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next day.............

Mehndi - where every stroke is a whisper of joy, and every pattern signifies the laughter to come. Adorning my hands with the poetry of traditions. 🌿💫

Kanak's hands trembled as mehndi artist apply the intricate designs on her hands. But her mind was elsewhere, still reeling from the shock of the morning's events.Her father, or so she had thought, had come into her room, his face stern and unyielding. He had thrust a sheaf of papers at her, demanding that she sign them. Kanak had hesitated, asking what the papers were. Her father's response had left her stunned."These are your divorce papers," he had said, his voice cold and detached. "You're going to divorce Vikram and marry Sagar."Kanak had refused, saying that she couldn't divorce Vikram. But her father's next words had sent a chill down her spine."If you don't sign these papers, I'll kill Vikram," he had hissed, his eyes glinting with malice.



Kanak had been terrified......



papa please aisa mat karo ,hum unse pyaar karte hai...ill sign these paper dont hurt him... she had pleaded with her father, crying and begging him not to hurt Vikram. Finally, in desperation, she had signed the papers.

But as she had looked at the papers, she had realized that they were not only divorce papers, but also property transfer papers, and they stated that she was transferring all her property to her father.Kanak had been puzzled, wondering why her father needed her to sign over her property to him. After all, the property was already in his name.But when she had asked him about it, he had roared with anger, slapping her across the face."I'm not your father, you stupid girl," ,you are not my dayghter , just a burden whom i carry from last 23 years.....he had snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.



aap aisa kyu bol rahe...papa i am your daughter .... ,kanak plead

didnt you heard me you brat ..i am not your father ...."I was working for your real father veer shekhawat...., who died 23 years ago... Be grateful that I didn't kill you like I did him."....if the property was not your name..i have kill you long ago ,but my friend wants you as his daughter in law ...otherwise i stop your breathe as you signed this papers...dont try to be smart to tell anyone about this or the consequences will be brutal on 'your vikram....he laugh evily and left....

she fall down on floor crying and sobbing.......god why me.....

Kanak's mind was reeling as she tried to process the shocking revelation. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that the man she had thought was her father was actually her father's killer.

as mehndi done in kanak hand she was sent back to her room ....two gaurds was standing outside her room as per chauahan order to look over kanak locked untill the marrige done...



Kanak's eyes frantically scanned the room, searching for a way to escape or a means to contact Sagar. She had to tell him the truth about his father, about the man who had killed her real father. But Chouhan allready snatched her phone away.Kanak felt a wave of desperation wash over her as she realized she was completely trapped. She cried out in frustration, feeling helpless and alone....



she cried out in frustration, slamming her fist into the wall. The pain jolted through her arm, but it didn't compare to the helplessness clawing at her chest. She had been so sure—so certain—that she would be able to reach Sagar, that she could get to him before it was too late.

But now, it felt as if the walls were closing in on her, trapping her in a nightmare she couldn't escape.

Her mind raced, trying to come up with something—anything—that would give her a way out. The truth, the secret she'd been holding inside for so long, weighed heavily on her. If she could just warn Sagar about his father—the man who had killed her real father—maybe she could stop this, stop whatever Chouhan was planning.

Kanak sat motionless, her back stiff against the cold chair as a group of girls bustled around her, their voices bright and full of excitement. The room buzzed with activity, but Kanak couldn't bring herself to be a part of it. She barely registered their chattering, their lighthearted jokes about wedding traditions, and the occasional giggles as they fawned over her.

The girls worked quickly, their hands moving with practiced ease as they draped a rich, red bridal lehenga over her delicate frame. The fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, its gold embroidery reflecting the soft glow like tiny flecks of stardust. Her hair was carefully styled, every strand placed in perfect alignment, and soon enough, her face was framed with an elaborate veil.

Gold jewelry was draped around her neck, the weight of it almost suffocating. A heavy maang tikka rested on her forehead, and delicate bangles encircled her wrists, jingling softly with every movement. The scent of rose petals and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the strong fragrance of the henna that now decorated her palms in intricate designs.

Kanak could feel every part of the transformation, every stitch of the bridal outfit, the cold touch of the jewelry, and the gentle caress of the henna on her skin—but inside, it was as if her soul had been stripped bare.

As the girls stepped back, admiring their work, Kanak's reflection in the mirror was stunning. A vision of grace and beauty. The external trappings of a perfect bride—every detail carefully planned, every inch of her carefully crafted for the perfect moment.

But there was nothing perfect about how she felt.

Her eyes, though framed by layers of makeup, were lifeless. The deep sadness in them was unmistakable, a void that no amount of makeup or jewelry could hide. There was no joy in her expression, no excitement in her heart.

What was the point of all this? she thought, her chest tightening. She had been thrust into a role she hadn't chosen, a life she hadn't asked for.

As the wedding ceremony began, Kanak was led to the mandap, where Sagar was already seated. The priest started chanting the mantras, and the ceremony began.Meanwhile, Kanak's nani and mother were locked in a room, unable to create any kind of disturbance. They were frantic with worry, but were powerless to stop the wedding.As the ceremony progressed, Kanak's mind wandered to Vikram, the man she truly loved. She wondered if she would ever see him again, or if she would be trapped in this loveless marriage forever.



As the pheras began, the lights in the mandap suddenly flickered and went out. The guests murmured in surprise, but the priest continued with the rituals, chanting the mantras in the darkness.



In the few minutes that the lights were out, a subtle switch took place. When the lights flickered back on, the wedding rituals continued as if nothing had happened...But Kanak's instincts told her that something was off. As she glanced at the groom, she felt a jolt of familiarity. The way he sat, the way he moved, it all seemed so similar to Vikram.

As the wedding ceremony came to a close, Sagar emerged from the crowd, dressed in his police uniform. "Under arrest, Mr. Chouhan," he declared, his voice firm and authoritative. "For threatening and beating Vikram in the village, and for supplying drugs to college students."

The guests gasped in shock, and Chouhan's face turned red with rage. But before anyone could react, the groom stood up, removing his sehra to reveal none other than Vikram himself.Kanak's eyes widened in stunned surprise as she realized that Vikram had been sitting in the mandap all along. It was a clever switch, made possible with Sagar's help

.

As the police took Chouhan away, Vikram turned to Kanak, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "I couldn't let you marry someone else," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I had to find a way to stop the wedding and be with you."



Sagar's father was furious, his face red with anger. "What the hell were you thinking, Sagar?" he thundered. "You ruined the wedding, embarrassed our family in front of everyone!"Sagar stood tall, his eyes unwavering. "I did what was right, Father," he said calmly. "Kanak was being forced into a marriage she didn't want. I couldn't just stand by and watch."Sagar's father spluttered, but Sagar continued. "Besides, Vikram loves Kanak truly. He's the right man for her."Vikram, who was standing nearby, smiled gratefully at Sagar. "Thank you, Sagar," he said. "I promise to make Kanak happy always."Sagar's expression turned serious. "You'd better," he said, his voice low. "Otherwise, I'll beat you black and blue."Kanak, who was watching the exchange, smiled softly. She knew that Sagar had always been a good friend to her, but she had no idea that he had loved her from school days.As it turned out, Sagar had been harboring feelings for Kanak for years, but he had never acted on them. now he knew that Kanak's heart belonged to Vikram, and he had selflessly sacrificed his own love for her happiness."You're a true friend, Sagar," Kanak said, her eyes shining with gratitude.Sagar smiled, his eyes a little sad. "I just want you to be happy, Kanak," he said. "That's all that matters."



As Chouhan was taken away by the police, Kanak's emotions finally broke free. She turned to Sagar, her eyes welling up with tears, and said, "He killed my real father... He told me he killed him."Sagar's expression turned somber, and he opened his arms to Kanak. She collapsed into his hug, sobbing uncontrollably.

dont cry kanak i make sure chauhan get the punishments he deserve....ipromised you..Sagar held her close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance.

Vikram watched the scene, feeling a pang of jealousy. But he knew that Kanak was emotionally fragile at the moment, and she needed someone to lean on. He understood that Sagar's hug was not a romantic gesture, but a gesture of comfort and support.



Sagar looked up at Vikram and said, "Take her to the room..., she needs rest." Vikram nodded, and Sagar gently handed Kanak over to him and left...



As the relatives began to disperse, Kanak pulled away from Vikram and ran towards her mom and dadi's room, where they had been locked in during the wedding ceremony. Vikram followed her, but stopped outside the room, giving her space to be with her family.Inside the room, Kanak's mom and dadi were crying, having heard the commotion outside. Kanak rushed into their arms, tears streaming down her face. "Dadi, Mom... he killed my real Papa," she sobbed, telling them everything that Chouhan had revealed to her.Her mom and dadi listened, shocked and horrified by the revelation. They held Kanak close, trying to comfort her as she poured out her emotions.



As Kanak's mom and dadi comforted her, they reassured her that they had always considered her their own daughter, and not just a stepdaughter. "We're sorry we never told you about your real parents,we know that they died in car accident and chouhan bring you home,,you are so little and cute that i promised myself to love you till mydeath,but i never knew he killed your parents...you always be my daughter Kanak," her mom said, tears in her eyes. "



Kanak's emotions overwhelmed her, and she cried even more, eventually fainting in Vikram's arms. Vikram quickly caught her and held her close, concern etched on his face.Kanak's dadi instructed Vikram to take Kanak to her room, and Vikram gently laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. Kanak's mom sat beside her, stroking her hair, and looked at Vikram with tears in her eyes.



"I know you love her, beta," she said, her voice trembling. "I can see it in your eyes. I don't know why you kidnapped her, but she loves you too. Let her stay here for a few days, and then you can take her to your home. But please, never hurt her."Vikram slid to his knees, his eyes filled with remorse. "I know what I did was wrong," he said, his voice cracking. "But I love her so much. I will never do anything to hurt her again. And she will decide where she wants to live. I've done enough to hurt her; now I'll do what she wants.... to earn her forgiveness." i do anything....Kanak's mom placed her hand on Vikram's head, a gentle smile on her face. "Good bless you, beta," she said. "Take care of her." With that, she left the room, leaving Vikram alone with Kanak.