car, Anshika glanced out the window, her thoughts drifting momentarily. Vikram, still processing the recent events, couldn't shake off his concern. "Anshika, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, filled with genuine worry.

Anshika turned to face him, her smile reassuring. "I'm fine, Vikram, really. It's not a big deal," she said, trying to alleviate his concern.

Vikram sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "But it is a big deal, Anshika. You shouldn't have to tolerate that kind of behavior," he insisted, his protective instincts kicking in.

Anshika placed a hand on his arm, appreciating his concern. "I know, Vikram, and I appreciate you standing up for me," she said gratefully.

Vikram nodded, still visibly troubled. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, Anshika. You mean a lot to me," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Anshika smiled softly, touched by his sincerity. "Thank you, Vikram. But I'm safe now, and that's what matters," she reassured him, hoping to ease his worries.

Vikram nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "Okay, Anshika. Just promise me you'll be careful," he said earnestly, his concern for her evident in his eyes.

Anshika nodded, understanding his concern. "I promise, Vikram. And thank you for always looking out for me," she said sincerely, grateful for his unwavering support.

Ashwin's pov:

As I concluded my meeting with Charles, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The discussion had gone well, and it seemed like a promising step forward for our business endeavors. However, as I made my way back to the hotel, my thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Curious, I glanced at the screen and saw an unknown message waiting for me. With a furrowed brow, I tapped on it, expecting it to be another routine notification. But what I saw next left me speechless.

There, on the screen, was a photo that instantly seized my attention. It was Anshika, my wife, standing with Vikram, his hands casually resting on her shoulders. Shock rippled through me as I stared at the image, unable to comprehend what I was seeing.

The sight of Vikram's hands on Anshika's shoulders stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me. Anger flared up, fueled by jealousy and possessiveness. How dare he lay his hands on her? Anshika was mine, and the thought of another man touching her filled me with a fierce protectiveness.

As I stared at the photo, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over me. Anger simmered within me, fueled by the sight of Vikram's hands on Anshika's shoulders. How dare he lay a finger on her? My fists clenched involuntarily, my blood boiling with jealousy and frustration.

But beneath the anger, there was a nagging sense of sadness and worry. Anshika, my wife, was in the company of Vikram, a man from my past. Was she okay? Was she in any danger? The thought of her being with him, even innocently, filled me with a sense of unease.

But beneath the anger, there was also a pang of hurt and insecurity. What was Anshika doing with Vikram? Were they just friends, or was there something more between them? The uncertainty gnawed at me, fueling my unease and anxiety.

I zoomed in on the photo, scrutinizing every detail, hoping to glean some insight into the situation. Anshika's expression seemed neutral, but Vikram's proximity to her sent a surge of unease coursing through me.

I couldn't shake off the jealousy either. Seeing Anshika with another man, even if it was just a photo, ignited a fierce possessiveness within me. She was mine, and the thought of anyone else touching her, especially Vikram, stirred up a storm of emotions.

With a heavy sigh, I tried to push aside the tumultuous thoughts and focus on the situation at hand. I needed to find out what was going on, to ensure Anshika's safety and to confront Vikram if necessary. But for now, all I could do was stew in my own turmoil, grappling with the complex emotions raging inside me.

In that moment, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions – anger, jealousy, hurt, and insecurity. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photo, grappling with the tumultuous storm of feelings raging within me. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of our relationship and the insecurities that lurked beneath the surface.

As I endeavored to cast aside the troubling thoughts that had been consuming my mind, a sudden touch on my shoulder caused me to startle, my attention abruptly pulled away from my inner turmoil. I turned instinctively, only to find myself facing an assailant whose features were obscured by the dim light of the corridor.

Before I could muster a response or fully comprehend the situation, a searing pain erupted at the back of my head. It felt as though I had been struck by a heavy object, the impact sending shockwaves reverberating through my skull. Staggering forward, my vision swam and dimmed, as if I were being drawn into an abyss of darkness.

The world around me blurred and distorted, sounds fading into an eerie silence. Despite my efforts to remain conscious, the overwhelming sensation of dizziness and disorientation began to overwhelm me. Every movement seemed sluggish and labored, as if I were wading through thick, viscous fluid.

In those fleeting moments of confusion and chaos, I struggled to grasp onto any semblance of clarity. My senses were dulled, my thoughts muddled and fragmented. It was as though I had been plunged into a nightmare from which I could not awaken.

And then, as swiftly as it had descended upon me, the darkness receded, leaving behind a lingering sense of disquiet and apprehension. 

??? pov:

As I stood over Ashwin, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over me, accompanied by a chilling smile that crept across my lips. The audacity of his attempts to elude me had only fueled my determination to confront him head-on, to bring him to account for the turmoil he had wrought upon my life.

With a steely resolve, I gazed down at him, his form sprawled before me, vulnerable and defenseless. The sight of him lying there, subdued and powerless, filled me with a twisted sense of gratification, as if justice were being served in its purest form.

"Let's make it equal, Ashwin," I murmured, "Let's make it equal this time" my voice tinged with a hint of malice, as I relished the opportunity to assert my dominance over him. The tables had turned, the balance of power shifting in my favor, and I reveled in the role of the aggressor, no longer content to be relegated to the sidelines.

A sinister laugh bubbled up from within me, echoing through the empty corridor like a dark symphony of malevolence. It was a laugh devoid of mercy or remorse, a stark reminder of the depths of my resolve and the lengths to which I would go to achieve my goals.

In that moment, as I stood over Ashwin, I felt an intoxicating rush of power coursing through my veins. It was a sensation unlike any other, a heady cocktail of adrenaline and triumph that left me feeling invincible, impervious to the constraints of morality or conscience.

For in that moment, I was no longer merely a bystander in my own story. I was the architect of my own destiny, the master of my own fate. And as I looked down at Ashwin, lying prostrate at my feet, I knew that nothing would stand in the way of my ultimate victory.

Towering over him, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight of him lying there, defeated. It was a small victory, perhaps, but it was enough to satisfy the hunger for revenge that burned within me. With a final smirk, I turned and walked away, leaving him to ponder his fate in the darkness.

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Heya lovies:

27th Chapter!  Just 3 more chapter and I will be done with 30th chapter... yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy...!!!
and then of course 31 32 33 :)
I hope you all liked it! give lots of love and support love ya all!...
And something is wrong isn't it?
Well finally a part better than those teasing one I guess I guess best part till now!
I mean Jealousy, Beating, Anger parts are best parts in any stories I guess!
Do give lot's of love guys please! I will appreciate that...!!!
I am lazy writing this to be honest!
And I don't know how many chapters it will take :)
Finally Vikram bhaiya's role is getting better!!!

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