AUTHOR POV.

Vikram woke up early to make breakfast for Kanak, but his plans were foiled when he discovered that the gas had run out. He stood in the kitchen, wondering what to do next. But then, a brilliant idea struck him. He would go out and get some jalebi, samosa, and chai - a perfect breakfast alternative.

Vikram quickly got dressed and headed out to the nearby market. He returned with a big smile on his face, carrying a bag filled with the delicious breakfast treats. Kanak woke up to the enticing aroma of jalebi and samosa, and her eyes widened with delight when she saw the breakfast spread. "Wow, Vikram! You're the best!" she exclaimed, giving him a warm hug.

Kanak's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an eerie silence. She sat up with a start, looking around the empty room. Vikram was nowhere to be seen. A wave of panic washed over her as she threw off the covers and rushed to the living room. But he was not there either.

She frantically searched every nook and cranny of the house, but there was no sign of Vikram. Her mind racing, she thought back to the previous day's events. Had Vikram left her? Was he tired of dealing with the villagers' accusations of her supposedly cheating him?

Kanak's heart sank as she thought about the possibility of Vikram abandoning her. She had finally started to feel at peace with him, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.

Just as she was starting to lose hope, she heard the sound of the door opening. Vikram walked in, carrying a bag of groceries and a warm smile. "Good morning, Kanak! I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. I went out to get some breakfast and groceries."

Kanak's relief was palpable as she rushed to hug Vikram tightly. "I was so scared," she whispered. "I thought you had left me."

Vikram held her close, stroking her hair. "I would never leave you, Kanak. You're my everything. And as for the villagers' accusations, don't worry about them. I know the truth, and that's all that matters."

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Vikram's expression turned determined. "Don't worry, Kanak. I'll do everything in my power to protect you. I'll talk to the villagers, explain the situation to them, and make sure they understand that you're innocent. And if they still refuse to listen, I'll take care of you, no matter what. You're safe with me."

They quietly did their breakfast. Vikram decide not to go work and stay at home for few days .

Kanak start cleaning the home as she was getting bored and felling sad....

Vikram move toward backward to clean it .he remove the dry leaves and broom the whole backyard then dig some mud to plant some flowers plant after completing the work he was drenched in mud..he need to do some leftwork but he had mud in his hand so he decide to ask the water from kanak

As Vikram finished his work in the backyard, he walked towards the kitchen, his hands covered in mud and dirt. "Kanak, can you please get me some water to clean my hands?" he asked, holding out his dirty palms.

Kanak smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing a bowl of water and a towel. She gently took Vikram's hands in hers and began to clean them, carefully washing away the dirt and grime. Vikram closed his eyes, enjoying the cool water and Kanak's gentle touch.

Just as Kanak was finishing up, Vikram's foot slipped on the wet floor, and he lost his balance. Kanak tried to grab hold of him, but it was too late. They both fell to the ground, Vikram's body covering Kanak's to protect her from the impact.

As they fell, Vikram instinctively placed his hand on Kanak's head, cradling it to prevent her from hitting the floor. Kanak's eyes widened in surprise, but she felt a sense of safety and security with Vikram's body covering hers.

For a moment, they just lay there, Vikram's hand still cradling Kanak's head. Then, slowly, Vikram sat up, helping Kanak to her feet. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of injury.

Kanak nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." She smiled up at Vikram, her eyes shining with gratitude.

As he began to sweep and rake the leaves, Kanak watched him from the kitchen window, a sly smile spreading across her face. Vikram's shirt was off, revealing his chiseled physique, and Kanak couldn't help but admire his hot and toned body.

His six-pack abs glistened with sweat as he worked, and Kanak's eyes were drawn to the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. She felt a flutter in her chest as she watched him, feeling grateful to have such a handsome and hardworking partner.

Vikram, oblivious to Kanak's admiring gaze, continued to work tirelessly, his focus solely on getting the backyard clean and tidy. As he worked, Kanak found herself feeling more and more attracted to him, her heart skipping a beat every time he flexed his muscles or ran his hand through his hair.

Despite the distance between them, Kanak could feel the heat emanating from Vikram's body, and she found herself wishing she could be closer to him, to feel his warmth and his touch. As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, Vikram looked up and caught her eye, flashing her a bright smile that left her feeling breathless and wanting more.As they both stood there, covered in mud and dirt, Vikram insisted that Kanak wash up first. "You go ahead and clean up, your clothes are a mess," he said, diverting his eyes to give her some privacy.

Kanak nodded, correcting her disheveled pallu and hurrying off to the washroom. Vikram waited patiently, still standing in the muddy clothes.

But as he entered the room, he was shocked to see Kanak standing in front of the closet, wearing only a towel. She was frantically searching for something, her face red with anger. Clothes were scattered all over the floor as she threw them out of the closet.

Vikram's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene. "Kanak, what are you doing?" he asked, shock evident in his voice.

Kanak spun around, realizing that Vikram was standing there. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she yelled, "Leave from here, Vikram! This doesn't concern you!"

As she spoke, she tightly clutched her towel, her hands shaking with rage. Vikram, taken aback by her outburst, hesitated for a moment before slowly backing away. "Okay, I'll leave," he said calmly, trying to defuse the situation. "But please, Kanak, tell me what's wrong. Why are you so upset?"Vikram slowly turned around and walked away, giving Kanak the space she seemed to need. "I'll wait outside," he said softly, before closing the door behind him.Vikram knocked on the door again, this time more softly. "Kanak, I know you're upset, but please talk to me. What's going on?" He waited for a response, but there was only silence.

After an hour he knock but not responses..

Kanak im coming inside he spoke to know her presence..., he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open slowly and saw Kanak standing in front of the dresser, wearing a suit salwar. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was twisted in pain.

Vikram's heart sank as he saw Kanak clutching her stomach. He could tell that she was in distress, and his instincts told him that something was seriously wrong. He took a step forward, his voice soft with concern. "Kanak, what's wrong? What's happening?"Vikram's face fell as he heard Kanak's words. He felt a pang of hurt and confusion. "Kanak, what's going on?

But Kanak just shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger. "Just go, Vikram. And send one of the village girls to help me.

Vikram's face felt hot with emotion as he turned to leave. He couldn't understand why Kanak was pushing him away like this. He felt like he was losing her, and it was tearing him apart. .

He gently reached out and took her hand, holding it firmly but gently.

"Kanak, please tell me what's wrong," he asked, his voice calm and soothing. "You're scaring me. What's going on?"

At first, Kanak resisted, trying to pull her hand away. But Vikram held firm, his grip gentle but insistent.

Finally, after a few moments of struggle, Kanak's resistance weakened. She looked up at Vikram, her eyes flashing with embarrassment and frustration.

"I...I have my period," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vikram's face lit up with understanding, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh, Kanak, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me?"Vikram walked to the sarpanch's house, looking for his wife, who was known for her wisdom and kindness. He found her in the kitchen, preparing lunch for her family.

"Vikram, beta, what brings you here?" she asked, looking up from her cooking.

Vikram explained the situation to her, telling her about Kanak's behavior and how he had no idea what was wrong. The sarpanch's wife listened attentively, a knowing look on her face.

"Vikram, you didn't know that Kanak was on her period?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Vikram shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "No, I had no idea. What does it mean? How can I help her?"

The sarpanch's wife smiled and patted Vikram's hand. "Don't worry, beta. I'll prepare a bag for Kanak with some essentials. You take it to her and make sure she's comfortable."

She quickly prepared a bag with some sanitary pads, a change of clothes, and some pain relievers. "Here, take this to Kanak. And Vikram?"

"Yes?"

"Be patient and understanding. This is a natural part of life for women. Just be there for her and make sure she's comfortable."

Vikram nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the sarpanch's wife. He took the bag and headed back to his house, eager to help Kanak and make her feel better.Vikram returned to the house, bag in hand, and gently knocked on the door. Kanak opened it, looking a bit more composed than before, but still clearly uncomfortable.

Vikram handed her the bag, his eyes filled with concern. "The sarpanch's wife sent this for you. She said it's got everything you need to feel better."

Kanak took the bag, her eyes welling up with tears. "Thank you, Vikram," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Vikram smiled softly and reached out to gently stroke her hair. "You're welcome, Kanak. I just want to take care of you. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Kanak shook her head, feeling a wave of gratitude towards Vikram. "No, this is enough. Thank you for understanding."

Vikram nodded and handed her a glass of water. "Here, drink this. And then maybe you should rest for a bit? You look exhausted."

Kanak nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She took the glass of water and headed to the bedroom, Vikram following close behind.Vikram nodded and headed to the kitchen to prepare some food for Kanak. He knew that she was still in pain and upset, and he wanted to do something to make her feel better.

He quickly made some warm, comforting food - a bowl of steaming hot dal and some soft, fluffy rice. He also made some ginger tea, knowing that it would help to soothe her cramps.

As he carried the tray to the bedroom, he could hear Kanak's soft sobs. He felt a pang of sadness and concern, wanting to do something to ease her pain.

He gently pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "Kanak, I brought you some food," he said softly, trying not to startle her.

Kanak looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She was still in pain, and her anger and frustration were evident on her face. But as she looked at Vikram, she saw the concern and care in his eyes, and her expression softened slightly.Vikram sat down beside Kanak, gently stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep. He watched over her, his eyes filled with concern and care, making sure she was comfortable and safe.

As he sat there, he couldn't help but think about how much Kanak meant to him. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him a little. But at the same time, it felt right.

Vikram's eyes never left Kanak's face as she slept. He was mesmerized by her peaceful expression, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the room, Vikram gently leaned forward and kissed Kanak's forehead. "I'm here for you, Kanak," he whispered softly. "Always."