Vikram's voice was low and urgent as he spoke to Raghav on phone. "Kisiko bhi pta nhi chalna chahiye Raghav ki Kanak kaha hai." (No one should know where Kanak is.)

Raghav replied, his expression serious. "Yes, boss."..

Vikram stomach start making sound.he was feeling so hungry..but Kanak didn't ear so he will not eat too

Chal Vikram thoda kaam kr lete haii, He walked toward back yard ..

As the evening approached, Vikram was working in the backyard, planting flowers and fruits in the mud. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape.

Kanak woke up from her rest and walked out into the backyard, her eyes scanning the area until they landed on Vikram. He was covered in mud, his hands dirty as he worked the soil.

"Taiyaar ho jao, humme mandir jana hai," Kanak said, her voice gentle but ordering. (Get ready, we have to go to the temple.)

Vikram looked up and shocked to see her behaving different .he compose himself and try to make her comfortableas much as possible.....

, his eyes meeting Kanak's. "Thik hai...aap taiyar ho jaye, Kanak. Fir hum chalte hai." (Okay...you get ready, Kanak. Then we'll leave.)

Kanak nodded and walked away, disappearing into the room to get ready. Vikram watched her go, a sense of calm washing over him. He finished his work in the backyard, his mind focused on the evening ahead._.

Kanak was busy tying her saree, her hands moving deftly as she adjusted the folds. Suddenly, Vikram burst into the room, his eyes fixed on something else.

Kanak's hands froze, and she clutched the saree to her chest, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Darwaja knock bhi kar sakte the!" she yelled, her voice laced with annoyance. (You could have knocked on the door!)

Vikram's eyes snapped to Kanak's face, and he froze, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "Sorry," he muttered, his eyes darting away from Kanak's partially clad form.

He quickly turned his back to her, his eyes fixed on the dresser as he rummaged through a drawer. He pulled out a small box and left the room, his face still burning with embarrassment.

As the door closed behind Vikram, Kanak let out a sigh of relief. She finished tying her saree, her hands shaking slightly as she adjusted the folds. She took a deep breath, composing herself before walking out of the room to join Vikram..

Vikram sat on the sofa outside, waiting for Kanak. When she emerged, he was taken aback by her beauty. She was clad in a stunning red saree, the color accentuating her porcelain skin and dark hair.

Vikram's eyes were glued to Kanak as she walked towards him. He couldn't help but stare, his mind racing with thoughts of how beautiful she looked. Kanak's eyes met Vikram's, and she smiled slightly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Chale," Kanak spoke, breaking the silence.

Vikram snapped out of his trance, taking out the jeep and getting out to open the door for Kanak. As she stepped inside, he carefully adjusted her pallu, making sure it didn't get stuck in the door.

His hands brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through his body. Vikram's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Kanak, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

As they drove off into the evening, Vikram couldn't help but steal glances at Kanak, her beauty captivating him. The red saree seemed to glow in the fading light, and Vikram felt his heart fill with a sense of pride and possession._.

As they reached the market, Kanak spoke up, "Humme kuch saman lena hai." (We need to buy some things.)

Vikram stopped the jeep and got down, following Kanak to every stall as she picked out the items she needed. He handed over the cash, watching as she expertly haggled with the vendors.

After they finished shopping, Kanak said, "Chale, humne le liya sara saman." (Let's go, we've bought everything.)

As they reached the temple, Kanak mentioned that she needed to buy some flowers and prasad. Vikram took her to a stall and bought a beautiful pooja thali for her.

As they began to climb the stairs, Kanak suddenly felt dizzy. Before she could lose her balance, Vikram's quick reflexes kicked in, and he caught her, holding her steady.

"Kanak, aap thik ho?" Vikram asked, his voice laced with concern. (Kanak, are you okay?)

Kanak's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Vikram, her face pale. Vikram's grip on her tightened, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of distress.

"I'm fine," Kanak whispered, trying to reassure him.

But Vikram's concern didn't waver. He held her close, his heart racing with worry. "What happened?" he asked, his voice soft.

Kanak took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I don't know...I just felt dizzy all of a sudden."

Vikram's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that Kanak had been fasting all day, and the heat and exertion might have taken a toll on her. He made a mental note to get her to eat something as soon as possible.

As Kanak reached the temple, she was surrounded by a sea of women, all gathered to pray for Karwachauth. The air was filled with the soft murmur of prayers and the sweet scent of incense.

The women began to pray to Ganeshji, seeking blessings for their husbands and praying for their long life. Kanak joined in, her hands clasped together as she prayed for Vikram's well-being.

As the only man present, Vikram stood out, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and awkwardness. But as he looked at Kanak, his expression softened, and he smiled slightly.

Some of the women couldn't help but notice the way Vikram looked at Kanak, his eyes filled with love and adoration. They felt a pang of jealousy, wondering why they couldn't have a husband like Vikram, who cared for his wife so deeply.

As the prayers continued, the women began to glance at Kanak, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and envy. They whispered to each other, pointing out the way Vikram had caught Kanak when she felt dizzy, and how he had bought her a beautiful pooja thali.

Kanak, oblivious to the attention, continued to pray, her heart filled with love and gratitude for her new life..

As the prayers came to an end, the women's eyes turned to the sky, waiting for the moon to rise. Finally, the silver crescent appeared, casting a gentle glow over the gathering.

The women rejoiced, their faces filled with happiness and relief. They had waited all day for this moment, and now it was finally here.

Kanak, too, smiled, her eyes shining with excitement. She filled a small bowl with water and stepped forward, joining the other women in their ritual.

Together, they offered water to the moon, praying for their husbands' long life and happiness. The air was filled with the soft chanting of prayers and the gentle splashing of water as the women performed the ritual.

As they finished, the women turned to each other, smiling and embracing. They had completed their fast, and now it was time to break it.

Kanak, too, turned to Vikram, her eyes sparkling with happiness. He smiled back, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

With Vikram by her side, Kanak broke her fast, drinking the water and eating the sweets he had brought for her.

After breaking their fast, Sarpanch's wife invited Kanak and Vikram to join them for dinner. They happily accepted and visit her home

All sat down to a delicious meal together.

The night was filled with warm conversation and laughter as they shared stories and jokes. Kanak and Vikram were treated like family, and they felt grateful for the love and hospitality they received.

As the night wore on, Kanak mentioned that she wanted to go home. Vikram nodded, getting up from his seat to escort her.

As they walked out of Sarpanch's house, Vikram turned to Kanak and said, "I have some work to attend to. I'll drop you home and then head out."

Kanak nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Vikram walked her home, the night air filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

As they reached Kanak's doorstep, Vikram turned to her and smiled. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said, his voice low and gentle.

Kanak smiled back, her heart filled with love and gratitude. "Okay," she whispered, her eyes locked on Vikram's.

With a gentle nod, Vikram turned and walked away, leaving Kanak to enter her home alone. Little did she know, Vikram's "work" was actually a mission to ensure her safety and protect her from the looming threats.