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Vikram lay motionless on the couch in the drawing room, his wife Kanak's head resting gently on his lap. Without disturbing her peaceful slumber, as he open his eyes he saw kanak was sleeping in his lap he carefully got up without disturbing her sleep he frshup and began preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

As the aroma of freshly brewed chai and sizzling toast wafted through the air, Kanak stirred awake. Disoriented, she sat up, looking around frantically for Vikram. But he was nowhere to be found.

Panic set in as she recalled the unsettling memory of a pair of red eyes staring back at her from the window the previous night. Her voice trembled as she yelled out Vikram's name, "VIKRAM!"

The silence that followed only heightened her anxiety, leaving her wondering if she was truly alone in the house...

Vikram rushed into the living room, a look of concern etched on his face. He saw Kanak struggling to get up from the couch, her injured body clearly causing her distress. He quickly moved to her side, gently taking her weight as he helped her sit back down.

"What happened?" Vikram asked, his voice soft with worry.

But instead of answering, Kanak suddenly hugged him tightly, as if overwhelmed with emotion. Then, just as abruptly, she pushed him away, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger.

"Don't touch me!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

Vikram's face fell, hurt and confusion written across his features. He nodded slowly, backing away from the couch to give Kanak the space she seemed to need. The distance between them felt like an abyss, and Vikram couldn't help but wonder what had caused Kanak's sudden change .

He got up and leave for the kitchen

Vikram returned with a warm breakfast, carefully arranging the dishes on the table. Kanak, still on the couch, attempted to get up, but her injured body faltered. Vikram swiftly moved to her side, gently scooping her up in his arms.

Kanak's reaction was immediate and intense. She began hitting Vikram, her fists flailing wildly. "Chhod do mujhe! Main khud ja sakti hoon!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger. "Don't touch me, you monster! I hate you...leave me!"

Vikram remained silent, his expression a mask of calm determination. He carefully carried Kanak to the washroom, setting her down gently. "Mujhe bata dena jab tum taiyar ho," he said softly, his eyes avoiding hers. "Tell me when you're done."

With that, Vikram stepped out of the washroom, leaving Kanak alone. The silence between them was palpable, heavy with unspoken emotions.

When Kanak emerged from the washroom, Vikram was waiting for her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and caution. Without a word, he gently scooped her up in his arms once again.

This time, Kanak didn't resist or protest. She didn't say a word. Her body remained stiff and unyielding, her eyes fixed on some distant point beyond Vikram's shoulder.

As Vikram carried Kanak back to the couch, the silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions and unresolved tensions.

The silence between them was palpable as Vikram gently placed Kanak on the couch, arranging the breakfast tray in front of her. Kanak picked up a piece of toast, her eyes fixed on the plate as she took a bite.

Vikram sat down beside her, his eyes watching her every move. He poured himself a cup of chai, the sound of the liquid filling the silence.

As they ate, the only sound was the clinking of utensils on plates, the silence between them a heavy, unspoken thing. Kanak's eyes never met Vikram's, her gaze fixed on the plate or the floor.

The breakfast was a silent, strained affair, the tension between them almost tangible.

Vikram's eyes remained fixed on Kanak as she ate, his expression a mask of quiet concern. When he finished his breakfast, he pushed his chair back and stood up, his movements deliberate and slow.

"I'm leaving for the farm," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kanak's heart skipped a beat as she felt a surge of fear. She didn't want to be left alone in the house, not after the strange occurrences of the past few days. But she didn't know how to stop Vikram, didn't know how to express her fears without seeming weak or vulnerable.

So she said nothing, simply watching as Vikram walked towards the door, his back straight and his shoulders squared. As he reached the door, he turned back to look at her, his eyes searching for something, but Kanak's face remained frozen, her emotions locked behind a mask of calm.

Vikram stepped out of the house, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as he took a few strides forward. But as he walked, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was leaving Kanak vulnerable and alone.

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at the house. A pang of concern struck him, and he thought to himself, "Why did I even think of leaving her downstairs? She needs to rest."

With a newfound sense of purpose, Vikram walked back towards the house, his footsteps quiet on the porch. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light within.

"Kanak," he called out softly, his voice gentle. "Main tumhe bedroom mein le jata hoon. Tumhe rest karni chahiye." ("I'll take you to the bedroom. You need to rest.")

Kanak protested vehemently as Vikram scooped her up in his arms, determined to take her to the bedroom. "Nahi, main yahi rahungi!" she exclaimed, struggling against his grip. ("No, I'll stay here!")

But Vikram was resolute, carrying her effortlessly towards the bedroom. Kanak's frustration boiled over, and she began hitting him on the chest, her small fists pummeling his broad torso.

As they reached the bedroom, Vikram's foot caught on the edge of the bed, and they both tumbled onto the mattress, Kanak's body trapped beneath his.

For a moment, they lay there, their faces inches apart, their eyes locked in a fierce, wordless stare. Vikram's gaze burned with a fierce intensity, and Kanak's eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and defiance.

Vikram's face drew closer, his lips inches from Kanak's. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong, his body pinning hers to the bed.

Just as Vikram's lips were about to claim Kanak's, she dug her nails deep into his arms, the sudden pain making him recoil.

Vikram's eyes snapped back into focus, and he quickly rolled off Kanak, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The air was thick with tension as they lay there, their bodies separated by a chasm of unspoken emotions. Kanak's eyes blazed with fear and anger as she scrambled to sit up, her body trembling with vulnerability. Vikram's face contorted in distress as he reached out to her, his voice laced with remorse.

"Sorry, Kanak... I didn't mean to... I didn't intend to scare you," he pleaded, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid to soothe her.

But Kanak was beyond consolation. Her voice rose to a shrill yell as she flinched away from Vikram's outstretched hand. "Door raho! Mujhe mat chuo.,mujhe chune ki koshish bhi mat karna"tum ek ghatiya admi ho. she screamed, her eyes flashing with a fierce, desperate warning. ("Stay away! Leave me alone, dont even try to touch me!, you'rea disgusting man)

Vikram's face fell, his eyes filling with a deep sadness as he slowly backed away from Kanak, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender.( Nhi aaraha tumhare pass daro mat mujhse). The distance between them seemed to grow, a chasm of mistrust and fear yawning open like a wound.

Kanak's body shook with sobs as she burst into tears, her fragile composure shattered. Vikram's face twisted in anguish as he watched her, his eyes burning with a mix of guilt and frustration.

In a sudden, violent motion, Vikram punched the wall, the sound of his fist crashing into the plaster echoing through the room. Kanak's crying faltered for a moment, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at Vikram's clenched fist., she thought he will hit her and beat her..she flinched back..and whisper don't hurt me please.dont beat me please ..she backed away in fear .to see his angry form ..she whisper please .....Vikr...am

Without a word, his heart clenched in pain he never thought to hit her now..yet he did slap her in past. But he didnt do it ever again .. he fisted his hand and giving her a last glance Vikram turned and strode out of the house, the door slamming shut behind him. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the silence, growing fainter with each passing moment.

Kanak's sobs resumed, her body shaking with uncontrollable tears as she lay alone in the bedroom, the sound of Vikram's departure still echoing in her mind. ..

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