Wo ishq hi kya Jisme dard na ho💔

Author pov.

Vikram left for the farm , he saw randhwa son neeraj and his bodyguard was harrasing some village girls.

Vikram stormed towards the group, his eyes blazing with anger. "Leave them alone!" he thundered, his fists clenched.

Randhwa's son, Neeraj, sneered at Vikram. "Mind your own business,vikram" he snarled, his bodyguard cracking his knuckles menacingly.

Vikram didn't hesitate. With a fierce cry, he launched himself at Neeraj and his bodyguard, punching and kicking them with all his might. The girls scattered, screaming, as the two men stumbled backward under Vikram's onslaught.

Neeraj's face was soon bloody and swollen, his eyes streaming with sweat and tears Vikram's anger still hadn't cooled, but just as he was about to deliver another blow, a sharp pain shot through his side.

Vikram stumbled backward, clutching his side, as Neeraj's bodyguard landed a stick hit on vikram head. The villagers, gathered as those girls inform them about the fight, and rushed forward to intervene.

Some of them grabbed Vikram, holding him upright as he swayed dizzily. "Take him to the sarpanch's house," hes injured someone shouted. "He needs first aid."..

Seeing so many villagers randhwa son and guards runaway...

As Vikram was half-carried away, he caught a glimpse of Neeraj's furious face. "This isn't over," Neeraj snarled, his eyes blazing with hatred.

Vikram was carried to the sarpanch's house, his side throbbing with pain. The sarpanch, a wise and just man, looked up from his chair as Vikram was laid down on the couch.

" (Vikram, tumne phir se kya kiya?) the sarpanch asked, shaking his head. "What have you done now?"

But despite his stern tone, the sarpanch's eyes twinkled with gratitude. He knew that Vikram had saved the dignity of the village girls, and for that, he was thankful.

(Main jaanta hoon ki tumne jo kiya wah sahi tha) the sarpanch said, his voice softening. "I know what you did was right."but don't involve with yourself with randhwa..

Vikram looked up at the sarpanch, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and relief. "(Maine bas un ladkiyon ki izzat bachayi) he said, his voice weak but determined. "I just saved the dignity of those girls."

The sarpanch nodded, a small smile on his face. " ," (Tumne hamare gaon ki izzat bachayi) he said. "You saved the dignity of our village.i own you vikram...but next time call villagers don't fight alone , you have a wife now , you have responsibility to take care

Nahi sarpanch jii ....I'm in Debt to you ..you did so much for me....im just trying to repay you..but i will make sure that i never leave my wife my responsibility behind. Sarpanch nodded :

Vikram stood up, his side still throbbing with pain. " (Main jauna, sarpanch ji?) he asked, seeking permission to leave.

The sarpanch nodded. " (Haan, jao. Aaram karo) he said. "Yes, go. Rest."

Vikram nodded, grateful for the sarpanch's kindness. He turned to leave, but the sarpanch's wife stopped him.

" (Vikram, tumhare liye khana banana ke liye maine kuch ladkiyon ko bheja hai) she said. "Vikram, I've sent some girls to cook lunch for you."

Vikram's eyes widened in surprise. " (Dhanyavad, chachi ji) he said, thanking her.

As he reached home, he saw some girls busy in the kitchen, cooking and cleaning. Kanak was sitting on the couch, talking one of the girl

Vikram's eyes met Kanak's, and he felt a surge of love and concern for her. He smiled weakly, feeling grateful that she was okay.

The girls in the kitchen looked up and smiled at Vikram. " (kanak didi khana taiyar hai) one of them said. "Vikram bhaiya lunch is ready."

Vikram nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He sat down next to Kanak, and the girls served them lunch.

As they ate, Vikram couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness and generosity of the villagers. They had come together to support him and Kanak, and he felt blessed to be a part of such a wonderful community.

Kanak's eyes were fixed on Vikram, her gaze intense and unreadable. The girls had already told her about Vikram's bravery, about how he had saved the dignity of the village girls by fighting off Randhawa's men.

As Kanak stared at Vikram, her eyes lingered on the wounds on his face and body. Vikram looked up, catching her gaze, but Kanak quickly diverted her eyes, looking away.

Vikram felt a pang of sadness and regret. He knew that Kanak was still angry with him, and he didn't blame her. He had put himself in that situation yhat sge hate her, and he knew that she was never meant for him.but deserve to be treated with love and care..

But as he looked at Kanak, he saw something in her eyes that gave him hope. It was a flicker of concern, of love, and it made Vikram's heart skip a beat.

Kanak looked up, her eyes meeting Vikram's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

After lunch, Vikram got up and went to the medicine cabinet. He took out a packet of painkillers and handed them to Kanak. "Take these," he said softly. "They'll help with the pain."

Kanak took the medicine quietly, her eyes avoiding Vikram's. She swallowed the pills and then turned back to the girls, who were chatting and laughing together.

Vikram watched Kanak for a moment, feeling a sense of relief that she was talking and laughing with the girls again. He then got up and lay down on the other side of the sofa, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh.

The girls continued to chat and laugh, their conversation filling the room with warmth and energy. Vikram listened to their voices, feeling grateful for the kindness and generosity of the villagers.

As he lay there, Vikram couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay between him and Kanak. Maybe she would forgive him and they could move forward together

Vikram lay down om another sofa and fell asleep

As the girls left, Kanak felt her eyelids growing heavy. She lay down opposite to Vikram, who was still sleeping, and soon fell asleep herself.

It was evening when Kanak woke up. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, and looked over at Vikram. He was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Kanak's thoughts turned to the girls who had visited earlier. One of them had mentioned that her brother was a police officer, and that he could help Kanak get back home and have Vikram arrested for kidnapping her.

But Kanak had denied the girl's offer, insisting that she had married Vikram of her own free will. As she looked at Vikram now, she thought what if its Vikram plan to know her escape plan so she decline the girl offer...but the girl allready hear her and Vikram fight that's how she know what if she tell to villagers ..

Kanak's thoughts were interrupted by Vikram's stirring. But he didn't wake up

Kanak's gaze drifted towards the window, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the same pair of red eyes staring back at her. She had seen them earlier, yesterday night, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

"Vikram!" she yelled, her voice trembling with fear.

Vikram jerked awake, his eyes scanning the room frantically. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Kanak pointed towards the window, her hand shaking. "Look!soneone is there " she whispered.

Vikram rushed to the window and looked out, but there was no one there. He opened the window, but the space was empty. He turned back to Kanak, a reassuring smile on his face.

"It's okay, Kanak. There's no one there. You must have imagined it," he said, trying to calm her down.

Kanak looked uncertain, her eyes still fixed on the window. Vikram dismissed her concerns, thinking that she was just stressed and tired.

He prepared dinner and brought it to Kanak, along with her medicine. "Eat something, Kanak. You need to rest," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

Kanak took the food and medicine, her eyes still haunted by the memory of those red eyes. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was watching her, waiting for her .:

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Vikram looked at Kanak with concern, noticing that she was struggling to stand up. "Kanak, let me help you," he said softly. "May I carry you to the bedroom? You need to rest."

Kanak hesitated, looking uncertain. Vikram could sense her fear and vulnerability.

"I promise you, Kanak, I will not touch you wrongly," Vikram assured her, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want to help you. Please trust me."

Kanak looked up at Vikram, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. But all she saw was kindness and concern.

Slowly, she nodded her head, giving Vikram permission to carry her. Vikram gently scooped her up in his arms, being careful not to touch her inappropriately.even though he's himself wounded but still he cared for her ...she was feeling something for him in het heart but her feeling are mixed with confusion..

As he carried her to the bedroom, Kanak felt a sense of relief wash over her. Despite everything that had happened, she felt safe with Vikram.

As soon as Vikram left the room, Kanak's eyes scanned the darkness, searching for any sign of those red eyes. And then, she saw them again, staring back at her with an unblinking gaze.

Kanak's heart racing, she yelled out for Vikram, her voice trembling with fear. "Vikram! Vikram!"

Vikram rushed back into the room, concern etched on his face. "Kanak, what's wrong?" he asked, rushing to her side.

Kanak pointed towards the window, her eyes wide with fear. "Those eyes... they're back," she whispered.

Vikram looked towards the window, but saw nothing. He turned back to Kanak, trying to reassure her. "Kanak, there's no one there. You're just stressed and tired. Try to calm down."

Kanak's eyes welled up with tears as she begged Vikram to believe her. "Trust me, Vikram. I'm not lying. Please..." she cried.

Vikram's expression softened as he looked at Kanak. He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes, and he knew he had to reassure her. "Okay, Kanak. I trust you," he said, his voice gentle.

As Vikram turned to leave the room, Kanak's voice stopped him. "Vikram, please don't go," she begged, her voice trembling.

Vikram turned back to her, concerned. "Kanak, there's only one bed in this room. Where will I sleep?" he asked, trying to reason with her.

Kanak's eyes locked onto Vikram's, and she said softly, "You can sleep on the bed with me."