As Anirudh stood in front of Bondita's room, he hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. He had been instructed by Trilochan to bring her down for breakfast, but he was still feeling a bit reluctant. However, he couldn't deny the request of his beloved kaka, and so he had finally given in.

As he reached the door, he noticed that it was slightly open, and he couldn't resist the temptation to peek inside. What he saw took his breath away. Bondita was standing in the room, dressed in a stunning white anarkali that seemed to shimmer and shine in the morning light. Her long hair cascaded down her back, reaching till her hips, and Anirudh felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed at her.

But what really caught his attention was the ghunghroo on her legs. The delicate bells seemed to be dancing with her every movement, and Anirudh felt his senses come alive as he watched her. The classical music that was playing in the background seemed to be mesmerizing him, drawing him in with its haunting melody.

As he stood there, frozen in time, Bondita began to move her body in time with the music. Her whole body seemed to be swaying to the rhythm, her hips moving gracefully, her arms waving like a lotus flower in the breeze. Anirudh felt his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the scene before him.

As he watched Bondita dance, Anirudh felt his heart filling up with emotions. He felt a sense of wonder, a sense of awe, and a sense of deep longing. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, and he knew that he had to be careful not to get burned.

But for now, he just stood there, mesmerized by the beauty of the scene before him, his heart pounding in his chest, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer loveliness of Bondita. The music seemed to be weaving a spell around him, a spell that he couldn't break, and he knew that he was doomed to be trapped in this moment forever.

As Anirudh stood there, frozen in time, his heart suddenly spoke up, its voice a mixture of guilt and reprimand. "Anirudh Roy Choudhary, she is Vaijayanti, not your Bondita," it argued. "You can't stare at any other woman other than your Bondita. She is the one who holds your heart, the one who is meant to be yours."

Anirudh's eyes, which had been glued to Bondita's dancing form, suddenly snapped back to reality. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he realized that he had been staring at her, mesmerized by her beauty. He looked away, trying to compose himself, but his heart continued to argue with him.

Anirudh's mind was a jumble of emotions as he tried to process his heart's words. He knew that he loved Bondita, and he couldn't deny the fact that he had been staring at Vaijayanti like a stranger. He felt guilty and ashamed, and he didn't know how to reconcile his feelings.

As he stood there, trying to make sense of his emotions, he couldn't help but think about Bondita. He thought about her smile, her laughter, and her beautiful eyes. He thought about the way she made him feel, like he was the only person in the world.

His heart argued with him, telling him that he couldn't stare at Vaijayanti, that he couldn't have feelings for anyone other than Bondita. And as he stood there, he knew that his heart was right. He couldn't betray Bondita's trust, not even for a moment.

As Bondita's feet tripped, she felt herself losing balance and was about to fall. But before she could hit the ground, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close and steadying her.

Anirudh's hands grasped her waist, his fingers digging gently into her skin as he pulled her against him. Bondita felt a rush of surprise and gratitude as she realized that he had caught her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

Their faces were inches apart, and Bondita could feel the warmth of Anirudh's breath on her skin. She saw the concern and care in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat as she felt a flutter in her chest.

For a moment, they just stood there, frozen in time, as the world around them melted away. Bondita felt like she was drowning in the depths of Anirudh's eyes, and she couldn't look away.

As they stood there, Anirudh's hands still wrapped around her waist, Bondita felt a sense of safety and security that she had never felt before. She felt like she was home, like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

And then, slowly, Anirudh's face came closer, his lips inches from hers. Bondita's heart was racing, and she felt like she was holding her breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Would he kiss her? Would he pull away?

But Anirudh didn't know that the woman he was holding was actually his Bondita. He thought she was Vaijayanti, a different person. And yet, as he looked into her eyes, he felt a deep connection, a sense of familiarity that he couldn't explain. 

As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Bondita could feel Anirudh's heart beating against her chest, and she knew that he was feeling the same attraction that she was. But she also knew that he didn't know who she really was, and that their love was still a secret, hidden behind a mask of deception.

As Anirudh's lips touched Bondita's, the world around them melted away. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet it held a depth of emotion that neither of them had ever experienced before. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of them, lost in the moment.

Bondita felt like she was melting into Anirudh's arms, her body surrendering to the warmth and comfort of his touch. She felt like she was home, like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As Anirudh pushed Bondita to the wall, his lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a rush of excitement and passion, her heart racing with anticipation.

Bondita's hands instinctively went to Anirudh's chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. She felt like she was melting into his touch, her body surrendering to the warmth and comfort of his lips on her skin.

Anirudh's kisses were gentle, yet passionate, his lips tracing a path along Bondita's neck and shoulder. She felt like she was on fire, her skin burning with desire and longing.

Anirudh's hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. Bondita felt like she was being consumed by him, like she was losing herself in his touch.

As Anirudh's hand traced her curves over her white anarkali, Bondita felt a shiver run down her spine. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, and she could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress.

The anarkali, which had seemed so modest and demure just moments before, now felt like a tantalizing barrier between them. Bondita could feel Anirudh's fingers brushing against her skin, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

As Anirudh's hand continued to explore her curves, Bondita felt her breathing grow shallower, her heart pounding in her chest. She was acutely aware of the tension between them, the air thick with anticipation and desire.

As Anirudh's hand paused, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck, Bondita opened her eyes to meet his gaze. The air was charged with tension, the moment hanging precariously in the balance.

As Trilochan's voice cut through the air, Anirudh's eyes snapped back to reality, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He realized that he had been standing outside Bondita's room, lost in his own imagination, and that Trilochan had been shouting at him to bring Vaijayanti (who was actually Bondita) down for breakfast.

"Nalayak, maine tujhe kaha tha Vaijayanti ko nashte ke liye bula la, aur tu yaha khada hoke pata nhi kya soch rha hai," Trilochan said, his voice stern and disapproving.

Anirudh felt a surge of embarrassment and guilt as he realized that he had been caught daydreaming about the woman he thought was Vaijayanti, but was actually his , Bondita. He didn't know how to respond, and he just stood there, frozen, as Trilochan's words hung in the air. 

"Kaka, I...I was just..." Anirudh stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse, but Trilochan cut him off.

"Bas, bas, Anirudh, mujhe pata hai tu kya soch rha hai. Ab chalo, Vaijayanti ko nashte ke liye bula lo," Trilochan said, his voice firm but with a hint of amusement.

Anirudh felt his face grow even hotter as he realized that Trilochan had seen right through him. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and pushed open the door to Bondita's room.

"Vaijayanti, nashta ready hai," Anirudh said, trying to sound casual, but his voice came out husky and unsure.

As he entered the room, he saw Bondita standing in front of the mirror, her hair tied up in a neat bun, and a hint of a smile on her face. Anirudh's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he was still reeling from the effects of his imagination, and that he had no idea how to navigate the complex emotions that were swirling inside him.

As Anirudh entered his study, he was still reeling from the thoughts that had been plaguing him. He couldn't believe that he had been thinking about someone else, even if it was just in his imagination. 

His eyes closed in frustration as he tried to shake off the feeling of guilt that had been weighing him down. Just as he was about to sit down at his desk, he heard a faint voice calling out to him. "Sakha babu." Anirudh's eyes snapped open, and he looked around the room, trying to locate the source of the voice. 

That's when he saw her. Little Bondita, sitting under the table, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. Anirudh's heart melted at the sight of her, and he couldn't help but smile. 

This was the Bondita he knew and loved, the one who would sit under the table and pout when she was upset or angry with him. But as he looked at her, he heard her voice again, and this time it was laced with a hint of accusation. "Sakha babu, aap mere alawa kisi aur ke baare mein kese soch sakte hai?" 

As Anirudh sat there, trying to come up with a response to little Bondita's question, he suddenly felt a strange sensation. The room around him began to fade away, and little Bondita's image started to blur.

Before he could even process what was happening, little Bondita vanished into thin air. Anirudh was left sitting alone in his study, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his books and papers.

He looked around, feeling a sense of disorientation and confusion. It took him a moment to realize that it had all been just another product of his imagination. Little Bondita had never actually been there, and their entire conversation had been just a fantasy.

Anirudh let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of emotions. He was relieved that it had been just his imagination, but at the same time, he couldn't shake off the feeling of longing and nostalgia that had been stirred up by the vision of little Bondita.

As Anirudh stood there, lost in thought, he suddenly heard a voice that seemed to come from within himself. "Ab toh Bondita kitni sundar ho gyi hogi, uski badi badi aankhe aur bhi sundar ho gyi hongi."

He looked up, startled, and saw another version of himself standing in front of him. This other Anirudh was identical to him in every way, from his facial features to his clothing.

Anirudh's mind reeled as he tried to process what he was seeing. He realized that this other Anirudh was his inner voice, the manifestation of his own thoughts and emotions.

The inner Anirudh smiled at him, as if reading his thoughts. "You're thinking about Bondita, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and introspective. "You're wondering how she's grown, how she's changed. You're thinking about her eyes, her smile, her laughter."

Anirudh felt a surge of emotions as he listened to his inner voice. He knew that he was thinking about Bondita, but he hadn't realized just how deeply she was embedded in his thoughts.

The inner Anirudh took a step closer, his eyes locked on Anirudh's. "You love her, don't you?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You love her more than anything in this world. But how could you think about some other woman?"

Anirudh's eyes widened in shock as his inner voice spoke the words that cut deep into his heart. "Bondita ke sakha babu ho naa tum toh, uske rakshak babu, uske pati babu! toh tum bondita ki alava kisi aur ke sapne kese dekh sakte ho?"

 He felt a pang of guilt and shame as he realized that his inner voice was right. He was Bondita's sakha babu, her protector, her husband. He had promised to love and cherish her, to protect her from harm.

But then his inner voice delivered the final blow. "Ohh sorry, I forgot tumne toh saare rishte tod diye hai uss se."

Anirudh's face fell as he remembered the truth of his inner voice's words. He had indeed broken all ties with Bondita, had pushed her away and denied their relationship. 

He had been so caught up in his own guilt and shame that he had forgotten the love and commitment they shared. 

 He felt a wave of regret wash over him as he realized the mistake he had made. He had let his own fears and doubts come between them, had let his own ego and pride destroy their relationship. 

Anirudh's eyes widened in shock as his inner voice hurled the accusation at him. "Dhokhe baaz ho tum Anirudh Roy Choudhary!"