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As the weather suddenly changed from sunny to dark and windy, Kanak quickly got up to retrieve the clothes from the backyard. She rushed outside, her hair blowing in the wind, and her eyes scanning the clothesline.

But as she approached the clothesline, Kanak's eyes widened in shock

. The strong gusts of wind had blown away some of the clothes, and they were now scattered all over the yard. But that wasn't what had left Kanak stunned.

Kanak hastily gathered the clothes from the backyard as the dark clouds unleashed a torrent of rain. She rushed back inside, shaking the raindrops off her clothes. But as she entered the house, her eyes widened in shock.

Seated on the sofa was her father, Mr. Choudhary, his face stern and unyielding.

But what caught Kanak's attention was the presence of several police officers standing inside the house, their eyes fixed on her.

Kanak's mind reeled as she tried to process the scene before her.

"Kanak, " her father said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of anger ss. "

Kanak's heart sank as she sensed that something was going to be terriblly wrong.

"Papa?" Kanak asked, her voice trembling slightly.

But before her father could respond, one of the police officers stepped forward. "Where is Vikram,, you are safe miss Kanak choudhary...we are here to rescue you.

Kanak's eyes widened in shock as she stared at her father, her mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. She took a step forward, her arms instinctively reaching out to hug him, but her father's expression made her hesitate.

"Papa..." she whispered, a tear escaping from her eye.

But instead of comfort, Kanak felt a stinging slap on her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes welling up with tears as her father's angry words cut through her like a knife.

"Making me worried for whole three months that you got kidnapped, and here you are, fucking married to that bastard gangster vikram " Mr. Choudhary's voice thundered, his face red with rage.

Kanak felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. All she could do was stand there, tears streaming down her face, as her father's words ripped her apart.

Because of you .I didn't focus on my elections...as he give her an another slap on her cheek....

She fall on the floor..she was not able to digest that het father slapped her...

Choudhary held her s wrist in tight grip ...

First I deal with you then that the bastard Vikram....

Kanak tried to pull her hand free from her father's grasp, but he held tight. "Papa, pleases listen to me , Vikram changed himself " she pleaded, trying to reason with him.

But Mr. Choudhary's anger knew no bounds. He slapped Kanak again, his eyes blazing with fury. "You bitch," he spat, his voice venomous.

Kanak's eyes widened in shock as her father grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She couldn't believe that this was her father, the man who was supposed to love and protect her.

Just as it seemed like things couldn't get any worse...

, Vikram burst onto the scene, his face twisted in anger. "Leave her, Mr. Choudhary," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Vikram's eyes blazed with fury as he took in the scene before him. Kanak's tears, her father's cruelty...it was all too much to bear. He felt a burning anger rising up inside him, and he knew he had to protect Kanak from this monster.

With a fierce determination, Vikram stepped forward, his eyes locked on Mr. Choudhary. "You're hurting her,, leave her or .." he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "

What this bitch ,,did to you...that you're protecting her. Choudhary snarled..

Choudhary you already , dig your grave by slapping her,don't make your death more tortures with your words ...Vikram blazed in anger.. ..

Mr. Choudhary's face twisted in a sneer as he looked at Vikram. "Look at you," he spat. "You're so concerned about her because she's fulfilled your desires. That's the only reason you're feeling so protective of her."

Vikram's anger boiled over at the disgusting insinuation. He took a step forward, his fists clenched, and his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't speak rubbish about Kanak," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Otherwise, I'll beat you to pulp."

The air was electric with tension as Vikram's words hung in the air. Mr. Choudhary's face paled, but he didn't back down. Instead, he sneered at Vikram, his eyes flashing with contempt.

Kanak, meanwhile, stood frozen in shock, her eyes wide with fear. She had never seen Vikram so angry before, and she didn't know what he was capable of. But as she looked at her father, she knew that she couldn't let him get away with his cruel words._.

As Vikram moved forward to help Kanak, the police officers sprang into action, grabbing him from behind. Vikram struggled to break free, but there were too many of them. More than 30 police officers pinned him down, their batons raised high.

Kanak's eyes widened in horror as she watched Vikram being brutally beaten by the police. She screamed and screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of batons cracking against Vikram's body.

Vikram's face was a bloody mess, his eyes swelling shut from the blows. He tried to defend himself, but he was vastly outnumbered. The police officers showed no mercy, their blows raining down on Vikram like a relentless storm.

Kanak's father, Mr. Choudhary, stood by, a smug look on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As the beating continued, Kanak felt her world crumbling around her. She was helpless to stop the brutality, unable to do anything but watch in horror as Vikram was mercilessly beaten by the police.

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Please stop them father...they will kill him .please stop them.....kanak plead....

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