Ranjish

big chapter ahead....

author pov...

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.