025

On the next day, with firm determination in the mind, Niyati left the home giving the reason of going to the city library instead of the college one as that one has the wider collection of the study materials for her biostatistics paper.

The sun has yet to grace the sky, the winter morning usually lazy and misty. All the shops were closed, the door of the people's home firmly shut, the street was silent, and therefore the trouble comes in the form of finding the auto which could take her to the commerical area this early.

After walking for more than one kilometre, Niyati's luck finally came in handy as the auto service at the main road has started with few people ascending and stopping the near ones.

Her feet carries her to the nearest empty one, the auto driver smiles at her face covered in the monkey cap to get the protection from the morning chill, who motion her to sit behind starting the auto when the group of women also tripped inside.

"Bhaiya..take us to the hospital - what was the name?" The first woman ask to the side.

"Ohh..I forgot too. I think-it was Sarojini, Sanjeevani-" the second one shuttered trying her best to remember when the third one hit her lightly on her hand, hurriedly saying-

"Bhaiya ji..take us to the hospital where badi Thakurain is in. You know that one, right?"

The auto driver nods his head confirming her words, "I've been to that part of the area so many times recently, that it can be more than the total amount of the time I visited there in last year alone." True to his words, he started the engine as Niyati squirmed to the very corner as those three women continued there paused topic.

_

"-yeah..I'm not lying,I swear on my son- Meenal Chaudhary herself was seen there-"

"Lie. It is all lie. Why would the Chaudharys will get separated? They are the poster family of-"

"Well..I don't know but It is already a wide spread knowledge that Mithilesh Chaudhary will get the throne of the Begusarai after Phoolan Chaudhary and Achintya Babu will then take the role of the second man of his, just like the lokesh Chaudhary did-"

"And where does that leave Vijay Babu? What he will do then? He won't even get to share the glory like his father did because Achintya Babu will always overshadow him-"

"Truth be told, in between the two of them, my support definitely lies with the Achintya."

"I think the same-"

"Oh..you two don't understand- it isn't about who we supports, but about who will be supported by the Phoolan Chaudhary. It won't come to me as the surprise, if the condition of the Durga Devi is lead by the internal power struggle of the home."

"Be specific Triveni,"

"Think like this- Phoolan Chaudhary's both son are more than capable and worthy of carrying their father's legacy. But knowing Meenal Chaudhary..she won't stay silent when that will actually happens. "

"Mark my words Rachana, their will comes a day, when my words will come true. The Chaudharys are gonna fall- those who couldn't be separated by the wealth and power will definitely be separated by the presence of a woman."

_

With her face half covered with the thick green dupatta of her dark blue coloured cotton suit, Niyati followed those women. She and they.. unfortunately shares the same destination after all.

Niyati was more than familiar with the outline of the VIP ward than these women, but she still stayed behind when crossing the door as two hefty men and women were standing on the either side checking each of them. It would be the hard luck for her to sneak past these people and find him.

Staying behind the group Niyati entered the VIP ward's long, well lit, spacious and surely emptied corridor. It was as if except the Chaudharys no other patient's family was present there.

Did they really kicked out every one of them out?

_

Another fight has occured between Achintya and Vijay after the later woke up from his semi alcohol induced coma and remembered that he has a family member to visit. Even then, the asshole was ready to blame him..for the badi Amma's condition -

"..if it wasn't for you and your smart mouth..nothing of this sort happened -"

"Yeah really? You think you are in position to talk about this? Did your head has completely stopped working after the slap-"

"Don't-" and if it wasn't for Mithilesh coming in between them, Vijay would surely have punched the bastard.

"Go..get a drink or two..and see if it can make you remember that-"

"Achintya stop. " The poor Mithilesh has to interfere between the two, pushing Vijay back while glaring at the Achintya all that while. This cat and dog fight is turning his headache worse and the situation worst.

"Badi Amma is in ICU and you two are- Chee..!"

With a push Vijay straighten his blue kurta and the jacket running his fingers in his long hair to control the urge of to not throw the punch directly at Achintya's face.

He is acting over smart, running his tongue when not necessary. Sure he got a little bit carried away with his friends, the alcohol and the women flocking around them created the little burden on his control.

But that doesn't mean Achintya can taunt him at any given situation. Vijay won't tolerate that. And top of that, he fucking bringing the shameful incident from the before.

Vijay left the waiting area with an anger induced face, shame and anger curling deep in his stomach. Meena has already told him everything from how Achintya instigates her, making her raise her hand, spewing nonsense about him, "...he did that deliberately. Forcing me to raise my hand and making me the villian infront of everyone."

With his father simply standing there watching the drama and doing nothing. Really..what kind of faith he was born with that he had to share his life with the Achintya.

Why can't it be only him with the fucker never being born. Meenal has said these exact words that now they have made the home in his heart. And with the incident of now, his trust in his mother's words has gotten stronger.

Vijay used to sometimes agreed with his father's view when he would complain about how because of Meena's stubbornness he had to leave his family behind but now looking at the situation of today, Meena was indeed right. They did the right thing.

Vijay couldn't imaging living under the same roof as the Achintya, hearing his praises and appreciation day and night, especially from his father- no, he really can't.

And thus, that brings him to the wait. The ever long wait he has been doing for years, years he had waited in the dark..for Achintya to fall once..once from his graceful throne. To commit a mistake... A mistake so severe that it jolts the whole Begusarai altogether.

But that was where Vijay's real problem lies. The bloody idiot have has yet to commits any folly. Even in their childhood, when Vijay would destroy Achintya's notes during the prank or make Shekhar bit his then scrawny brother for topping the class, or hiding his college entrance letter, Achintya never took those matters to anyone.

Suffered alone when Vijay and his friends made him trip dislocating his shoulder when they were fourteen because his father wouldn't stop praising Achintya's perfect bullet shot.

Achintya wouldn't complain. Always had acted like nothing can ever faze him..and that alone irritates him. A lot.

One mistake. Just one mistake of Achintya's was needed, and Vijay won't loose his chance this time. Achintya Chaudhary gonna fall- and Vijay is gonna make sure that fall will be so bad that he won't..ever stand up from that.

All he needs a one mistake.

_

Niyati can't be here.

Was the first thought that bursted in his head as he crosses the length of the corridor making his way towards where the women waiting to catch the glimpse of the Durga Devi were waiting.

The watch in his hand shows the hand pointing at the seven past thirty, the weather was windy today, chilled, obscuring and playing with the tresses of a girl standing at the very last of the queue, the face of her hidden behind the thick fabric of her dupatta. Choosing for some reason to left her usually plaited hair open behind her back.

Why she is here? Especially when he did not -fucking lier, his mind supplied- wanted her to be here. There is a reason behind that -and still his heart has yet to calm down- with the rapt attention of everyone around them fixed on them, it would be a miracle if no one spotted them together.

And yet, yet his traitorous heart gives a lurch when the brown eyes of his collided with her as if she too knew he is looking at her. The relief was instant on the dusky complexion, large eyes closing for a second as if she's thanking the lord, and then opened again-

And Achintya's patience snapped.

He has not fucking seen her in days, the last meeting of their was on that faithful day and from then so much has have happened- he didn't even get the chance to simply just sit down and reminisce just how fucking beautiful, how peaceful the night of her birthday was.

Before he knew..his feet carried him to her and taking her hands he walked straight away attracting far too much attention of those nosy women who wouldn't stop oogling at the Achintya Chaudhary and his latest fixation.

Because ofcourse, of fucking course, the reasoning side of the mind has to shut down when it comes to the Niyati. That when things involves her..it is his heart, the  senses and the age old primal urge that guides him through the road.

_

"What now?" Mithilesh questioned rubbing his eyes.

"Sarkar..there is a group of people outside waiting for your permission -"

"Okay. " Cutting the guard's words he said instead. It is usually Achintya's work load of dealing with overly concerned people with his charmingly smile but for some reason the guard has come to him-

Mithilesh jolts with a shock, if the guard is here to ask permission then where the fucking hell Achintya is!

"Where is Achintya?"

He looked at the guard whose mouth was shut yet his eyes were loud. He looked clearly torn between wanting to tell and not wanting to overstep. "I asked something."

"Sarkar..uh..sometimes before, Achintya Babu is busy at-"

"That is not what I asked Prabhu, be clear."

"He is with a girl sarkar. Sometimes before, he came to the corridor, and after that he pulled a girl from the crowd and went away."

A girl? Mithilesh trust Achintya enough to know that with a situation like this, his brother would not indulge in any of his previous tendency, infact, if Mithilesh thinks now, Achintya has not been indulging in any of his past manwhore tendencies anymore.

He has not heard any rumor from quite few months, no random girl trying to meet his brother confessing their unconditional love. Mithilesh has started noticing the changes in his brother from quite some time..from when Nupur told him about the Mishra's girl, his brother's usual flirtatious nature is still there but somehow tamed, when before Achintya wouldn't miss the chance to indulge himself in the company of the tasteful women he now usually stir clear of them.

The playfulness was still present in his eyes but now it was grounded by the some sense of restrictions like suddenly a boundary is built around him stopping his previous notorious behaviour to take over.

"..if I didn't have her then I won't have anyone else. So you better support me because I'm ready to move heaven and earth together to have her in my life."

Achintya never ever in his life, has asked for something so openly. It takes vulnerability to be this open, and knowing him, who refuses to let such weak emotion take over his senses was like believing the fishes will start flying one day. And yet, that happened.

It happened and it happened because of that girl.

"Where he is gone to?" He ask standing up from the recliner adjusting his watch. Because it seems to him that the time has finally come to meet this 'special'

person his brother was so openly obsessed and -if the lord has not given him enough tension to begin with,- has fallen so deeply in love, that now it would only be the death that could separate Achintya from her.

Or the death of others..who tried to come in between them.

_

"Explain." The back of her collided with the cold tiles of the room, the dupatta sliding from her head and with her hands captured in his by her side Niyati has little to do expect to guaze at his face and eyes.

Achintya looked.. exhausted. There were dark spots around his eyes indicating his lack of sleep, a busted lips, some bruises scattered around his fair face and yet..it was his eyes, the brown orbs that were filled with the intense emotions that were replicating inside her too.

With some efforts, Niyati finally manages to  bring her one hand free from his grip, gently..oh so gently..tracing the finger tips on the bruises and the cut of his lips then to the tender part around his eyes making him flutter his eyes closed. The smaller hand cupped the fair face as his nose glided to the inside of her palm, kissing them, and burying his face in them after covering them with his own.

The fingers of their other hands intervening with one another.

"You are not fine." The whisper lefts from her lips, Niyati has never seen Achintya being this vulnerable before despite the shorter period of the time they have had spent together, she never has seen him being this defenseless, helpless before.

"She'll be fine Achintya. Badi Thakurain -"  her words halted as he buries his face in her neck and her grip tighten around his shoulders. Letting him hide his face if that's what is he needed as she continues stroking his hairs. "Badi Thakurain will be okay...the whole Begusarai is praying for her..Kaka is performing the Pooja for her today and so, with so many blessings and well wishes, nothing could happen to her. Nothing bad could touch her with so many good things protecting her."

"Achintya..look at me.. please look at me.." pleads Niyati, bringing her hands around his either side and gently forcing him to bring his head away from herself and infront of her. With a playful nip around the junction of her neck, he allows himself to be pulled.

"Ooh.." smiling, she again brings her fingers to his face..this time her eyes fixed on the bruises and cuts inspecting them in the light. "What..how this happened? "

"Long story. I'll tell you that later.." Niyati should know this now. That with Achintya the man hardly ever let any emotion on his face to linger for too long. ".. you tell me why you are here?" And just like that..the previous irritation of his returned.

A yelp escaped from her lips when the back of her pressed on the wall more firmly allowing him to take a step nearer, so much so that when he lowered his face they both were breathing the same air. "What are you doing here Jaan?"

And does he really has to ask her that? Isn't it obvious why she is here? Is the head above his neck is only for the decoration purpose?

Even important than that was, why he is angry at her for that? Because the anger was as clear in his eyes as the clouds before the rain. The rage burning hot, making her breathe hitch when cold fingers traces the smoothness of her cheeks - his eyes following the path created by his fingers while hers fixed on him.

"Jaan." And how is she supposed to answer something when she can't even properly breathe - the other free hand sneaking around her waist bringing her to his chest, her hands flying towards his shoulders. "What will the people will think if they saw you here?

"Achintya.." whining she hide her flaming face in his chest for he again teased her despite the seriousness of the situation. Earning himself a light hit around his arm when he didn't allow her this leverage for longer as he brought her face away from him by coiling his cold fingers around the back of her neck pulling her gently.

"To..to see you ofcourse. Why would I be here for any other reason?"

"Hm. " The hand travelled from the back of her nape to her scalp pulling gently positioning her head in a way it allows more space for him to run his nose at the side of her neck. "I'm touched-"

"You better be. I took so much risk-"

"Indeed I'm a very good influence that you have started adapting my traits-"

"Please..let's not lie to one another. We both know you are the worst."

Snickering at her remarks he kisses her at the side of her left cheek, too enamoured by the feelings -one day..he will be able to tell her what that feeling truly is,- inside him.

When finally a red faced Niyati pauses his ministration by taking his face between his own two hands "you have no idea how worried I was when I heard- please tell me what happened? I tried my best to not let the talks of the outsiders affects me but I too wanted to know.."

And because when it comes to the Niyati, Achintya chronic lies always somehow magically turned to the opposite, it is always easier for him to be as truthful as he can be with her instead for using the lies- and so Achintya told Niyati everything.

Everything from the start of that morning to the time they reached the hospital.

Watching her face closely. It was as if their heart were truly one that when he told her about Meena kaki's allegations, her face turned sour, then it was the absolute terror and rage on her face when the talk about the Vijay came, with it dissolving into true horror when he recited the fight - cutting it short because their were some moisture around her eyes- and then to the absolute distress and the tears falling when the talk about the badi Amma came.

That by the end of all this, Niyati brought his face back to her neck, hugging him tightly , stroking his head "you must be so worried. So much has have happened..and I didn't knew anything - anything that could ease the pain..."

"Even if you wanted to you couldn't Jaan. It wasn't in your hands..sometimes things really are not. Beside, it all doesn't matter because now, you are here. With me. "

"Ofcourse I am. Where else I will be if it is not by your side."

_

The guard has pointed to the room locating at the end of corridor. With a quick dismissal from Mithilesh he went away, back to his post as the other man walked towards the door that helps the biggest mystery.

It has become obvious to Mithilesh that Shivangi Mishra is not the girl his brother has fallen to.

It just.. Achintya has done the fabulous job at pretending and making fool of them by letting them him believe that his doubt is the truth when in reality it was far.. far away from that alone.

An absolute wonderful plan.. because when he and Nupur were breathing the relief, Achintya was busy weaving the love.

But who could be this girl if it isn't Shivangi Mishra?

Mithilesh prayed to the god..that once he knocked the door..from there comes someone who won't belongs to the Mishras. Even if it would be anybody else..anyone actually.. Mithilesh would be able to solve it but just..don't let it be anyone from the Brahmins clan.

With that he knocked the door. "Achintya."

_

Niyati clutches his yellow shirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the fear. Someone was at the door, calling his name and with the way he only signed once it was enough for her to know it was.. his brother.

"Don't. Please don't." She pleads as he tried to get out of her grip, "Achintya..no..." Her hands were trembling as her voice turned slower and slower with every syllabus.

"What are you afraid of Jaan? I'm right here..nothing would happen -"

"I know. But..but what, what if-" Niyati allowed him to take her trembling hands away from his shirt and to his heart.

"Listen closely. I'm as nervous as you are-" there was a loud thump.. thump..coming from his chest similar to her own "- but still I'm keeping my calm. So please.. please..can you do that for me too."

Keep calm? Niyati don't think she even knew what that word actually meant now. But in the face of his utter devotion, she allows herself to match his breathing inhaling and exhaling along with him as he touches his forehead with her.

The trembling subsides gradually, "Achintya..what..what if he didn't.. approve me?"

"Then he wouldn't. And then we will try again. And again.. untill he give us his approval. Because -" clutching her fingers around his he turned towards the door.."- I'm not leaving you untill I'm alive but I also can't leave them behind too untill I'm alive."

_

It was Achintya. Alone.

Mithilesh scrutinized his eyes trying to look past his frame but his brother was deliberately standing in a way that he can block the inside view from him .

"I hope you remember what I said that day bhaisahab." if I didn't have her then I won't have anyone else.He remembered it perfectly well. "I won't allow any disrespect towards her in anyway, so please. "

The door opened giving Mithilesh the space to walk inside as his feet froze in the middle of the room, the door clicked shut behind him.

"Bhaisahab meets Niyati, the one with whom I wanna spend my rest of the days with." Achintya walked towards her taking her hand and holding it, standing in between of a shocked Mithilesh and frightened Niyati.

Who with tremendous effort folds her hands together to greet him "Namaste" hurriedly bringing some space in between her and Achintya but still standing close. She do not want to appear as that damsel in the distress but still can't allows herself to step away from the comfort provided by him.

The silence stretched, the awkwardness in the room so sharp a knife could cut it easily..just when it becomes too much to handle that Mithlesh speak up.

"ACHINTYA CHAUDHARY, YOU DIMWIT FUCKER.." making Niyati flinch and reaching for his hand not in a stance to cover herself but him when she saw the angry Mithilesh Chaudhary coming towards him.

For a momentary second Mithilesh freezed at that act, it was as if it was natural..natural for her to stand in between him and the upcoming danger as his shield not at all knowing that his brother was as shocked as him too. Niyati always has reacted strongly whenever it came to him -the fear inducing rage of her with Vijay and Meena kaki - but not even in millions years he would have thought that this timid girl who was shaking like the leaf just few moments ago is now standing infront of him looking directly in his eyes.

"Please sir.." Achintya's heart expanded with the immense pride and the pleasure of having her with him and not for hundredth time he thanked his starts for that.

Mithilesh on the other hand looks absolutely flabbergasted, his aura was not something that could be handled by everyone, but the girl..the girl who his son calls 'Niti' has no problem with. He raises his eyes to theie intervening hands and the result was instance.

With a mortified expression she took her hand back to her as if she touched the hot coal, standing beside him -almost behind him- with her head low.

"Bhaisahab.."

"You..you keep your trap shut. "The anger returned at once. "What are you thinking Achintya? What you really are thinking? Or have you stopped that after her?" Because surely his brother has lost his marbles.

Because that will explain what this is. All this time he faked to be smitten by the Shivangi Mishra to backtrack them, making them think that he is finally recovering from his lost love, when the reality was wholly different.

It was never the Shivangi and always the Niyati.

How could he ignore that? Mithilesh mused.

The evidence were infront of him, scattered around with Abhay's closeness with the unknown girl, Achintya's calmness despite the 'girl' they thought he was in love with getting married, is she the one for whom he dragged Abhishek to the brink of the hell..

"Nupur warned you to not mingle with the Mishras. She told you..didn't she? Do you even have any idea what this all means? Just how big of a blunder you have created? Out of all the girls you could have choose you choose her? Her? A Brahmin? "

The major difference between their family, status,upbringing, values were one thing.. the difference between their caste, their clan, their belives were just another.

Brahmins were considered as the next to the gods in their society and Achintya really has gone for one of them. One of them.

"Does Raghuveer Mishra is aware about this?Of how this honourable family member of his is auctioning his reputation-  " A whimper left from her trembling lips as Achintya's intense eyes found his brother's. The shade of the brown clashes ; one intense another fierce.

"Enough Bhaisahab. "

"Why? Did you thought enough before committing this crime. Did she thought enough before getting involved with you, I tell you Achintya..no girl from the  reputable family and good values will pull something like what she has-"

"ENOUGH." The roar echoed bounced from the wall, Mithilesh who has only had the fortune of hearing or seeing Achintya's angered form only the few times has finally earned the honour of having it occured to himself. "DON'T..just don't- please.."

Mithilesh eyed the girl standing behind his brother looking at him with horror in her eyes and a snicker left from his lips. So it seems, the dearest Niyati has also just had first time experience of this self of Achintya's.

For their was a fresh slaught of the tears running down her eyes to her cheeks with her palms covering her mouth, shaking like the dry leaf in the storm. How can she even think of being with him..when she can't even handle a little bit of his temper.

"You can say anything to me Bhai, but don't point your words towards her. Just don't please. "

"Fine, if that's what you want. But answer me Achintya..how many mouths you are gonna shut when this news comes out in the light. One, two, three..hundreds of others? Because..I assures you that soon there will be gonna more than hundreds of the voices pointing their fingers towards her."

"No problem. My hands won't hesitate to severe those tongues that will even think of that. My problem lies with you..the person who promised me to be on my side only to turn their back to me."

It did the trick. Because the next second Mithilesh's facial expressions changed from the rage to the defeated then to the blank. He indeed said..he agreed to accept whatever Achintya will thrust on his face and to be clear he somehow, already had the hunch. It's just..now that it has come true Mithilesh is refusing to accept that.

If he..if he just left out the difference that is related to their caste, Niyati seems like the good girl -but then which girl with good quality go around with man as dangerous as Achintya? -

"I have no worries for the outsider if its my family that stands by me. I have never asked you anything Bhaisahab before..but I'm asking you this now, stay on my side instead of on the other. Because nothing can stops me from making her my wife one day..and I'll make sure that happens. Despite getting zero support from everyone..I'm alone is enough. "

The two set of the eyes fixed on him, one with a defeated expression the another with eternal adoration in them. Mithilesh having had nothing to say after it..- he was more than familiar that when that stubborn glint covers his brother's eyes, nothing could ever change his mind. - kicked the nearby stool with force making it rattle and fell on the side with a loud thump.

"I.." he said rubbing his eyes and face.."even if you have my support Achintya the decision will still stands with Papa. Untill then..I can only give you my words that I'll act like I know nothing untill you drop this bomb on him. That is the most I can do now."

"Thankyou Bhaisahab. It is more than enough. "

_

Niyati won't stop trembling, the sobs wouldn't stop, the tears still gliding from her eyes. Mithilesh Chaudhary's words echoing in her ears -

Did she thought enough before getting involved with you, I tell you Achintya..no girl from the  reputable family and good values will pull something like what she has..

soon there will be gonna more than hundreds of the voices pointing their fingers towards her.

Of how this honourable family member of his is auctioning his reputation-

Their was a splotch of the wetness on his yellow shirt made by her tears "stop it Jaan. If you want to spend more time with me just tell me..no need to dehydrated your body and get ad-.."

"Achintya.." and the sobs increased with his name on her lips "don't..what- what we will do- do now?"

"First..you are gonna wipe these tears. They are making you look uglier than before -" wiping her face gently with the handkerchief he whispers, pressing a warm kiss in the middle of her forehead when she closes her eyes "-then..you will return to your home, you have your exam in three days. Go study-"

"How will I? After this-"

"So you are gonna fail your exams?" A hue of red covers her neck hearing his words, making Niyati cringe. "Nothing should matters to you except your studies. Focus on that. "

Achintya was sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the door with Niyati in his lap clutching his shirt. As he said those words, Niyati buries her face in his chest. "Hm. Tell me-" for she inclines her face towards him "-how you will manage bade Sarkar?"

"I'm more than accumulate with my bhaisahab's temper. Beside, I know him well Jaan, he might be furious with me now but at the end of the day he will still be the person who will stand by me no matters what happenes."

"But still..what-what he said was true.. " -making her my wife one day- if it was some other time and place Niyati would have turned scarlet with shame and excitement of finally having her biggest doubt to be cleared. With being always worried of what he thinks of her to knowing Achintya see a future with her..it was her biggest relief.

"Some, yes. All, no. Right now..none of it matters because he gave his words to not tell anyone except bhabhi ofcourse, because if he knows..she knows it naturally. So we can keep today on the backsit and focus on other things."

"What other things?" Ask a confused Niyati.

"Of why you are here? You shouldn't have come Jaan..imagine if it was someone other than bhaisahab who saw you today. I gave my words to you that I won't kill anyone infront of you-"

"Please stop." A soft palm covers his lips from saying anything more. It was both with Niyati being mortified and embarrassed and horrified and worried by his words. The implication that he will commit a murder for her was extremely outputting. She has seen him fight once..and that day still haunts her sometimes as her nightmares.

Kissing the underside of her palm he gently pull it away from his face, "I tell you Niyati -" her big eyes instantly focuses on him hearing her name from his lips. He only have called her 'Niyati' during their initial days or during their fight. "don't come to those places where I don't bought you. There are so many of our enemies lurking in the corner and behind the shadows, waiting to strike that if they ever get the whiff of our weakness they wouldn't hesitate to lurch."

And so really..her heart could stop beating so fast at his words, he is being this serious and Niyati can't help but let her mind find meaning behind his words...

"But I wanted to see you. I wanted to know whether or not you are alright..of how you are coping with this situation."

The warm lips of his descends on her cheeks leaving the sweetest kiss "I'm all fine after seeing you-"

"I ruined half of it-"

"Nothing is ruined. Today or tomorrow people will get to know. It is better that happens or otherwise I was waiting for your sister's wedding to end so I can introduce you to my family -"

"Really? You thought that?"

"Ofcourse I did. I fucking have planned my whole life with you and..I'm feeling little offended now.."

"No please.." the hint of smile on her face was enough to make him feel light. "Continue.."

Achintya knew.. Niyati was worried about their future. Worried from the lack of the verbal confirmation..the girls so very much wants to heard daily..but he already has confessed his love for her a long time before.

It was when he went to her doors even after being rejected that badly, or during her sister's engagement when he saw her after so many days, the first time he saw her in the saree standing there on the terrace as the lone beauty, when he hugged her and kissed her and even in their most passionate moment he only thought of her comfort then letting his primal urge take over,

But really..it was when Achintya realises his love for her was when she came to the hospital, crying after seeing him all wounded, and the realisation hits him hard that in the all of the horror of the world..the horror he fears the most is seeing her tears. He would rather take hundreds of the bullet on his chest then to see her cry..

He hasn't weaved his confession in the words because he is waiting for her. Waiting for her to confess first. Niyati didn't get much choices in their relationship, it was him to pursued her, started the conversation, bought her in this mess.

And so..he is giving her the chance. By not burdening her with his own confessions, letting her come to terms on her own. He did not wanted to be the first to confess and Niyati to become a  follower who recites his words.

"But who can put any harm on me? You are surrounded by the family and your people from the all side-"

"Sometimes the biggest betrayal comes from the place where you least expect to, my father say this often. And so, even with family..I could not let my heart bare and naked. "

As he brings her to his chest, hugging her frail body to his, Achintya couldn't help but to think..at how often with Niyati..he led his heart bare so many times..and each time the girl has cradled it with care and protected it with her own.

it was as if it was natural..natural for her to stand in between him and the upcoming danger as his shield .

Just something this minute and it was enough for Achintya to know..that with Niyati..his biggest worry would never be to bare his heart but will be not be able to.

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6k words..that is why I divided it into two parts.

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Finally Mithilesh biggest fear came true. Boy can now scream in peace.

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