Ranjish

Is qadar...
Aapse humko mohabbat hui hai...

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Vikram slowly got up from the floor, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He made his way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at such an early hour.

As he opened the door, he was greeted by a group of village girls, their faces filled with excitement and curiosity. "Namaste, Vikram bhaiya," they chimed in unison, their eyes scanning the room behind him.

One of the girls, a little bolder than the others, stepped forward. "We've come to meet Kanak bhabhi," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Sarpanch kaki ne bheja hai .humme..kya hum bhabhi se mil sakte hai..

Vikram gestured towards Kanak's room, still trying to shake off the remnants of his dream. "She's...ah...resting," he said, trying to think of a polite way to explain Kanak's current state. "But you can try knocking.

Shayad wo tumse bat karle he whisper...

The girls nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up with excitement. They made their way to Kanak's room, knocking softly on the door.

But Kanak didn't respond. The girls knocked again, this time a little louder. Still, there was no answer.

Vikram watched anxiously, wondering what Kanak would do. Would she open the gate or not.. He knew Kanak was still hurting, and he didn't want anything to upset her further.

The girls knocked again, their voices growing a little more insistent. Vikram held his breath, waiting to see  Kanak Allright.

Kanak finally opened the door, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The girls poured into the room, their chatter and laughter filling the space. But as soon as they were all inside, Kanak locked the door behind them, shutting Vikram out once again.

Vikram sighed, feeling a pang of frustration. He knew Kanak needed time and space, but it was hard for him to stay away. He decided to focus on something else, and headed to the kitchen to make tea for everyone.

As he waited for the tea to brew, Vikram's mind began to wander. He thought about Kanak, and how much she had been through. He thought about his own actions, and how they had hurt her. And he thought about what he could do to make things right.

As the tea leaves steeped, Vikram made a decision. He would send Kanak back to her home, back to her family and friends. It was the right thing to do, no matter how hard it would be for him to let her go.

Vikram poured the tea into cups, his hands shaking slightly as he thought about what lay ahead. He would talk to Kanak, explain his decision to her. And then, he would take her home.

The thought of being separated from Kanak was like a knife to Vikram's heart. But he knew it was the only way to make things right. He would have to let her go, no matter how much it hurt._

Vikram carefully carried the tray of steaming hot tea to Kanak's room. He knocked softly on the door, hoping that Kanak would answer.

But it wasn't Kanak who opened the door. Instead, it was one of the village girls, who smiled brightly at Vikram before taking the tray of tea from him.

"Thank you, Vikram bhaiya," she said, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Vikram smiled back at her, feeling a sense of relief that the girls were taking care of Kanak. "You're welcome," he said. "Tell Kanak...that I want to talk about something..

The girl nodded, her smile faltering for a moment before she recovered. "I'll tell her, Vikram bhaiya," she said.

And with that, she closed the door, leaving Vikram standing alone in the hallway once again. Vikram sighed, feeling a sense of frustration wash over him. He wanted to talk to Kanak, to tell her about his decision to send her back home. But it seemed like he would have to wait a little longer._.