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Don't marry him he hold her hand and put his forehead on her hand , i will never touch you ever , in whole life i will never ask for anything .but please dont marry him pleaseVikram's voice was a heartfelt plea, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid to change Kanak's mind. "Please, Kanak, I'll be a good husband, I promise," he swore, his eyes locked onto hers with a sincerity that was almost palpable. "You don't need to scare of me , I'll change myself, I'll do anything," he vowed, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I'll surrender myself to the police, I'll go to jail, I'll take my punishment," he declared, his words a testament to his desperation. "But please, Kanak, don't marry him," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't be able to see this, I won't be able to live with the knowledge that you're with someone else," he confessed, his eyes welling up with tears.Vikram's voice was a barely audible whisper, his words trembling with anguish as he spoke. He held Kanak's hand in a desperate grip, his forehead pressing against it as if in prayer. Tears streamed down his face, falling onto her hand like rain.

"Don't marry him, Kanak... please," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll never touch you again, I swear. I'll never ask for anything from you. Just... please don't marry him." He repeated the words like a mantra, his body shaking with convulsive sobs.

Vikram's eyes were closed, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and despair. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort of containing his emotions. He seemed to be imploring Kanak, his words and actions a desperate plea for her to reconsider her decision.

As he spoke, Vikram's grip on Kanak's hand tightened, as if he feared that if he let go, she would slip away from him forever. His forehead remained pressed against her hand, his tears soaking into her skin like a penance. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of Vikram's emotions.Vikram's voice cracked as he stuttered out a plea for forgiveness, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid for absolution. "Kanak, forgive me... please, forgive me," he begged, his head still pressed against her feet. "If you can't, then..." He paused, his hand shaking as he pulled out his gun. "Take this, shoot me," he whispered, his eyes closed in anguish. "Tumhare bina jeene se accha hai, main mar jaon, Kanak," he declared, his voice barely audible. "I'd rather die than live with the pain of seeing you with someone else.

"Vikram's eyes welled up with tears as he slid down to his knees, his hands reaching out to touch Kanak's feet. He gently placed his head on her feet, his forehead pressing against the soft skin. His body shook with silent sobs, his shoulders trembling with remorse. In a gesture of ultimate surrender and apology, Vikram lay there, his head on Kanak's feet, pleading for forgiveness.Kanak's voice was barely audible, her words choked with sobs as she begged Vikram to leave. "Please, Vikram... go," she whispered, her body shaking with convulsive cries. "I don't want to see you now... after what you did to me," she managed to get out, her voice cracking with pain.

Her eyes, red and puffy from crying, pleaded with Vikram to leave her alone, to give her space to process the trauma he had inflicted upon her. Her face was a picture of anguish, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak. "Just go, Vikram... please," she repeated, her voice fading away into tears.