History repeat itself.🦢- राधे राधे.

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Author pov.

As Kanak was led away by the CM's men, the villagers, who had gathered to witness the scene, began to hurl insults and accusations at her. Their faces twisted in anger and disgust, they spat out vicious words, each one a dagger to Kanak's heart.

"Kitni gandi ladki hai!" one woman exclaimed, her voice dripping with venom. "Itna pyar karne wale pati ko jail bhijwa diya!" (What a dirty girl! She sent her loving husband to jail!) The woman's words were like a slap to Kanak's face, leaving her feeling stunned and battered.

Another woman, her eyes blazing with indignation, chimed in, "Khud se karwa Chauth rakha tha ya wo bhi dikhawa tha Kanak?" (Did you really keep the Karwa Chauth fast for him, or was that just a show too, Kanak?) The woman's tone implied that Kanak was a deceitful and manipulative person, who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

A third woman, her voice trembling with rage, added, "Vikram beta kabhi bhi kisi ladki ko chot nahi phuch sakta." (Vikram is a gentle soul, he could never hurt any girl.) The woman's words were a testament to Vikram's good character, and they only served to highlight Kanak's perceived treachery.

As the villagers continued to berate her, Kanak stood silently, her eyes cast down at the ground. She didn't respond, didn't defend herself, as if the weight of their words was crushing her. Her shoulders slumped, her body language screaming of defeat and despair.

The crowd's anger and resentment swirled around her, a toxic storm that threatened to consume her. Kanak felt like she was drowning in a sea of hatred, with no lifeline in sight. She was alone, abandoned by the people she had thought were her friends and neighbors.

As the CM's men led her away, Kanak couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to redeem herself in the eyes of the villagers. Or would she forever be remembered as the woman who had betrayed Vikram, the man who had loved her with all his heart?

As Kanak's father tightly held her hand, pulling her towards the car, Kanak pleaded with him, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Papa, mujhe mera saman lelene dijiye..." (Please, Papa, let me take my things...)

Her father's grip on her hand relaxed, and he growled, "Jaldi aao..." (Come quickly...)

Kanak took advantage of the reprieve and ran back to the house, her feet moving swiftly as she collected a few essential items. Her mind was numb, her body operating on autopilot as she gathered her belongings.

As she returned to the car, Kanak's father glared at her, his eyes flashing with impatience. Kanak slid into the seat beside him, her body language screaming of defeat and resignation.

She sat in silence, her eyes fixed on some point in front of her, her expression blank and frozen. Her body felt numb, as if she had been drained of all emotions, leaving her a hollow shell.

The car door slammed shut, and Kanak's father order driver to started the engine, peeling away from the curb with a screech of tires. Kanak didn't flinch, didn't react, her mind trapped in a prison of pain and despair.

Kanak was taken to home, whereas vikram was taken to police station...

In the police station...

Vikram's eyes were swollen shut, his body battered and bruised, as he hung limply from the iron bars of his jail cell. The police officers, their faces twisted in cruelty, took turns beating him with sticks, their blows raining down on him like a merciless storm.

"CM ki ladki par gandhi nazar kaise dali tune?" one of the officers yelled, his voice dripping with venom. "How dare you cast a dirty glance at the CM's daughter?"

Vikram's lips were split, his lips bleeding badly but he didn't utter a word. He took the beating, his body absorbing the pain, his mind focused on Kanak. He hoped that her father hadn't hurt her, that she was safe.

With each blow, Vikram's thoughts were of Kanak. He remembered the way she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled, the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back. He remembered the way she speak to him timidly..the way she stood by him infront of cm, the way she made him feel like he was the only man in the world.

The beating continued, the officers relentless in their brutality, but Vikram's spirit remained unbroken. He knew that he had done nothing wrong, that he had loved Kanak with all his heart, and that he would do it all over again if given the chance.

As the officers finally tired of their brutality, Vikram slumped to the floor, his body broken, but his spirit intact. He closed his eyes, his mind whispering a silent prayer, hoping that Kanak was safe, and that he would see her again soon.

In the chouhan mansion...

Kanak's eyes blazed with defiance as she stood tall, her voice ringing out in protest. "I'm already married, Papa! I won't engage with someone else!"

Her father's face turned red with rage, his eyes bulging with fury. "You'll do as I say, Kanak!" he bellowed, his hand rising to strike her.

Kanak flinched, but she didn't back down. "I won't, Papa! I married to Vikram, and I won't marry someone else !"

Her father's hand came down, slapping Kanak across the face. She stumbled back, her cheek stinging with pain, but she refused to cry.

"You're a disobedient daughter," her father spat, his voice venomous. "You'll do as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences!"

Kanak's eyes flashed with anger, but she knew she was trapped. Her father had locked her in the house, and she had no way of escaping.

"Three days from now, you'll be engaged to the DGP's son," her father announced, his voice dripping with triumph. "And you'll do it with a smile on your face, or you'll regret it!"

Kanak's heart sank, her spirit crushed by her father's cruelty. She knew she had to find a way to escape, to get back to Vikram, but for now, she was trapped.As the sun set on the small town, Chouhan, Kanak's father, began making preparations for the engagement ceremony. He ordered his staff to decorate the house, send out invitations, and prepare a lavish feast. The sound of laughter and music filled the air, but it was a stark contrast to the sorrow and pain that Kanak and Vikram were enduring.

Kanak, locked in her room, cried uncontrollably, her heart breaking at the thought of being forced to marry someone else. She thought of Vikram, and remember the time they spent together. She felt trapped, helpless, and alone.

Meanwhile, in the jail cell, Vikram lay on the cold floor, his body wracked with pain. He thought of Kanak, and the love they he feel for her ... He wondered if he would ever see her again, if he would ever hold her in his arms again. The thought of losing her forever was unbearable, and he cried out in anguish.

As the night wore on, the contrast between the joy and celebration outside and the sorrow and pain inside grew more pronounced. Kanak and Vikram were two souls, torn apart by circumstance, and longing to be reunited. But for now, they were trapped in their respective prisons, their hearts heavy with grief and despair..