Tere bin hum jee na sakenge.💔

Author pov.....

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the night began to fall, casting a cool breeze over the landscape. Kanak shivered, feeling the chill of the wind, and Vikram noticed.

He pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. "Here, take this," he said, removing his jacket and handing it to Kanak.

Kanak hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But Vikram's kind gesture touched her heart, but she denied the jacket,

Nhi chahiye hummei .apki jacket..

He sighed....

Pta hai apko nhi chahiye .hum nhi chahte aap bimar hokar aapne ghar jao...

He wrapped it around her shoulders.

The jacket was warm and cozy, and Kanak felt a sense of comfort wash over her. She looked up at Vikram, who was watching her with a gentle smile.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vikram nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome," he said. "I don't want you to get cold."nothing else..

Kanak felt a pang in her heart at Vikram's thoughtful gesture. Despite everything he had done to her, he was still capable of kindness and compassion. And in that moment, Kanak felt a spark of forgiveness ignite within her._.

As they continued on their journey, the sky grew darker and the air grew thick with electricity. Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder boomed through the air, and the sky opened up, unleashing a torrent of rain.

The jeep's engine sputtered and died, plunging them into darkness. Kanak gasped, her heart racing with fear...Vikram try to start jeep so many times ...but failed

Vikram quickly got out of the jeep, pulling Kanak out with him.

"We need to find shelter," he yelled above the sound of the rain. "This storm is getting worse by the minute."

Kanak nodded, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no buildings or trees in sight. The only thing they could see was a small hut in the distance, partially hidden by the rain.

Vikram grabbed Kanak's hand, and they made a dash for the hut. The rain pounded against them, making it hard to see or breathe. But Vikram pulled Kanak along, his grip tight and reassuring.

Finally, they reached the hut, and Vikram pushed open the creaky door. They stumbled inside, shaking the rain off their clothes. The hut was small and dimly lit, but it was dry and warm. Kanak collapsed onto a nearby bench, exhausted and shaken. Vikram sat down beside her, his eyes fixed on her face...

Just as they thought they had found a safe haven, the hut suddenly began to dissolve around them. The walls, made of mud and straw, started to crumble, and water began to pour in.

As the rain continued to pour down, Vikram and Kanak made a dash for the road, desperate to escape the crumbling hut. They walked for a few minutes, the rain stinging their skin and soaking their clothes.

Just when they thought they couldn't go any further, they spotted a small dhaba in the distance. The sign above the door read "kake da Dhaba", and the warm glow of the lights inside beckoned them like a haven.

Vikram led Kanak through the crowded dhaba, the air thick with the smell of spices and cooking oil. They weaved past the rows of charpoys, where travelers and locals alike sat huddled together, sharing stories and enjoying hot cups of chai.

Vikram spotted an empty charpoy in the corner and gently guided Kanak towards it. " Kanak aap yaha baitho mei abhi aata hu, " he said, his eyes scanning the dhaba for the owner.

Kanak nodded, her eyes grateful, and Vikram corrected his jacket to keep her warm. He then made his way through the crowd to the dhaba owner, who was busy serving a steaming hot plate of sarson ka saag and makki di roti to a group of hungry travelers.

"Karamveer ji, kuch kapde mil sakte hai , meri wife ke liye aur ek room bhi chahiye...." Vikram said, his voice firm but polite.

the dhaba owner, looked up at Vikram with a warm smile. "Of course, beta. I'll get you some clothes and show you to a room. You look like you've been through quite an ordeal."_ ... Dhaba owner sent a female worker with vikram..

Kanak chalo....Vikram give his hand to her...

They walk toward the room ...

Vikram give clothes to Kanak...

Vikram stood outside the room, his voice gentle as he spoke to Kanak. "Change into the dry clothes, Kanak. Then we'll eat something. I'll wait for you outside."

Kanak nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."

Vikram smiled softly and handed her the saree. "Take your time. I'll be right here."

With that, he stepped back, giving Kanak the privacy she needed. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Kanak to emerge._.

Kanak emerged from the room, looking elegant in the maroon saree. Vikram's eyes widened in appreciation as he gestured for her to follow him. They walked back to the main area of the dhaba, where karamveer had set up a charpoy for them.

As they sat down, chotu asked, "kya kao ge. bhaiii jii? We have sarson ka saag, makki di roti, and some dal makhani."butter Naan,paneer,aam ka aachar...humara special hai bhaaiiijii

Kanak's eyes scanned the options, and then she looked up at Vikram. "I'll have the dal makhani, please," she said softly.

Vikram nodded and order the food. As they waited for their meal to arrive, Kanak wrapped her arms around herself, looking a bit more relaxed than before.

, Vikram couldn't help but steal glances at Kanak. Her face was glowing in the warm light of the dhaba, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds.

Vikram's gaze lingered on her face, and he felt like he was seeing her for the first time all over again. He was transported back to the moment when he had first laid eyes on her, and he felt the same rush of emotions that he had felt back then.

Kanak, sensing Vikram's gaze on her, looked up and caught his eye. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them charged with tension.

Then, Kanak looked away, her cheeks flushing with color. Vikram's eyes never left her face, and he felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that he was still deeply in love with her._. .....

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