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Vikram's eyes slowly lost focus as he stared blankly into his drink. The pain and despair he'd been trying to drown all evening finally caught up with him, and he felt himself slipping away. The glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor as he slumped forward, unconscious.

Raghu quickly jumped into action, rushing to Vikram's side to catch him before he hit the floor. He carefully lifted his friend into his arms, cradling him like a child.

"Vikram, buddy, I've got you," Raghu whispered softly, trying to rouse him. But Vikram was out cold, dead weight in Raghu's arms.

With a sigh, Raghu hefted Vikram up, slinging him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He carefully made his way out of the bar, nodding to the bartender as he passed.

Once outside, Raghu hailed a taxi and gently loaded Vikram into the back seat. He climbed in beside him, holding him upright as the taxi pulled away from the curb.

The ride to Raghu's home was a short one, but Vikram didn't stir. Raghu paid the driver and carefully extracted Vikram from the taxi, carrying him up the walkway to his front door.

With a sigh, Raghu shouldered open the door and carried Vikram inside, laying him down on the couch. He covered him with a blanket and sat down beside him, watching as Vikram's chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths.

Raghu shook his head, feeling a mix of concern and frustration. Vikram had always been a bit of a hothead, but this was getting out of hand. He needed to get his act together, and fast, or risk losing Kanak forever.

Kanak lay in her bed, her body wracked with sobs as she clutched a pillow to her chest. she couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled in her heart.

As she cried, she thought of Vikram, wondering if he was feeling the same pain she was.

beneath the anger, she knew she still loved him. She loved him with all her heart, and the thought of living without him was unbearable.

As the night wore on, Kanak's tears slowly subsided, replaced by a dull ache that seemed to permeate every cell of her body. She lay there, staring blankly into the darkness, her heart heavy with sorrow.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Vikram lay on Raghu's couch, his own body wracked with sobs. He was consumed by regret and longing, his heart aching with the thought of losing Kanak forever.

As the night wore on, the two lovers lay there, each lost in their own world of pain and sorrow. They were separated by distance, but connected by the thread of their love, a love that seemed to be slowly unraveling.

The city outside was alive with the sounds of nightlife, but in those two darkened rooms, there was only silence, punctuated by the occasional sob, a reminder of the heartbreak that had torn two souls apart.

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Mr. Chouhan, Kanak's father, sat in his dimly lit study, a sly smile spreading across his face as he contemplated his next move. He had always been a master manipulator, using his wealth and influence to get what he wanted.

As he poured himself a glass of whiskey, he began to think of ways to use Kanak's situation to his advantage. He had always wanted to expand his political power, and now he saw an opportunity to do just that.

With a calculating glint in his eye, Mr. Chouhan picked up his phone and dialed a number. "It's done," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Make sure the story gets out. I want the public to know that my daughter was kidnapped by a gangster, and that she was tormented by that monster, vikram""who sent by opposition politician leader malik...

He listened for a moment, then nodded. "Good. I want to make sure that everyone knows about this. I want sympathy, I want outrage. I want the public to demand justice for my daughter."

As he hung up the phone, Mr. Chouhan couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew that this would be a winning strategy, one that would guarantee him a victory in the upcoming elections.

And as for Kanak, well, she was just a pawn in his game of power. He didn't care about her feelings, or her well-being. All he cared about was using her to further his own interests...

The next day, the news of Kanak's kidnapping and torment at the hands of vikram spread like wildfire. The public was outraged, demanding justice for the poor girl.

And Mr. Chouhan, well, he was right there in the spotlight, playing the role of the grieving father. He gave interviews, made speeches, and milked the situation for all it was worth.

As the elections approached, it became clear that Mr. Chouhan was going to win in a landslide. The public had been manipulated into feeling sorry for him, and they were eager to reward him with their votes.

And Kanak, well, she was just a forgotten pawn, lost in the shadows of her father's ambition.exactly not her father.....

Kanak paced back and forth in the small room, her mind racing with thoughts of Vikram. She missed him terribly, and the pain of being separated from him was almost too much to bear.

But she was trapped, locked in this room by her father's orders. She had no way of communicating with Vikram, no way of telling him how she felt.

Just as she was starting to feel like she couldn't take it anymore, the door to the room opened and her father walked in. He was a tall, imposing figure, with a stern expression on his face.

"Kanak, I have good news to share with you," he said, his voice cold and detached. "You are going to marry Sagar Rajput next week."

Kanak's eyes widened in horror as she stared at her father. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I won't do it."

Her father's expression didn't change. "You will do as you are told, Kanak," he said. "You will marry Sagar Rajput and you will make me proud."you allready destroyed my name too much .if you dare to do something .I'll kill vikram.do as i told .

Either he go jail or directly to hell...her father whispered....

Please i will do as you say..kanak beg to him .dont kill him.

Kanak felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped, with no way out. She was going to be forced to marry a man she didn't love, and she would never see Vikram again.

The thought was almost too much to bear. Kanak felt like she was going to collapse, like she was going to shatter into a million pieces.

But she refused to give up. She refused to accept her fate.

The maid entered the room with a tray of food, but Kanak's eyes were fixed on the newspaper in the maid's hand. The headline screamed out at her: "Kanak Chouhan Kidnapped by Notorious Gangster Vikram!"

Kanak's eyes widened in horror as she read the article.

But the article didn't stop there. It went on to describe the "torment" Kanak had endured at Vikram's hands, the "physical and emotional abuse" she had suffered.

Kanak felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was stare at the article, her eyes filling with tears.

The maid looked at her with concern, but Kanak just shook her head. "Get out," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The maid quickly left the room, leaving Kanak alone with her tears. Kanak broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as she thought about Vikram, about the lies that were being spread about him.

She knew she had to do something, but what? She was trapped, locked in this room by her father's orders. She had no way of communicating with Vikram, no way of telling him what was happening.

All she could do was cry, and hope that somehow, someway, Vikram would find out the truth behind her miseries ❤️‍🩹