Since forever is not forever. Let's just vibe till whenever🌿💗

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Vikram decide to be a caring and understanding husband, but during Kanak's periods, he took his care to a whole new level. As soon as Kanak would wake up with cramps and discomfort, Vikram would be by her side, ready to do whatever it took to make her feel better.

One particular morning, Kanak woke up feeling especially miserable. Her cramps were severe, and she was feeling dizzy and nauseous. Vikram immediately sprang into action, fetching her a hot water bottle and a packet of pain relievers.

"Here, take these," he said gently, handing her the pills and a glass of water. "And try to relax, I'll take care of everything else."

Kanak smiled weakly, feeling grateful for hia care.As she lay back in bed, Vikram began to prepare a soothing breakfast for her - toast, and a steaming cup of tea.

Throughout the day, Vikram continued to cater to Kanak's every need. He ran errands for her, picked up her favorite snacks, jalebi and samose and even gave her a gentle massage in her sleep to help ease her cramps.without knowing her .

As the evening drew to a close, Kanak felt a deep sense of appreciation for her forced husband. She realized that Vikram's care and concern weren't just limited to her periods, but were a constant presence in their relationship.

"Thank you, Vikram," Kanak whisper .but he didn't listen.

Kanak watched in silence as Vikram moved around the kitchen, expertly chopping vegetables and stirring the pot. She couldn't believe that this was the same man who had kidnapped her all those months ago.

As she observed him, Kanak noticed the way Vikram's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled to himself, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. She saw the way he moved with a quiet confidence, the way he seemed to take pleasure in the simple act of cooking.

As the day went on, Kanak continued to watch Vikram, mesmerized by his kindness and generosity. She saw the way he carefully washed her clothes, making sure to separate the delicates from the rest. She saw the way he cleaned the house, making sure every surface was spotless.

Despite herself, Kanak felt a pang of gratitude towards Vikram. She knew she shouldn't feel this way - after all, he had kidnapped her, taken her away from her family and friends. But as she watched him move around the house, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the complexity of this man.

As the sun began to set, Vikram came over to Kanak, a tray of steaming hot food in his hands. "Here, eat something," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

Kanak took the tray from him, feeling a sense of trepidation. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way - she should be angry, resentful. But as she looked into Vikram's eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. Something that made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to this man than she had initially thought.

Finally kanak was over with her periods.....

Vikram was sleeping. So she decideto cook breakfast.. as she walk outside the gate..

There is newspaper in the front gate. She pick it up .....

First time she saw newspaper here..

Kanak's eyes scanned the newspaper, her heart racing as she searched for any mention of her name. And then, she saw it - a headline that made her blood run cold.

"Chief Minister's Daughter Kidnapped: Missing Report Filed"

Kanak's eyes welled up with tears as she read the article, her mind reeling with memories of her life before the kidnapping. She remembered her father's smiling face, her mother's warm hugs, and her friends' laughter.

As she read on, Kanak's tears began to fall, streaming down her face as she realized the full extent of her father's desperation. The article mentioned the massive search operation launched by the police, the appeals made by her father to the kidnappers, and the reward offered for any information leading to her safe return.

Kanak felt a pang of guilt and regret, knowing that her family must be going through hell. She thought about her father, the Chief Minister, and how his reputation must be at stake. She thought about her mother, who must be worried sick about her.

As the tears continued to flow, Kanak felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She was trapped, with no way to escape, and no way to let her family know that she was still alive.

Vikram's voice cut through her tears, gentle and soft. "Kanak, what's wrong?"

Kanak looked up, her eyes red and puffy. She held out the newspaper, her hand shaking. "This...this is my family's appeal to find me."

Vikram's expression changed, his eyes filling with a deep sadness. He took the newspaper from Kanak's hand, his fingers brushing against hers. "I'm sorry, Kanak," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry."_.

He try to hug her and console her but she pushed him and locked herself in room.

Vikram stood outside Kanak's room, his hand on the doorknob as he tried to turn it. But it wouldn't budge. Kanak had locked herself in, and Vikram was left standing alone in the hallway.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He had never seen Kanak like this before, so withdrawn and hurt. He knew he had to give her space, but it was hard for him to stay away.

Vikram sat down on the floor, his back against the door. He closed his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts of Kanak and how he could make things right between them.

As he sat there, Vikram felt a lump form in his throat. He tried to swallow it down, but it only seemed to grow bigger. He felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

Vikram didn't try to wipe them away. He just let them fall, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had been holding everything inside for so long, trying to be strong for Kanak. But now, he just felt tired and helpless.

As the tears continued to fall, Vikram whispered a silent prayer, hoping that Kanak would forgive him and that they could find a way to move forward together._

Vikram's tears eventually subsided, and exhaustion took over. He leaned his head against the door, and before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

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Vikram found himself standing in a serene garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the soothing sound of a gentle stream. Kanak stood before him, her eyes filled with a deep sadness.

"Vikram," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I know you love me, but I...I just can't love you back. Not after everything that's happened."

Vikram's heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. He had expected this, but hearing the words from Kanak's lips still hurt.

"But," Kanak continued, her voice filled with a sense of resolve. "I can forgive you, Vikram. I can forgive you for taking me away from my family, for keeping me captive. I can forgive you, because I see the good in you, and I know you're capable of change."

Vikram's eyes welled up with tears in his dream. He felt a sense of hope, of redemption. Maybe, just maybe, he could make things right with Kanak.

But as he reached out to take Kanak's hand, the scene began to fade away. Vikram's eyes snapped open, and he found himself back in the hallway, his head still leaning against the door.

He sat up with a start, his heart racing. It was just a dream, he told himself. But the words Kanak had spoken in his dream lingered in his mind, giving him a glimmer of hope.