The Sinister

9.

Le chal waha Jo

Mulk tera hai

Jahil zamana

Dushman mera hai

~Zayran to sita

“Music sari raat chale ga, jaanu nacho haule haule” I sing softly while fixing his bed.

(The music will play all night, baby, dance slowly slowly)

I hum the tune under my breath, smoothing the bedsheet and arranging the pillows neatly. I slept the entire day and woke up only a few hours ago, so I came here to clean his room a little.

I don’t even know when I fell asleep in his room last night. When I wake up in the morning. I was sure he will shout at me. But he doesn’t shout. Instead, he gives me a break and tells me to rest.

Kanha…Maybe he is not as bad as people talk about him. Maybe the stories are louder than the truth.

Before my cart of thoughts can run any further, the door of his room suddenly bursts open. The loud sound makes my eyes widen and my heart jump. I turn around quickly.

Liyara stands there.

She glares at me as if she will kill me with her eyes alone. Her jaw is tight, her eyes burning with anger. My breath catches in my throat.

Wait… lagta hai sir ne kuch kaha hai, is liye gusse mein yahan aayi hai, BeChArI.

(Wait… it feels like sir had done something to her, that’s why she came here angrily)

“Sir is downstairs” I say slowly.

Before I can even finish my sentence, she takes fast steps toward me. Her sudden movement makes me step back without thinking. My back hits the edge of the bed.

And before my mind can understand or process anything, she grabs my wrist tightly. Her fingers dig into my skin, rough. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as she starts dragging me out of the room.

“L..leave my hand… w...what happened?” I say, my voice trembling as I try to walk properly behind her.

She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t even look back. She drags me downstairs in a harsh manner, pulling me as if I am nothing but an object. My feet struggle to keep up with her speed.

Fear creeps inside me slowly, wrapping around my ribs, making it hard to breathe. My eyes start getting moist but I blink rapidly, trying to stop them from falling.

I hate myself for this habit of mine, for getting scared so easily, for crying when I don’t want to, for feeling weak even when I try so hard to be strong.

“What are you doing, Liyara?” his mother says from the dining table as her eyes fall on us.

The moment she speaks, everyone else gets up from their seats, everyone except him. He remains seated.

“Aunty, she is not here for work” Liyara says sharply, her voice loud and filled with anger. “She is here trying to seduce Zayran for money. Fire her!”

She shouts in front of everyone. Her words hit me like a slap. My eyes go wide in shock and my breath gets stuck in my chest. She tightens her grip on my wrist even more, her nails pressing into my skin painfully.

Suddenly, she leaves my hand. The sudden freedom makes me look up at her without thinking. And then I notice where her eyes are fixed.

Him.

His gaze is locked on my wrist, the same place where she was holding me tightly just a few seconds ago. I feel my hand tremble on its own.

“This is not the truth. She is innocent” Yuvan says firmly. Everyone turns to look at him.

Something inside me softens at that moment. My chest feels warm and heavy at the same time.

“Yes” Shuraya adds, stepping forward slightly. “As much as I have seen her, she is not that kind of girl. And blaming others for something they didn’t do doesn’t make you good” His words make my eyes sting.

Trust me, right now I want to cry so badly. I don’t even understand what is happening. The fact that they are taking a helper’s side instead of hers makes my heart overflow with emotions.

“But I have seen her!” Liyara says loudly, trying her best to make everyone believe her words. “You all are innocent. You don’t know about such people” Her voice is desperate, almost frantic. She looks around, searching for support but her words feel hollow now.

“Liyara, there might be some misunderstanding, beta” his chachu says gently, his tone calm and trying to control the situation.

Liyara shakes her head stubbornly, her eyes filled with frustration and anger, refusing to listen.

“No, chachu, she is...” Liyara opens her mouth to speak again, her voice sharp and desperate.

This time, his mother cuts her off. “Zayran, what is the matter?” she asks slowly.

Her voice makes him finally look up from his plate. He places his spoon down and gets up. The sound of the chair moving feels loud in the silence.

He walks toward us with steady steps. My eyes stay fixed on the ground. I don’t look up. I am scared to death right now. My hands tremble slightly and my heartbeat refuses to slow down.

“If she is here for money” he says coldly “how did you recognize her so easily?” He pauses for a second, his voice turning sharper. “Or should I say… only a thief can recognize another thief”

His words make me look up from the ground without realizing it. My eyes lift straight toward him. Liyara’s eyes widen as everyone hears this. Shock spreads across her face. The room goes completely silent.

Before anyone can say anything else, he turns and starts moving toward the stairs.

“Before fixing the marriage date, think twice” he says to his family without turning back.

I stand there, frozen, trying to process what is actually happening in this mansion. My mind feels numb.

Liyara dashes outside in anger and humiliation. One by one, others start moving toward their rooms. Except the youngsters.

“We are sorry from her side” Ishita says, standing in front of me with a sad smile.

Her words make me look at her in slight shock. “N...no, ma’am, don't say sorry” I say, forcing a small smile on my lips.

“And thanks a lot for being with the truth” I add, looking at everyone around me. I smile at them with full of gratitude in my eyes. I turn around and start walking toward my room.

But I stop when I hear voices behind me.

“Bhai bahot chalak hai. Bina kuch kiye hi uska sach sab ke saamne le aaye” Om says, laughing softly.

(Brother is very clever. Without doing anything, he brought her truth in front of everyone)

The others nod their heads in agreement. “Aise hi thodi woh Zayran Kaalver hai” Shuraya says.

(It’s not for nothing that he is Zayran Kaalver)

I stand there, confused. What are they talking about? Was it his plan… or something else?

“Kanha, mujhe toh kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha hai” I say while walking fast toward my room.

(Kanha, I don’t understand anything at all)

“Tujhe kab kuch samajh aata hai?” my subconscious says dryly.

(When do you ever understand anything?)

I ignore him the same way I ignore samosa ki chutney, completely. But why does she come here and start accusing me like that? And why does he say that a thief can recognize another.....Wait… kya usne mujhe Tara ki chocolates churaate hue dekh liya tha?

(Did he see me stealing Tara’s chocolates?)

No, no. I steal them at three in the morning. No one can see me at that time. My steps slow down as my heart starts racing.

“Sakhi, tumne chocolate chura kar....” Kanha starts speaking. I shut him up immediately.

(My friend, you steal chocolate....)

“Aap toh na hi bolo is matter mein toh achha hai” I say, placing my hands on my waist. “Because aap khud dusron ka makkhan chura kar khaate the, Kanha” I add with a smirk on my face.

(You better not speak in this matter. You yourself used to steal and eat others’ butter, Kanha)

“Shubh ratri, Sakhi” he says.

(Good night, Sakhi)

I flip my hair. “Mujh se jo takrayega, mitti mein mil jayega”

(Whoever messes with me will be crushed into dust)

“Kuch time pehle itna bada kaand hua aur inko dekho, farak hi nahi padta” my subconscious says again.

(Such a big incident happened some time ago and look at her, she don’t even care)

“Toh kya us kaand ko le kar zindagi bhar rona-roti rahun main?” I say, “Mujhe bhi zindagi jeene ka haq hai”

(So should I cry about that incident my whole life? I also have the right to live my life happily)

I enter inside and see Tara already sleeping like Manjulika, her blanket half fallen, her face calm and dramatic at the same time.

I sigh, pick up my pillow and hit my head against it. And....zzZZZZzz.

“Is everything ready?” the club manager asks the workers, his sharp eyes moving around the room as he checks every corner.

“Yes, everything is ready” they reply together. The manager nod his head once.

“And make sure no girl passes by here or enters this room” the manager says again, “Otherwise, you all know what the boss will do” He reminds the staff this for the tenth time already in the last half hour.

“Yes, sir” they reply again.

It is 2 a.m. at night. The club is packed with youngsters, the air heavy with loud music. People are partying, laughing and dancing without care.

Many of them are waiting for him or rather, almost everyone is waiting for him because the news spreads fast that he is coming here tonight.

They fear him. They curse him. Yet, they are dying to get a glimpse of him. And a few of them even want to become like him.

“Move” Grover says firmly as he walks in front of his boss, making sure no one can even touch him slightly.

He walks calmly toward the room that belongs to him. Even though the loud music keeps playing, people slowly stop moving. Heads turn in his direction. Eyes follow him silently.

His gaze stays fixed on his phone, as if the entire club exists only in the background.

He enters inside his room and sits down on the sofa heavily. The door closes behind him, cutting off the loud music of the club. His eyes slowly move toward Grover.

Grover understands the silent command immediately. He nods once and walks out of the room to call someone.

A man in his early forties enters the room with Grover. The man bows his head respectfully in front of Zayran.

“Sir, I tried to find out but I failed” the man says carefully. Zayran’s eyes close at his words. He takes a long, deep breath. He reaches forward, grabs the glass from the table and takes a sip of it. The burn of the drink does nothing to calm him.

His eyes now fix on the floor in front of him. “But sir” the man continues quickly “I came to know that it’s something related to the Rajputs”

The moment he says this, Zayran’s head snaps up. His sharp eyes lock onto the man’s face, demanding the truth without a single word.

“This is hundred percent correct information, sit” the man says nervously. “I heard three of them talking. They were saying that the Rajputs’ secret should not be opened in front of you”

Zayran starts taking deep breaths, one after another. His chest rises and falls rapidly. Without looking away, he lifts the glass and drinks the entire remaining drink in one single sip.

“Out” he says coldly, his eyes shifting toward the club outside.

The man bows his head once again and walks out quickly. Grover remains standing quietly at the side.

Zayran stares at one place. His eyes are blank but his mind is a complete mess. Thoughts crash into each other as he tries to figure out what the actual truth is. With every passing day, it becomes harder to connect the pieces.

He takes another glass and sips from it slowly.

Throwing his head back, he closes his eyes. His shoe taps against the floor.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes the moment those eyes flash in his mind.

His breathing turns heavy. He throws the glass away. It shatters on the floor with a sharp sound.

He rubs his face with his hands, trying to calm himself. Then he opens his hair, letting it fall freely over his shoulders.

“Head maid” he says, looking at Grover.

Grover replies immediately, without missing a second. “Exactly where she belongs”. Zayran smirk as he hears the reply. He takes out his cigarette, places it between his lips and lights it. Smoke curls slowly around him.

“Grover” he calls. Grover walks toward him and sits beside him without hesitation.

“Yes, boss” Grover says. He reaches for the bottle, pours a drink for Zayran and then one for himself. The sound of liquid filling the glasses is the only noise in the room.

“Why does she want to marry me when she clearly knows that I am not the one?” he asks, picking up his glass and taking a slow sip. “And why is my family so eager to marry me to her?”

Grover listens carefully, then takes his own glass and replies, “Boss, she is after you because you are the most powerful man in this entire galaxy. She won’t get anyone like you. And your family is eager because they will get benefits by joining hands with them” Zayran nod his head.

They both drink slowly. The room falls silent for a few minutes.

“How do you understand everything that I don’t even say?” Zayran asks quietly, his eyes closing.

“Because I have been working with you for more than six years, boss” Grover replies, taking another sip. “And you are such a simple and pure soul. How can people not understand you?”

Zayran lets out a small breath and says “Everyone calls you my chamcha”

(Chamcha = follower / right-hand man)

“That’s an honor for me, boss. And they don’t know what I know about you” Grover says, taking another sip of his drink.

Zayran smiles slowly, just a little. “What happens when we fall in love with someone?” he asks quietly.

Grover looks at him in confusion and fear, this is the first time in his entire working career that his boss asks such a question. His hand tightens slightly around the glass.

“B...boss, I… I don’t know” he replies slowly.

Zayran opens his eyes and looks at him, his head tilted slightly. “Grover” he says in a slightly strict tone.

Before Zayran can say anything else, Grover lifts the glass and drinks the entire thing in one go. He exhales slowly and gathers himself.

“Har kuch adhoora lagta hai us insaan ke bina. Duniya ki har cheez se dil uth jaata hai aur kahin sukoon nahi milta. Kitni bhi achhi cheez kha lo, pehan lo, kitni bhi achhi jagah chale jao ya life kitni bhi luxury ho, par agar woh na ho toh sukoon nahi milta” Grover says, pouring himself another drink.

(Everything feels incomplete without that person. You lose interest in everything in the world and find no peace anywhere. No matter how good the food, clothes, places or luxury, if that person is not there, you don’t find peace)

“Aur agar woh ho toh?” Zayran asks, his eyes fixed on Grover.

(And if that person is there?)

Grover’s head shoots up. He doesn’t expect this question from his boss at all.

“Aur agar woh ho toh har cheez sukoon deti hai” Grover says, his voice softer now.

“Unka hasna, bolna, ya sirf aapko dekhna, har cheez sukoon deti hai. Aur agar pyaar karne wala saccha ho na, toh sukhi roti bhi jannat lagti hai. Kitni bhi takleef ho, agar aap unke kandhe par sir rakh kar thoda ro lo na, toh saare dard khatam ho jaate hain”

(And if that person is there, then everything brings peace.

Their laughter, their words or even just looking at you, everything feels comforting.

And if that person loves you is truly, even dry bread feels like heaven.

No matter how much pain there is, if you rest your head on their shoulder and cry a little, all the pain fades away)

As he finishes speaking, Grover’s eyes slowly fill with moisture, emotions he doesn’t even try to hide.

“Grover, are you in love with someone?” He asks quietly.

Grover's fingers tighten around the glass in his hand. The pressure is so strong that his knuckles turn pale. He nods his head slowly.

“Did she love you back?” He asks again. Grover nods again.

“You are lucky” Zayran says. Grover shakes his head immediately and drinks the entire glass in one go.

“I’m not, boss” Grover says, his voice heavy. “I’m the worst person in her life. She confessed to me and I rejected her”

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

“Because I don’t want her to face everything I have faced in my life” he continues.

“And my current life is something where I can’t even promise if I will stay alive the next second or not.

So how can I promise her to live with her forever?

”

His chest rises and falls as he takes deep breaths.

Silence settles between them. Neither of them speaks for a moment.

“Boss, are you in love with someone?” Grover asks carefully.

Zayran chuckles, “I don’t believe in love. I hate the word love to my core, Grover” He throws the cigarette into the ashtray.

“But what if a woman walks into your life?” Grover asks.

A slow smirk appears on Zayran’s lips. “If a woman enters my life, then I will not love her” he says.

Grover looks at him in confusion. “Then?” he asks.

Zayran gets up from the couch, “You’ll see yourself, Grover” he says.

He starts walking out of the room. Grover quickly gets up and walks faster behind him.

“90s ka zamana tha aur aashiq bhi purana tha” Sita says seriously.

(It was the era of the 90s and the lover was also old-school)

Tara listens to her with all the focus in the world, her eyes fixed on Sita as if nothing else exists.

“Then?” Tara asks while walking upstairs slowly, her entire attention still on Sita and not on the stairs at all.

“Maine saaf-saaf keh diya, abhi abhi paida hui hoon main, in sab chakkaron mein nahi pad sakti. Aur aap umar mein mujh se 35 saal bade ho” Sita continues dramatically.

(I clearly told him, I just born a few seconds ago, I can’t get into all these matters. And you are 35 years older than me)

She pauses for a second, then adds with a dreamy expression “Par Tara, woh doctor bahut handsome tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise tez bhatti ki aag mein sikha hua garam-naram pav, bas kha jao”

(But Tara, that doctor was very handsome. He looked like a hot, soft pav baked in a blazing furnace, something so delicious)

Tara stops for a second, questioning her entire existence after hearing this.

“Sita, chal tujhe pav khilati hoon zahar daal kar” Tara says, glaring at Sita angrily.

(Come on, I’ll feed you pav mixed with poison)

Sita only grins. “I’m not hungry, girl” Sita says casually. “Aur mera time kharab mat karo. Mujhe bahut kaam hota hai. Koi aisi-waisi helper nahi hoon main. Mansion ke owner ke room ki dekh-bhaal karti hoon main, samjhi?”

(And don’t waste my time. I have a lot of work. I’m not some random helper. I take care of the mansion owner’s room, understand?)

She starts walking upstairs fast but Tara suddenly hits her hard on her bum. Sita winces in pain.

“Chichori ladki” Sita snaps back.

(Shameless girl)

She runs faster toward his room. Reaching the door, she knocks and waits for a few seconds. When there is no response, she slowly walks inside.

She stops immediately. He is still sleeping. What makes her eyes widen is his condition. Her smile fades instantly. Fear replaces the teasing spark in her eyes. She gulps hard, her throat going dry as she stares at him in silence.

He is sweating badly, his forehead and neck wet as his body trembles slightly. His head shakes slowly from side to side. One of his hands holds the bedsheet tightly, his fingers curled into the fabric as if his life depends on it.

He mumbles weakly in his sleep, his voice broken. “I… I’m i..innocent. L...leave me. T...trust me, I’m not t...the o...one. Plea… please, I b...beg you… l...leave me”

Hearing his words, something breaks inside her heart. The pain hits her suddenly. She takes a slow, scared step toward him, her feet feeling heavy. Her heart aches badly without any clear reason, as if his pain is pulling her in.

“P...please… I beg you” he says again. This time, a tear slips out of the corner of his eye. Then another. Slowly, one by one, his tears wet his face. His expression is twisted with fear and helplessness.

She freezes where she stands. She wants to wake him up. She wants to tell him everything is fine. But fear stops her. What if he doesn’t like her seeing him like this, so broken, so vulnerable?

She slowly extends her hand toward his face, her fingers trembling, wanting to wipe his tears away. But she stops when she sees him taking hard, deep breaths, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

Her hand pulls back. She turns around quietly and walks outside the room. She closes the door slowly, carefully, making sure it doesn’t make any sound.

Her mind starts running in a direction it shouldn’t.

“I...is there anything that is bothering him… something that no one knows?” she asks herself softly. Something wet falls onto her hand. She looks down.

A tear.

She wipes her eyes instantly, taking a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

He wakes up with a jerk, gasping for air. Deep, hard breaths escape his mouth as he struggles to calm himself. His hand flies to his chest, gripping it tightly. His heart squeezes painfully, so painfully that he feels like tearing it out of its cage just to lessen the ache.

He doesn’t wait even a second. He gets up from the bed and takes long, rushed steps toward the bathroom. He stands under the shower and turns it on. Cold water pours down on him.

His eyes close as he tries to calm his racing mind. His head spins slightly. He wants to sleep again, peacefully, without fear. But the memories keep coming back, one after another not letting him rest.

She enters the room slowly, carefully, her eyes scanning the space. When she sees that he isn’t there, she exhales softly in relief. She joins her hands near her chest and starts reciting something slowly under her breath.

She walks toward the bed and starts fixing it neatly, smoothing the sheets and arranging the pillows. The sound of running water reaches her ears from inside the bathroom. Her heart beats a little faster.

She deliberately places a vase on the table a little loudly, just enough to make a sound, so he can know that she is here.

“Kanha, is hafte ki meri koi bhi prarthana sweekar mat karna, par un sab ke badle is wali ko sweekar kar lena. Please unki takleef ko door kar do” she prays softly.

(Kanha, don’t accept any of my prayers from this week but in exchange, please accept this one. Please take away his pain)

The moment she realizes what she has just asked Kanha for, her eyes close tightly. Fear rushes through her body.

He comes out of the closet after getting ready for the day. He looks calmer now, more relaxed than before. His hair is slightly damp and his face is composed.

His eyes fall on her. She is cleaning the table where he works last night, carefully arranging things, lost in her task.

He doesn’t say anything. Without a word, he walks toward his table, pulls the chair back and sits down. He turns on the screen.

“Bring me those files” he says without looking up.

She lifts her head and looks around the room quickly. Her eyes fall on the files kept on the tea table. She walks toward them, picks them up carefully and moves back to him. She places the files neatly at his side.

His fingers move fast on the keypad, typing nonstop, his focus fixed on the screen.

“S...sir, should I bring coffee for you?” she asks hesitantly, her voice low. His fingers stop for a moment.

“Hmm” he replies simply. She nods and walks out of the room instantly not wasting even a second.

She walks downstairs quickly. Her eyes find almost everyone sitting in the living room. The youngsters are walking upstairs, shouting at Ishita about something.

She doesn’t say anything. Without stopping, she walks toward the kitchen and starts taking what she needs.

“Is baar coffee hi dena, mohtarma” her subconscious says.She grins innocently.

(This time, only give coffee, madam)

She takes the tray after the chef prepares everything and starts walking upstairs toward his room again. At the same time, the youngsters are now coming downstairs.

“Baat baat par gun kyun dikhate hain? Humne toh bas breakfast ke liye poocha tha” Yuv and Ishita say together.

(Why do they show a gun for everything? We only asked for breakfast)

“Aur kis tarah se poocha tha, woh bhi yaad kar lo” Shuraya says with an mocking smile.

(And remember the way you asked as well)

His words make Ishita and Yuv shut their mouths immediately.

“Main toh kehta hoon unki gun ki goliyan nikaal kar kanche khelte hain” Om says casually.

(We should take out the bullets from his gun and play marbles)

Everyone turns to look at him in shock. Even Sita looks at him, blinking her eyes in disbelief.

“Tumhara dimaag aur tumhari baatein hi tumhari maut ki wajah banengi kisi din” the three of them say together, looking at Om.

(Your brain and your words will become the reason for your death one day)

But they all stop suddenly when they see Sita standing there with a tray in her hands.

Everyone gathers around her at once. Their sudden movement makes her stop mid-step. She looks at them, confused and a little nervous, her fingers tightening around the tray.

“He asked you for breakfast inside his room?” Yuv asks with a teasing smile. At that exact moment, Sita, whose brain works properly only one month in a year, feels it completely stop working.

“Tell me, is he in love with you?” Shaurya asks suddenly. Her eyes widen in shock. She shakes her head immediately, almost too fast.

“Ohhh, so you are in love with him” Om says, grinning. Her eyes widen even more, her mouth opening slightly in disbelief.

“Because you are the first girl who is working in his room and he didn’t harm you till now for calling him darinda” the three MaTuRe men say together.

(Darinda = beast)

“Guys, yeh koi tareeka hai aise kisi se poochne ka?” Ishita shouts at her mature brothers, clearly annoyed.

(Guys, is this way to ask someone such things?)

Her shouting makes them shut their mouths instantly.

“Sita, kya tum aur mere bhai shaadi karne wale ho?” Ishi asks innocently. Her question makes her brothers turn toward her with bewakoof aurat look.

(foolish woman)

Sita looks at all of them, fear slowly creeping into her eyes. They are all staring at her as if Sita has borrowed something from them and is now refusing to return it.

“Speak” all four of them say together, their voices firm. Sita’s throat goes dry. She gulps hard, her heart thudding loudly in her chest as all eyes stay fixed on her face.

“Mera papa India hai” she says and the moment the words leave her mouth, she turns around and runs, faster than Milkha Singh, straight toward his room.

(My father is India)

Behind her, all four of them just stand there, staring at her back with abhi-abhi kya hua expressions, completely shocked and confused by what just happened.

“Pura ka pura ghar pagal hai. Thank God main in logo ki tarah nahi hoon. Intelligent hoon, warna kya hota mera” Sita mutters to herself while walking fast.

(This entire house is mad. Thank God I’m not like these people. I’m intelligent, otherwise what would have happened to me?)

She reaches the room, takes a small breath, knocks lightly on the door and then slowly steps inside.

Inside, he calmly takes the gun and places it back in its proper place. Sita quietly moves toward the tea table. She starts making coffee for him, her hands working carefully.

She places the coffee cup neatly on his table. Then she walks back to the tea table, takes bread, jam and Nutella, arranges them properly on a plate and places the plate in front of him.

“I don’t eat it” he says, taking a slow sip of his coffee. His eyes lift to her face. The weight of his gaze makes her lower her eyes to the plate immediately.

“What should I do with this then?” she asks softly, looking down at the bread.

“Eat them” he says. His eyes remain fixed on her face. She looks up at him, surprised. He nods his head slowly.

“Okay, thank you” she says politely and picks up the plate. She takes one bread, bites into it while walking toward the tea table. The moment the food touches her mouth, her shoulders start dancing in small, happy movements.

He turns his chair slightly, watching her. A faint shake of his head follows and then he turns back to his work, while she eats and resumes doing her chores.

Both of their hearts feel a small but noticeable change.

There is a subtle shift in their behavior.

She is still scared around him but not as much as before.

And he is not completely silent around her anymore, just a little but he does speak.

Dekho mai is story me chapters jab tak nahi likhti tab tak mujhe phel(feel) nahi aati chapter likhne ki.

Aur agar phel nahi aati to mai likhti bhi nahi hu.

Aur jab tak mai pheling ke sath nahi likhu gi na to kitna bada kitna bhi accha chapter likhne ka try Karu aap logo ko pasand nahi aaye ga.

Aap logo ko wo pheling nahi aaye gi. To us liye wait Kiya karo sundaryon.

Kuch log to chapter padhte sath hi "author next chapter" ?? are aysa thodi na hota hai. Manti hu story pasand aa rahi hai is liye puchte ho aur mujhe koi problem nahi hai aap logo ke aysa puchne se par meri pheling ko samjho na goizzzz??

Aap log nahi samjho ge to kon samjhe ga?! Kon hai tumhari author ka yaha BATAO?!?!

And thank you so much aap sab ko dil se because is story me mai wait karwa rahi thoda aur na hi chapter publish karne ka koi time fix hai bus isi reason ki wajah se chapter nahi likhti jab tak mera dil nahi kahta hai "ab utha kalam apni sana"

Pichle chapter ko bina dil ke likha tha aur maine result dekh lia is liye no more galtiyan??

Bahot bak bak ho gai. Jao jaa kar so jao. Acchi raat ????????????