Ranjish

Vikram's voice was low and urgent as he spoke to Raghav on phone. "Kisiko bhi pta nhi chalna chahiye Raghav ki Kanak kaha hai." (No one should know where Kanak is.)

Raghav replied, his expression serious. "Yes, boss."..

Vikram stomach start making sound.he was feeling so hungry..but Kanak didn't ear so he will not eat too

Chal Vikram thoda kaam kr lete haii,
He walked toward back yard ..

As the evening approached, Vikram was working in the backyard, planting flowers and fruits in the mud. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape.

Kanak woke up from her rest and walked out into the backyard, her eyes scanning the area until they landed on Vikram. He was covered in mud, his hands dirty as he worked the soil.

"Taiyaar ho jao, humme mandir jana hai," Kanak said, her voice gentle but ordering. (Get ready, we have to go to the temple.)

Vikram looked up and shocked to see her behaving different .he compose himself and try to make her comfortableas much as possible.....

, his eyes meeting Kanak's. "Thik hai...aap taiyar ho jaye, Kanak. Fir hum chalte hai." (Okay...you get ready, Kanak. Then we'll leave.)

Kanak nodded and walked away, disappearing into the room to get ready. Vikram watched her go, a sense of calm washing over him. He finished his work in the backyard, his mind focused on the evening ahead._.

Kanak was busy tying her saree, her hands moving deftly as she adjusted the folds. Suddenly, Vikram burst into the room, his eyes fixed on something else.

Kanak's hands froze, and she clutched the saree to her chest, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Darwaja knock bhi kar sakte the!" she yelled, her voice laced with annoyance. (You could have knocked on the door!)

Vikram's eyes snapped to Kanak's face, and he froze, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "Sorry," he muttered, his eyes darting away from Kanak's partially clad form.

He quickly turned his back to her, his eyes fixed on the dresser as he rummaged through a drawer. He pulled out a small box and left the room, his face still burning with embarrassment.

As the door closed behind Vikram, Kanak let out a sigh of relief. She finished tying her saree, her hands shaking slightly as she adjusted the folds. She took a deep breath, composing herself before walking out of the room to join Vikram..

Vikram sat on the sofa outside, waiting for Kanak. When she emerged, he was taken aback by her beauty. She was clad in a stunning red saree, the color accentuating her porcelain skin and dark hair.

Vikram's eyes were glued to Kanak as she walked towards him. He couldn't help but stare, his mind racing with thoughts of how beautiful she looked. Kanak's eyes met Vikram's, and she smiled slightly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Chale," Kanak spoke, breaking the silence.

Vikram snapped out of his trance, taking out  the jeep and getting out to open the door for Kanak. As she stepped inside, he carefully adjusted her pallu, making sure it didn't get stuck in the door.

His hands brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through his body. Vikram's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Kanak, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

As they drove off into the evening, Vikram couldn't help but steal glances at Kanak, her beauty captivating him. The red saree seemed to glow in the fading light, and Vikram felt his heart fill with a sense of pride and possession._.

As they reached the market, Kanak spoke up, "Humme kuch saman lena hai." (We need to buy some things.)

Vikram stopped the jeep and got down, following Kanak to every stall as she picked out the items she needed. He handed over the cash, watching as she expertly haggled with the vendors.