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As he uttered the words, "Ha mar jayege hum," (Yes, i will die)his face remained a mask, devoid of any discernible emotion. Yet, his eyes betrayed the torrent of feelings roiling within him. They spoke volumes, revealing a love so deep it ached, a pain so profound it was almost tangible. In those eyes, there was a fierce passion tempered by patience, a longing forged in the crucible of countless nights spent alone.
Every glance, every tear that slipped silently down his face, was a testament to the love he bore for her. Each night he lay in bed, her absence beside him was a gaping void, a reminder of the intimacy they once shared. The tears he shed were silent prayers, an outpouring of his soul's yearning.
For a month, he endured the bittersweet agony of her presence. She was there, close enough to touch, yet maddeningly distant from his heart. The daily proximity was a cruel twist of fate, an unrelenting reminder of what he could not reclaim. Each moment with her was a paradox, a blend of hope and despair, of love and longing, leaving him suspended in a painful limbo.
Mr. R, she said, her voice quivering with emotion as his words cut deep into her heart. She could feel the pain behind them, a pain reflected in his eyes every time he looked at her.
"Baal khol lijiye, madam (Please let your hair down, madam)," he said as he stepped into the elevator. She stood there, frozen, still lost in the whirlwind of his emotions. His presence was overwhelming, each glance and word he uttered pulling her deeper into the vortex of his unspoken suffering.
It took a moment for his request to register. "Kyun? (Why?)" she asked, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch the bun in her hair. Why did he want her to let her hair down? She wondered, sensing there was more to his request than a simple preference. There was a story there, a connection she couldn't yet grasp, but she felt it tugging at her, pulling her closer to understanding the depths of his feelings.
"Hume sans nhi aa rahi hai..." (I can't breathe...), he said, his voice filled with a familiar reverence as he gazed at her. He had always admired her long, black hair, which, when left open, transformed her into a fairy from a fictional world in his eyes. But today, her hair was tied up, and the magic seemed a bit diminished.
"A..." Before she could finish, the elevator door closed with a finality that echoed through the corridor. he was gone, leaving her alone with his unfinished words and the deep love that sparkled in his blue eyes. The moment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings and the bittersweet sensation of missed opportunities.
As she turned, the strands of her hair cascaded down, framing her determined expression as she strode purposefully towards his cabin. Sitting down, she felt a buzz from her phone-a message appeared: "Aap apna waqt lijiye."( Take your time ) A smile played across her lips, cheeks flushing pink at the thought of him. Her gaze fell to her reflection, fingers instinctively adjusting her long hair, lost in thoughts of him and him alone.
(Usne puchha bina mere jawab ke Aap mar jayege , to humne bhi jawab meh likha :
"Jab se dekha hai tujhko
Ye aankhe tarsi hai teri har ek parschai ko
Teri sanso meh dhunda naam apna hai ..
Teri aankho meh dekha sath apna hai....
Paheli Nazar meh Jo deewana kar gayi tu meri vo paheli mohabbat ban gayi ....
Mere ye ishq tere hotho se ha sunne ka mahotaj nhi .....
Tu kar ya na kar tu hi meri sachhi mohabbat ban gayi ....")
("When she asked me if you would die without my answer, I also wrote in reply:
"Since I've seen you, these eyes have yearned for every shade of yours. In your breaths, I've searched for my name. In your eyes, I've seen our companionship. The first glance made me crazy, that first love became. My love doesn't need to hear from your lips. Whether you do or not, you have become my true love.")
Aadish pov
As I entered the near-office penthouse, the aura shifted palpably. Armaan, already present, tensed visibly at my arrival. My voice, normally soft and measured, carried an edge that spoke of imminent danger-sharp as a blade and just as lethal.
"Mila vo..."( You found him??)My words trailed off, thick with a warning that hung heavy in the air. There was darkness within me, a dormant monster awakened by the threat to my people. It lurked beneath the surface, unleashed only when those I cared for were endangered.
Armaan's reaction was telling; fear danced in his eyes, mirroring the dread that others felt when faced with the devil that lurked within me. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, the protective instinct burned fiercely, transforming me into a force to be reckoned with-a guardian willing to embrace the darkness to shield those under my care.
Can..ada...meh hai , armaan said his words where not proper as he too understand the thing this time thakur had done was not simple and asy to do thing. He must have planned this attack for a month . In this month so many things change we arranged 25% more security to our home and office.
My possessive behaviour toward my vani become more strong I never left her alone not for a single second. It makes my life uneasy and tense even thinking that what happened that day before i came how that bastard was seeing her and the way he make her feel uncomfortable I am going to give him the most brutal death even a person can think in his mind .
In the quiet, sprawling neighborhoods of Canada, life had taken an uneasy turn. The words Armaan spoke echoed through my mind, a testament to the gravity of the situation. He acknowledged his previous missteps, understanding now that Thakur's actions were far from simple. The meticulous planning, the calculated audacity - it must have taken him a month to orchestrate this attack.
Over that month, our world shifted dramatically. Security around our home and office increased by 25%, a necessary precaution in these tense times. My protective instincts toward Vani grew stronger, transforming into an almost obsessive vigilance. I couldn't bear to leave her alone, not even for a moment. This constant state of alertness, the relentless fear, it was wearing me down.
I couldn't shake the image of that day from my mind. The thought of Thakur, his predatory gaze lingering on Vani, the way he made her feel so vulnerable and exposed - it consumed me with rage. The unease and tension were palpable, an ever-present reminder of the threat that lurked.
As I looked at Vani, I vowed to make Thakur pay. The brutality of the revenge I envisioned was beyond anything I had ever imagined. The torment I planned for him would be the stuff of nightmares, a retribution so severe that it would send a clear message: no one, absolutely no one, could harm what was mine and escape unscathed.
Flashback
In elevater when aadish and armaan was going to his cabin .
Aadish's heart raced as he struggled to calm his breathing. "Thakur hasn't come to admire our office design," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and anxiety. His hands, usually steady and composed, now betrayed his inner turmoil with nervous tremors. Thakur's mere presence seemed to resurrect the dormant demons within Aadish, casting a dark shadow over his normally composed demeanor.
"Armaan," Aadish commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere, "replace all our trained personnel with the entire building's employees within the next ten minutes."
Armaan looked at Aadish, surprised by the urgency in his tone. "But why?" he questioned, struggling to grasp the reasoning behind Aadish's abrupt order. He couldn't comprehend why Thakur might be plotting something in their office.
Aadish turned to him, his eyes blazing with determination. "Just do it," he insisted firmly, leaving no room for further debate. The presence of Thakur had ignited a sense of urgency in Aadish, compelling him to take immediate action to safeguard their interests.
"Tumne kya lagta hai, hamare aas paas snipers pic nikalne to nahi aaye honge na," Aadish remarked to Armaan, recalling the first thing he had noticed upon arriving at the office, triggering his sixth sense , and prompting him to ponder what Thakur might have done before.
"But what's the issue? Our windows are highly bulletproof, and we have the best security installed in our building," Armaan retorted in a chilling tone that caused Aadish to doubt his decision to trust and delegate so many responsibilities to someone he now considered an idiot.
"That doesn't mean Armaan ki hum chup chap baithe rahe, kisi ko bhi harm nahi hona chahiye [That doesn't mean we should sit quietly, no harm should come to anyone]," Aadish stated firmly, observing Armaan's unusually relaxed demeanor in the tense situation. Armaan informed Aadish of "bhabhi sa's" arrival [sister-in-law has arrived], prompting Aadish to respond calmly, "Tum unki tension na lo [Don't worry about her]." The elevator doors opened as they reached their floor, Armaan simply replied with a "yes" and swiftly turned his attention to his work.
Flashback
When armaan entered in aadish cabin after gunshot
Armaan approached the cabin with a sense of urgency, each step deliberate as he closed the distance to Avantika. But before he could reach her, she swiftly gathered her belongings and departed, not sparing a single glance back. Her exit was decisive, her stride unwavering, leaving behind an air of finality. In her haste, it was clear she had no intention of staying a moment longer.
Armaan paused, his outstretched hand left suspended in mid-air. He watched her disappear from sight, a mixture of frustration and relief washing over him. Thankfully, he had managed to handle everything necessary before heading to the cabin, a small consolation in the face of her abrupt departure. The room now felt emptier, the echoes of what might have been lingering in the silence she left behind.
As Avantika hurriedly exited the cabin, Aadish followed closely behind her. The entire office was in chaos, fully trained operatives of Aadish's team positioned strategically, guns at the ready. The scene they left in their wake was one of utter carnage. Lifeless bodies lay scattered across the floor, pools of blood spreading beneath them, victims of a swift and brutal attack that had left no room for reaction.
The once orderly office now resembled a nightmarish vision of hell, dominated by the merciless efficiency of Aadish Rajawat's team. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. In front of the cold, unflinching eyes of Aadish's men, the remnants of their swift and lethal operation were strewn about, a grim testament to their lethal proficiency.
In the midst of this horror, Armaan stood frozen, his thoughts racing as he took in the sight. He had known Aadish's reputation, but witnessing it firsthand was something entirely different. The office had become a blood-soaked battleground, a chilling reminder of the power and ruthlessness that Aadish wielded without hesitation.
As Aadish followed her, he quickened his pace. Before Avantika could reach a nearby cab, he grabbed her hand and swiftly pulled her towards a pillar. Concealed from view, he stood close to her, ensuring they were hidden from prying eyes.
Avantika's voice trembled as she spoke, "Ye aap kya kare hai, boss?" (What are you doing, boss?) Her eyes were wide, a mix of confusion and fear etched across her face as she felt his strong grip around her.
His concern was evident, his brow furrowed and eyes filled with worry. "Aap thik to hai?" (Are you okay?) he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The tension in the air was palpable, each second stretching into an eternity. Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening like unshed diamonds, each one a testament to the pain that stabbed at her heart, over and over, with the force of a thousand knives.
In that moment, their worlds seemed to collide, emotions raw and unfiltered, as they stood on the precipice of an unspoken understanding.
Mai ladne nhi gayi thi jo mujhe chot aayegi , ye bss vo mai dar gayi thi isiliye, ("I didn't go to fight; it's just that I was scared that I might get hurt.")As she stood there, her words hung in the air, a poignant admission of vulnerability she hadn't intended to reveal. She noticed his gaze fixed upon her, quietly observing the tears that welled in her eyes. The moment seemed suspended between them, heavy with unspoken emotions.
His response was gentle yet firm, [saying], "Jab tak hum hain, aapko darne ki zaroorat nahi" ([saying], "As long as I'm here, you don't need to be afraid"), his voice a soothing balm to her unsettled heart. Despite their proximity, he still held her wrist, [a subtle gesture of support], as if to anchor her in that fragile moment.
As she withdraws her hands abruptly, it's evident she's grappling with conflicted feelings. Her departure is swift, marked by a terse remark about the cabs arrival.
Meanwhile, he remains rooted in place, a smile lingering on his lips. Initially charming, it hints at amusement over her charming yet perplexing behavior. However, this façade quickly dissipates. His smile twists into a menacing smirk, revealing a darker side beneath the surface.His eyes, once warm, now glint with an unsettling intensity. They betrayed a deep-seated malevolence, hinting at a hidden agenda or a sinister motive. In their depths, a silent promise resonatesâan ominous pledge to wreak havoc upon the very world they inhabit.Her unease is palpable, stemming not only from his sudden transformation but also from the primal intensity emanating from his gaze. It's a chilling revelation of a person capable of great harm, shrouded in the guise of charm moments ago.
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