Is qadar... Aapse humko mohabbat hui hai...

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Vikram slowly got up from the floor, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He made his way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at such an early hour.

As he opened the door, he was greeted by a group of village girls, their faces filled with excitement and curiosity. "Namaste, Vikram bhaiya," they chimed in unison, their eyes scanning the room behind him.

One of the girls, a little bolder than the others, stepped forward. "We've come to meet Kanak bhabhi," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Sarpanch kaki ne bheja hai .humme..kya hum bhabhi se mil sakte hai..

Vikram gestured towards Kanak's room, still trying to shake off the remnants of his dream. "She's...ah...resting," he said, trying to think of a polite way to explain Kanak's current state. "But you can try knocking.

Shayad wo tumse bat karle he whisper...

The girls nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up with excitement. They made their way to Kanak's room, knocking softly on the door.

But Kanak didn't respond. The girls knocked again, this time a little louder. Still, there was no answer.

Vikram watched anxiously, wondering what Kanak would do. Would she open the gate or not.. He knew Kanak was still hurting, and he didn't want anything to upset her further.

The girls knocked again, their voices growing a little more insistent. Vikram held his breath, waiting to see Kanak Allright.

Kanak finally opened the door, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The girls poured into the room, their chatter and laughter filling the space. But as soon as they were all inside, Kanak locked the door behind them, shutting Vikram out once again.

Vikram sighed, feeling a pang of frustration. He knew Kanak needed time and space, but it was hard for him to stay away. He decided to focus on something else, and headed to the kitchen to make tea for everyone.

As he waited for the tea to brew, Vikram's mind began to wander. He thought about Kanak, and how much she had been through. He thought about his own actions, and how they had hurt her. And he thought about what he could do to make things right.

As the tea leaves steeped, Vikram made a decision. He would send Kanak back to her home, back to her family and friends. It was the right thing to do, no matter how hard it would be for him to let her go.

Vikram poured the tea into cups, his hands shaking slightly as he thought about what lay ahead. He would talk to Kanak, explain his decision to her. And then, he would take her home.

The thought of being separated from Kanak was like a knife to Vikram's heart. But he knew it was the only way to make things right. He would have to let her go, no matter how much it hurt._

Vikram carefully carried the tray of steaming hot tea to Kanak's room. He knocked softly on the door, hoping that Kanak would answer.

But it wasn't Kanak who opened the door. Instead, it was one of the village girls, who smiled brightly at Vikram before taking the tray of tea from him.

"Thank you, Vikram bhaiya," she said, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Vikram smiled back at her, feeling a sense of relief that the girls were taking care of Kanak. "You're welcome," he said. "Tell Kanak...that I want to talk about something..

The girl nodded, her smile faltering for a moment before she recovered. "I'll tell her, Vikram bhaiya," she said.

And with that, she closed the door, leaving Vikram standing alone in the hallway once again. Vikram sighed, feeling a sense of frustration wash over him. He wanted to talk to Kanak, to tell her about his decision to send her back home. But it seemed like he would have to wait a little longer._.

Inside the room, the village girls were buzzing with excitement as they told Kanak the reason for their visit. "Kanak bhabhi, we've been sent by the sarpanch's chachi," one of the girls explained. "Tomorrow is Karva Chauth, and you need to fast for Vikram bhaiya."

Kanak's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt a flutter in her chest. Bhabhi aap blush kar rahe ho.one of the girl tease Kanak..... .. Bhabhi aaj raat ko hum aayenge aapko mehndi Lagayege.girl chirped .

Gudiya humme mehndi nhi pasand ..kanak try to decline she don't want to keep any fast foe her tormentor..

But the girls were insistent, and they told Kanak that they would be coming back that night to apply mehndi on her hands. "And tomorrow night, when the moon rises, you'll open your fast after praying to the moon," one of the girls explained.

Kanak felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. she certainly hadn't planned on doing it now, given the complicated nature of their relationship.

But as she looked at the girls, she saw the excitement and anticipation in their eyes. And she knew that she couldn't disappoint them. So she nodded, agreeing to observe the fast and participate in the traditional celebrations.

As the girls left, Kanak felt a sense of resignation wash over her. She knew that she had a long day ahead of her,

Kanak's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she thought about the fast. A part of her was adamant that she shouldn't keep a fast for Vikram, not after everything he had done to her. He had kidnapped her, tried to force himself on her, and torn her away from her family and friends.

But another part of her couldn't deny the fact that Vikram had also shown her kindness and compassion. He had saved her from the goons who had attacked her, and he had never tried to touch her again after that. He had even stood up for her when the villagers had blamed her for cheating on him with Neeraj.

And then there were the little things, like the way he had cared for her during her periods, bringing her hot water bottles and cooking her favorite foods. These small acts of kindness had touched Kanak's heart, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Vikram.

As she weighed her emotions, Kanak realized that she was torn. A part of her wanted to keep the fast, to show Vikram that she appreciated his kindness and compassion. But another part of her was adamant that she shouldn't, that she shouldn't reward Vikram for his past behavior.



As the girls bid Kanak farewell and left the room, Vikram entered, a look of concern etched on his face. But before he could even open his mouth, Kanak erupted in a frenzy of emotions.

"Get out!" she yelled, her voice shaking with rage. "Just leave me alone, Vikram. You've ruined my life, and now you think you can just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you?"

Vikram took a step back, his eyes widening in shock as Kanak's words poured out like a flood.

"You kidnapped me, Vikram," she spat, her voice venomous. "You took me away from my family, my friends, my life. And then you had the audacity to slap me, to try and force yourself on me. Again and again and again."

Kanak's words hung in the air like a challenge, and Vikram felt his face burn with shame. He knew he had hurt Kanak, deeply and irreparably. And now, he was faced with the consequences of his actions.

"I'm sorry, Kanak," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so, so sorry for what I did to you."

But Kanak just laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Sorry?" she repeated, her eyes flashing with anger. "Sorry isn't enough, Vikram. Sorry will never be enough for what you did.

Vikram's anger boiled over, and he smashed the vase on the floor, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room. Kanak's eyes widened in fear as she tried to run away, but Vikram was too quick. He locked the door and grabbed her hand, holding her in place on the bed.

"Leave me, Vikram, please," Kanak begged, her voice shaking with fear. "Please don't hurt me."

Vikram's face contorted in anguish as he pleaded with Kanak. "Please listen to me, Kanak. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry for everything I've done. I'll take you back to your home, and you can complain to the police. I'll surrender, I promise."

Kanak's body shook with sobs as she looked up at Vikram. For the first time, she saw the depth of his regret and sorrow. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, and her fear began to dissipate.

Slowly, Kanak leaned forward, her head resting on Vikram's chest. Vikram's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she cried. For a long time, they sat there, the only sound Kanak's quiet sobs and Vikram's gentle whispers of apology._. .

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Vikram left the room, giving Kanak the space she needed. An hour passed, and then he returned, his eyes locked on Kanak's figure sitting by the window.

"Get up, Kanak," he said softly, his voice gentle. "We're leaving in half an hour. We'll go to the city, to your home."

Kanak's head jerked up, her eyes wide with surprise. She hadn't expected Vikram to take her back to her home, not after everything that had happened.

But as she looked into Vikram's eyes, she saw the sincerity there, the determination to make things right. She nodded slowly, a sense of hope rising up within her.

"Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vikram nodded, a small smile on his face. "I'll wait for you outside," he said. "Take your time, Kanak. We'll leave when you're ready."

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Kanak to gather her thoughts and prepare for the journey ahead._.

Kanak packed a small bag, carefully gathering the gifts she had received from the villagers. She took one last look around the room, her eyes lingering on the memories she had made there. Then, with a deep breath, she stepped outside.

Vikram was waiting for her, his eyes fixed on her face. He opened the jeep gate, and Kanak climbed in, settling into the seat. Vikram closed the gate and got into the driver's seat, starting the engine.

As they drove away from the village, Vikram felt a pang in his heart. He was in love with Kanak, and the thought of being separated from her was unbearable. He realized that he would die if she left him, his heart aching at the very thought.

But for Kanak's sake, Vikram steeled himself to bear the pain. He knew that he had hurt her deeply, and that she deserved to be free of him. So he drove on, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his heart heavy with sorrow.

As they reached the national highway, Vikram glanced over at Kanak, who was sitting silently, her eyes fixed on the scenery passing by. He felt a surge of love for her, and his heart ached even more. He knew that he would never forget her, and that he would always love her, no matter what.....

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