Abhijeet dragged Purvi to a small, secluded temple on the outskirts of town. The priest was waiting, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light.
Abhi: Shuru karo.
Abhi ordered, his voice brooking no argument. Purvi struggled and kicked, but Abhi's grip was too strong. He held her in place as the priest started the ritual.
Ria, who had been quiet until now, suddenly shouted.
Ria: Please mat karo uski life mat kharab karo.
Purvi: Please mujhe jaane do.
The priest began to chant, his voice rising and falling in a soothing cadence. Abhi and Purvi stood before him, surrounded by the sights and sounds of the temple.
The priest handed Abhi a thali, adorned with flowers and turmeric. Abhi grasped it tightly, his eyes fixed on Purvi.
The priest asked them to exchange garlands. Abhi forcefully placed a garland around Purvi's neck, his hands brushing against her skin. Purvi tried to pull away, but Abhi held her firm.
Next, the priest asked Abhi to fill Purvi's maang with sindoor. He poured the red powder into her hairline.
Suddenly, his men appeared, loading their guns and pointing them at Ria, Purvi's friend, who was watching in horror.
Abhi: Tumne agar bhaagne ki koshish bhi ki toh tumhari yeh dost jaan se jayegi.
Abhi growled, his eyes glinting with menace.
Purvi's eyes widened in terror as Abhi tied the mangalsutra around her neck, the weight of it feeling like a chain.
The priest continued with the ritual, asking Abhi and Purvi to walk around the sacred fire and asked them to take the 7 vows, but Purvi refused. Abhi pulled Purvi along, her feet dragging reluctantly.
Purvi: Nhi bolungi main. Nhi lungi koi bhi vachan tumhare saath.
Abhi: Bolo..
Purvi shook her head, her lips pressed together. Abhi's men moved closer, their guns trained on Ria.
Abhi: Bolo warna..
Purvi's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembled with fear as she repeated the vows, her eyes fixed on Ria. Abhi's grip on her arm tightened with each vow, his fingers digging into her skin.
Finally, the priest pronounced them husband and wife As they completed the seven pheras, Abhi's grip on Purvi's arm tightened.
Abhi: Congratulations wifey!!
He whispered, his breath hot against her ear.Purvi's eyes flashed with defiance, but she knew she was trapped.
Purvi: Main nahi maanti iss shaadi ko.
Abhi's face darkened, his eyes narrowing in anger: You have no choice. Tum ab meri patni ho jaisa main kahunga tumhe waisa karna hoga.
Purvi's tears fell like rain as she realized her nightmare had only just begun. She was trapped in a marriage with a man she didn't love, a man who had forced her into this union against her will.
Purvi shuddered at his touch, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over her. She tried to pull away, but Abhi held fast.
Ria, who had been watching in horror, finally found her voice.
Ria "teary" : Yeh bahut galat kiya tumne. Yeh tumse pyaar nahi karti aur zabardasti pyaar nahi hota.
Abhi: Toh main konsa tumhari iss saheli se pyaar karta hun.
As Abhi dragged her away, Purvi caught Ria's eye and whispered, "Help me."
Ria nodded, determination in her eyes. "I will," she mouthed back.
Abhi stopped at his place and come back to ria his eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ria's head.
Abhi: Agar tumne mere ghar se bhaagne ki koshish bhi ki toh yaad rakhna main tumhari iss pyari dost ria ko jaan se maar dalunga samjhi.
Purvi's heart stopped as she saw the cold metal pressed against Ria's temple. She knew Abhi was capable of anything.
Purvi: Please use kuch mat karo main kahin nahi jaungi please.
Purvi begged, her voice shaking with fear.
Abhi: Good girl.
Ria's eyes were wide with terror, but she tried to reassure Purvi with a small smile.
Ria: Tu chinta mat kar kuch nhi hoga mujhe aur tu wahan se jaldi niklegi bhi.
Purvi knew Ria was trying to be brave, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. With a menacing glint in his eye, Abhijeet pulled Ria closer.
Abhi: Aur tum ,tumne agar apni zubaan se ek bhi shabd nikala, kisi ko batane ki koshish ki iss bare main toh yaad rakho tumhari dost hamare pas hai aur agar mai kidnap karke shaadi kar skta hun toh jaan lete mere haath nhi kampte. Tumhari zubaan se ek bhi shabd tumhare maa baap aur tumhari dost ki jaan le sakta hai.
Ria felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the gravity of the situation. She was trapped in a web of Abhijeet's making, and any wrong move could result in Purvi's and her parent's death.
Purvi felt her world crumbling around her. She was a prisoner, and Abhijeet held the key. But she knew she had to stay strong, for Ria's sake. She had to find a way to escape.
Abhi: Isko iske ghar chhod do.
Abhi's men dropped Ria off at her house, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. As she watched them drive away, Abhijeet's parting words echoed in her ears.
On other side, Daya was sitting and watching TV when he heard a scream. He looked towards the door and widened his eyes. He instantly got up and saw his brother Abhijeet pulling a girl with him. She was struggling to get free. Daya's eyes widened in shock.
Daya: Bhai yeh sab kya hai tune sach mai ladki ko kidnap kar liya???
Abhi: Overreact mat kar daya bataya tha maine tujhe.
Daya: Mujhe bharosa tha tum pe ke tum aisa kuch nhi karoge bhai. Papa ko kya jawab doge tum?
Abhi: Wo sab main sambhal lunga tu chinta mat kar. Ab hatt jaa thodi privacy dede hume.
Daya: Bilkul nahi main tujhe iss ladki ke saath kuch galat karne nhi dunga.
Abhi: Yeh ladki ladki kya kar raha hai? Bhabhi hai teri, aur konsa kisi parayi ladki ke saath galat kar raha hun biwi hai meri mera haq banta hai ispr.
Daya: Tujhe ho kya gaya hai? Itna kya pagal ho gya hai gusse mai bhai tu?
Abhi didn't answer. Instead, he kept dragging the girl towards the stairs.
Daya: BHAI MAIN KEHTA HUN RUKJA.
Daya shouted, his anger rising.
The girl looked up at Daya with pleading eyes. "Help me!" she mouthed. Daya's heart raced as he saw the fear in her eyes. He knew he had to act fast.
Daya: Bhai please jaane de use.
Daya demanded, his voice echoing through the house.
But Abhijeet just ignored and continued up the stairs, the girl struggling in his grasp.
But as he looked up at the stairs, he saw Abhijeet disappear into the bedroom, the girl still struggling in his grasp.
Daya's heart raced with fear. What was Abhijeet going to do to her? And why was he acting so strangely?
Abhi threw her onto the bed, and she landed with a soft thud. She was so scared, her mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do to her. She tried to scramble away, but Abhi was too quick. He leaned over her , trapped her on the bed, his arms on either side of her, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity.
Purvi "Screamed" : Let me gooooo.
But Abhijeet just laughed, his hot breath on her face.
Abhi: Jitna chillana hai chila lo nhi aayega tumhara baap yahan tumhe bachane.
He said leaned more close to her. Purvi closed her eyes, her heart racing with fear. She was terrified that Abhi was going to force himself on her, and she didn't know how to protect herself. She waited for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
But instead of feeling Abhi's lips on hers, she felt nothing. She opened her eyes to find Abhi sitting next to her, his expression cold and detached.
Abhi: Kya?? aise kya ghoor rhi ho mujhe??
Purvi shook her head, trying to process what was happening.
Purvi: Mujhe laga tum mere saath.. Uh Mera matlab hai mujhe..--
Abhi's expression didn't change.
Abhi: Chee!! main tumhare saath kuch nhi karne jaa raha samjhi. Tumne bas isliye laaya hun taaki tumhare baap ko sabak sikha saku. Usee yeh ehsaas kara saku ki kitna dard hota hai apne kisi ko dard main dekh kar.
Purvi: kehna kya chahte ho?
Abhi: Usne mere dad ko kidnap kiya itna buri tarah torture kiya wo pichle 4 din se hospital main hain abhi tak hosh nhi aaya unhe.
Purvi's eyes widened in shock.
Purvi: Kya matlab hai tumhara? Mere papa ne??
Purvi's confusion was evident on her face.
Purvi : Kab kiya papa ne aisa??
She asked, trying to make sense of Abhijeet's words.
Abhi: 7 din pehle.
He replied, his voice cold and detached. Purvi's eyes widened in shock.
Purvi: Yeh nhi ho sakta. Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Mere dad ko mare 6 saal ho chuke hain.
Abhi's expression changed, and he looked at Purvi with a mixture of shock and confusion.
Abhi: KYA???
Purvi: haan
Abhi: Jhoot, Jhoot bol rahi ho tum. Bas khud ko aur apne baap ko bachane ke liye jhoot bol rahi ho.
Purvi: Main sach bol rahi hun yakeen karo mera.
Abhi: Kishen hai na tumhara baap??
Purvi: Nahi mere dad ka naam kishen nhi hai Ajay hai.
Abhi's expression didn't change, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He pulled out a photo from his pocket.
Abhi: Yeh tumhara baap hai na?
Purvi looked at the photo and shook her head.
Purvi: Nahi yeh mere papa nhi hain.
Abhi: Ah! ab tum bologi tum ankita bhi nhi ho. Hai na?
Purvi: Haan. Nahin hu main ankita, Mera naam purvi hai. Mujhe nahi pta tum kyu kar rhe ho mere saath yeh sab.
Abhi: Dekho agar yeh jhooth hai toh tumhe bahut mehnga padne wala hai yaad rakho. Jo cheezein main nahi karna chahta tum mujhe wahi karne par majboor kar rahi ho.
Purvi's frustration grew: Are sach keh rahi hun mai. Na main ankita hu aur na mere papa ka naam kishen hai aur na wo iss duniya mai hai.
Abhi: Tumhare pas koi saboot hai ki tum sach keh rahi ho?
Purvi nodded, eager to clear up the misunderstanding.
Purvi : I Can prove it.
she said, reaching for her neck to grab her ID card. But her hand closed on empty air. Her ID card wasn't there.
She looked up at Abhijeet, confusion etched on her face.
Purvi: M..mera I'd card kahan hai? Gale main tha, tumne liya kya?
Abhi: Bewkoof!! Agar maine tumhara I'd card liya hota toh tab hi nahi mujhe pata chal jaata ki tum sach keh rahi ho ya jhooth.
Purvi: Mera phone bhi tha.
Abhi: Gaadi main hoga, mangvata hun. Pr tum bhagne ka sochna bhi mat.
Abhijeet stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Purvi feeling frustrated and helpless. She looked around the room, her eyes scanning for any clue that might help her escape. But there was nothing. Just the cold, hard truth that she was a prisoner, and Abhijeet held all the cards.
He comes out of the room and saw daya and some men standing in the hallway.
Abhi: Iss ladki ka Samana Gaadi se yahan lekr aao.
One of his men nodded and hurried off to retrieve the items. Abhijeet turned to another man, a tall, burly individual with a scar above his left eyebrow.
Abhi: Nazar rakho uspar bhaag ne na paaye.
Abhi instructed, his eyes glinting with a warning. The man nodded and took up position outside the room, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Daya stepped forward, a look of concern etched on his face.
Daya: Bhai please aisa mat kar, kya dad ne hume yahi sanskar diye hain? Yeh baat toh tum bhi samjhte ho na ek ladki ke liye uski izzat kitni pyaari hoti hai agar tune usse wahi chhen..
Abhi: Bass Daya.--.
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Enjoy!!
~Meera.