11.
The car slowly moves out of the mansion in the middle of the night. The gate opens with a low sound and then closes behind it.
Sita sits quietly, looking out of the window. Her face stays completely emotionless but her fingers clutch the fabric of her dress tightly, as if she is holding herself together.
The lights of the mansion fade away as the car finally moves outside the property, leaving everything behind in silence.
Gauri stands near the window, watching the car until it vanishes from her sight. A slow smirk forms on her lips. She turns around calmly and starts walking towards her room.
She really thinks she can come and create distance between Zayran and Liyara. I will never let this happen. I will make sure Zayran marries only Liyara, no one else, she thinks to herself. With that firm thought in her mind, she moves inside her room.
Everyone in the mansion is already in their rooms, ready to sleep. The house is quiet and dark.
Suddenly, the loud sound of an ambulance siren breaks the silence. The sharp noise echoes through the mansion, waking everyone up.
Doors open one after another as people rush out of their rooms, worry and tension clear on their faces.
“What is this noise?” Virendra says, irritation obvious in his voice as he looks towards the guards. The guards stand there silently in their usual cold manner, giving no reply at all.
“Everyone is here and everyone is fine, then why is there an ambulance?” Kavita says anxiously, her eyes moving over the entire family, checking each face again. Her words stop in her throat as everyone freezes at the same time.
They see a few people entering the mansion, doctors, nurses and some men pushing a wheelchair inside.
“Why are you all here?” Bhairav asks angrily, as he steps forward with fury burning in his eyes.
“Ishi dekha, tujhe lene ke liye aa gaye na ye log” Yuv and Om both say together to her in a low voice.
(See ishi, they have come to take you with them)
Shaurya immediately glares at his brothers, his eyes burning with warning. Yuv and Om shut their mouths at once and turn their faces back towards the scene, pretending to be innocent.
“I called them” Zayran’s voice comes from upstairs. His calm voice cuts through the tension as he slowly walks down the stairs. He is wearing a T-shirt and a night track. His hair is messy, falling freely over his shoulders.
He moves unhurriedly, as if he has all the time in the world and nothing here can rush him.
Everyone looks at him with confusion as he reaches the living area. He casually sits down on the couch and spreads his arms along the back of it.
“Why, Zayran? Is everything okay?” Rajiv asks, his voice filled with worry as he steps forward slightly. All four youngsters move closer to Zayran at the same time, their faces tense and their eyes full of concern as they look at him, waiting for answers.
“No, chachu. I called them because someone is getting bored sitting in the mansion” he says calmly, tapping his fingers slowly on the couch.
“So maybe they want to visit an old-age home or maybe their mental condition is not well, so they can visit a mental hospital” His words sound casual but the meaning behind them is sharp.
Everyone looks at each other in confusion, trying to understand what he means. Gauri, however, understands it clearly. Even without looking at her, Zayran knows she is scared. Her face loses its color and her body stiffens as fear creeps into her eyes.
“What do you do when a person is out of control?” Zayran asks, finally turning his head towards the doctor standing there.
“When someone goes out of control, they are kept locked for observation” the doctor says clearly. “First, doctors try to calm them down. If they don’t listen, medicines are given. And if even that doesn’t work…” He pauses for a moment, then continues “…shocks are used”
The doctor’s words are meant to scare and they work. Gauri’s fear becomes visible, her eyes widen in terror.
“Okay, I’ll call you in the morning if the person goes out of control” Zayran says. Without waiting for any reaction, he turns around and walks upstairs towards his room.
Gauri looks at him with fear clearly visible on her face. She slowly moves away from everyone and quietly calls the driver who had taken Sita away earlier.
“What happened to him suddenly?” Ishi asks, looking towards the stairs with confusion written all over her face.
“I think he is the one who needs to visit a mental hospital not anyone else” Shaurya says bluntly. His words are serious, but the other three look at him with blank expressions for a second.
“Pahli bar zindagi mein kuch achha kaha hai aapne” all three of them say together, nodding in agreement as they start walking upstairs. Shaurya stands there, thinking hard.
(For the first time in your life, you have said something good)
“Pahli bar se kya matlab hai inka? Ayeee, ruko tum teeno” Shaurya shouts as he runs after them. But they run faster towards their rooms and quickly lock the doors from inside, leaving him standing there.
(What do they mean by ‘first time’? Hey, wait, you three!)
“Why are we back here?” Sita asks the driver, looking at him with a confused face as the car comes to a stop.
“I don’t know. Gauri ma’am ordered me to take you back” the driver replies while parking the car. “She said you are not going anywhere”
Sita stands there silently for a moment, first looking at the driver and then turning her gaze towards the mansion. Her eyes fill with frustration and disbelief.
“K..kya main pagal hoon? Jab mann karega bhej denge aur jab mann karega bula lenge, haan?” Sita says to herself. She then enters the mansion again, walking slowly towards her room.
(A....am I fool? When they feel like it, they send me away and when they feel like it, they call me back)
“Lagta hai unhe pata chal gaya main koi aisi waisi maid nahi hoon. Main Sita hoon, Sita” she talks to herself, her steps firming up as she reaches her room and opens the door.
(It seems they have realized that I am not just any ordinary maid. I am Sita)
As she enters the room, she suddenly sees Tara sitting on the bed, crying. Her shoulders are shaking and her face is buried in her hands.
“Tara, kya hua?” Sita shouts in panic. Tara gets startled by her sudden voice, jumps on the bed, loses balance and falls down hard on the floor.
Sita runs towards her immediately and holds Tara’s hand tightly, fear and concern clear on her face.
“T…tu wapas aa gayi?” Tara asks in shock, her eyes wide. Sita nods her head slowly, still looking confused.
(Y-you came back?)
Before Sita can say anything, Tara suddenly hugs her tightly. The force of the hug makes Sita lose her balance and she sits down on the ground, completely confused by Tara’s reaction.
“But why are you cryi… wait, wait. Tu isliye ro rahi thi ki main chali gayi hoon teri zindagi se?” Sita asks with the widest smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Tara immediately pushes her away and lies back on the bed.
(But why were you cryi… wait, wait. Were you crying because I left you?)
“Kitni khush thi main ki museebat gayi finally aur tu wapas aa gayi” Tara says dramatically as she covers herself with the blanket. Sita chuckles at her drama and suddenly falls on Tara, making her groan under her weight.
(I was so happy that the trouble finally went away and now you’ve come back)
“Oooh, my aasmaan ka Tara. I know you are deeply in love with me and can’t live without me but itna rona achha nahi hai, warna poora Velqar paani mein bah jaayega” Sita says laughing loudly. She kisses Tara’s face playfully, making Tara push her away again.
(Oooh my tara, I know you are deeply in love with me and can’t live without me but crying this much isn’t good, otherwise the whole Velqar will drown in water)
“But tu wapas kaise aayi?” Tara asks, her tone turning serious as confusion fills her face. Sita’s laughter fades a little and she tells her everything that happened, step by step.
“Us buddhi ka dimaag sach mein kharaab ho gaya hai, lagta hai” Tara says angrily, sitting up on the bed. Sita nods her head slowly, thinking the same thing.
(That old woman has gone mad)
“Wait, buddhi se yaad aaya, woh head maid kahan hai?” Sita suddenly asks. Tara shrugs her shoulders casually.
(Wait..where is the head maid?)
“Everyone is saying that her husband was not well, that’s why she has gone to her house and she will return soon” Tara replies. Sita nods her head again.
“Chal, ab aa hi gayi hai toh mera sir daba. Bahut dukh raha hai” Tara says lazily, lying back on the bed and pointing towards her head. Sita glares at her.
(Come on, now that you’re here, massage my head. It’s hurting a lot)
“Jaa aur apne Mr. lohe ke khambe se bol” Sita says, rolling her eyes as she walks towards the bathroom to change her dress.
“Battameez, lohe ka khamba mat bol. Kuch achha naam de” Tara replies with a smile on her face.
(Idiot! Don’t call him an iron pole. Give him a nice name)
“Oooo my goddddddd, dekho kisi ko bura lag raha hai” Sita says dramatically as she comes out of the washroom.
Tara just shakes her head, a small smile still playing on her lips. Both of them soon lie down to sleep, fighting more than talking.
“Mama, I’m in love with a criminal and this type of love isn't irrational it's physical” I sing slowly to myself while walking upstairs towards his room to start my day.
But I stop midway on the stairs when I see him walking downstairs in a hurry.
Kanha, dekh rahi hoon main sab bure logon ko. Aap din ba din handsome pe handsome banate jaa rahe ho, aur mujhe…Huh, parayon se kya shikayat karna, ghaav toh apno ne diye hain, I complain in my mind, as my eyes stay fixed on him.
(Kanha, I am seeing all this. You are making bad people more and more handsome day by day and me… what complaints should I have from strangers when my own people have hurt me)
I glance at him again. Look at this gali ka bigda hua sasta gunda. I mean, who looks this ho... I mean handsome at 8 in the morning? Aur upar se pata nahi kaunsa sasta nasha karke ye half man bun bana lete hain. Bilkul eww dikhte hain.
(Look at this monster, who looks this handsome at 8 in the morning? And on top of that, his half man bun)
“Sasta nasha karke hi sahi, par tu unhe dekh kar raal aise tapkati hai jaise seven-course meal” my subconscious says mockingly.
I roll my eyes immediately, refusing to accept that it is stating facts.
(You drool over him like he’s a seven-course meal)
“Should I go?” His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up at him and blink my eyes slowly. He is actually asking my permission.
Dheere dheere aankhen khul rahi hain in logon ki aur inhe meri ahmiyat ka pata chal raha hai, I think to myself.
(Slowly, their eyes are opening and they are starting to understand my importance)
“Yes, sir, you can go” I say with a polite smile on my face. But instead of moving, he just stares at me. His eyes stay fixed on mine, making my smile slowly feel awkward.
“Go, sir” I say again politely. He still doesn’t move. My mind starts running in all directions. Wait… does he want to touch my feet before going out?
Arey, mujhe pata hai log mera aashirwad lene ke liye marte hain, par achha nahi lagega na. Ye umar mein kitne bade hain mujhse, bilkul mere uncle jaise aur ye jhuk kar pair chhuenge? Na na, main itni bhi patthar dil nahi hoon.
(I know people die to take my blessings but it won’t look good. He is so much older than me, like my uncle and he will bend to touch my feet? No no, I’m not that stone-hearted)
“Move Out Of My Way” he says suddenly. Each word comes out with force. I blink my eyes and finally look down at where I am standing. Shit. I am standing right in the center of the stairs.
I immediately move aside from the middle of the staircase, my face heating up in embarrassment. I look down, avoiding his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath and starts walking downstairs without looking back.
Saaf saaf nahi bol sakte the ki main saamne khadi hoon? Ye ‘sHoUlD I Go’ bolne ki kya zarurat thi, huh, I mumble to myself and start walking again.
(Couldn’t he clearly say that I’m standing in front of him? What was the need to ask ‘should I go,’ huh)
I move aside again when Omkar and Yuvan suddenly run downstairs, as if someone has thrown a bomb behind them.
“Bhai, bhai, please take us with you!” both of them shout loudly. I step back quickly, my delicate self almost fighting for survival between all this chaos.
(Brother, brother, please take us with you!)
“I’m not going on a picnic” he says to both of them with an irritated face. I immediately turn towards them, fully interested now. I mean, yeh drama main kaise miss kar sakti hoon? Haan haan, batao batao.
“Please, bhai” both of them plead again, each holding one of his biceps tightly. I lean my back against the railing, crossing my arms and making myself comfortable.
“Aur museebat mein padne ke baad ye kehti hai ‘Kanha, aap mujhse pyaar nahi karte’ Arey, main kitna isse bachaoon? Mere paas bhi kaam-dhandha hai. Abhi hi dekho kaise drama dekh rahi hai” Kanha says and his voice sounds annoyed.
I can’t HeAr everything clearly.
(And after getting into trouble, she says ‘Kanha, you don’t love me’ How much should I save her? I have my own work too. Just look at her right now, enjoying the drama)
“Jab tak bheje mein ek do goli ghuse gi nahi, ye maane gi nahi” Kanha says again, muttering. I frown slightly, trying to catch his words, but they come and go like whispers in my head.
(Unless one or two bullets enter her brain, she won’t listen)
“Okay, okay. I’m taking you both. Go and bring my gun and car keys, fast” he says loudly. Both of them nod their heads happily and immediately run back towards the stairs, rushing towards his room.
But they stop midway on the stairs, right in front of me. Their expressions change suddenly.
“Wait but bhai doesn’t walk out of his room without his gun and keys” Om and Yuv say together. I look at them with pity, shaking my head slightly.
“Bhaaiiiii!” both of them shout together as they see his car already moving towards the mansion gate.
“Bechaare log” I mumble under my breath and start going upstairs towards his room. Finally, the drama ends.
(Poor people)
I open the door of his room and am about to enter inside when I stop, hearing voices from behind me. I turn around slowly, only to see Om and Yuv standing in front of me with their arms crossed over their chests, blocking my way.
“Bhai doesn’t like flowers in his room” Om says seriously. I listen calmly.
“And from the time you started working in his room, there are always different kinds of flowers in the room” Yuv says, looking straight at me.
“Yes, I keep those flowers because they look beautiful” I say honestly. Both of them lean closer towards me at the same time, their faces full of curiosity. I lean back slightly, feeling cornered.
“Anjaan mat bano aur humein saaf-saaf batao, kya pulao paka rahe ho tum dono?” they ask together, their eyes narrowing. I blink my eyes rapidly, caught off guard.
(Don’t act innocent and tell us clearly, what is going on between you too?)
“Tumhara bhai mere type ka nahi hai” I say without thinking. The moment the words leave my mouth, I close my eyes tightly, already regretting it as I imagine their reaction.
(Your brother is not my type)
I try to distract them.
“Kris ka gaana sunao. Kris ka gaana sunega. Dil na diyaaaaa, dil na liyaaaaa, dil na diyaaaaa, dil na liyaaaaa, bolo na bolo na ka kiyaaaaa” I say quickly. Both of them break into wide smiles, clearly enjoying this.
(You didn’t give your heart, you didn’t take my heart, you didn’t give your heart, you didn’t take my heart, tell me, tell me, what did you even do?)
“Le betaaa” both of them say together, clearly vibing. But before I can sing further, they suddenly stop smiling and glare at me seriously.
“Pehle ‘mera papa India hai’ karke baat taal di aur ab Kris ka gaana. Par is baar nahi” they say together. “Batao saaf-saaf, kya tum humaari bhabhi banne wali ho?” Their words hit me like a shock and I gulp hard.
(First you avoided the topic by saying ‘my dad is India’ and now Kris’s song. But not this time. Tell us clearly, are you going to become our sister-in-law?)
Dono ke dono paagal hain aur mujhe bhi paagal kar denge. Meri energy agar in logon par kharch kar di, toh 2026 mein duniya khatam kyun nahi hui, is baat ka pata kaise lagaungi main? I think to myself, completely DoNe with them.
(Both of them are mad and will make me mad too. If I waste my energy on them, how will I ever find out why the world didn’t end in 2026?)
“Dekho, darinda” I say suddenly, pointing towards the ceiling. Both of them immediately turn their heads in that direction.
“Bhai, aap aa gaye” both of them say at once as they turn around. Taking advantage of the moment, I quickly slip inside the room and lock the door from inside.
“Where is the swimming pool?” I say slowly to myself while searching for the indoor swimming pool on the second floor. He has ordered me to bring a pair of clothes.
“Ameer log bhi na… thand mein kaun swimming karta hai? Main toh kabhi na karoon” I mumble to myself while walking, shaking my head in disbelief.
(Rich people… who swims in the cold? I would never do it)
“Tere paas swimming pool hai, tu bata. Tere paas swimming pool hai?” my subconscious asks, mocking me.
(You don’t even have a swimming pool. Tell me, do you have a swimming pool?)
“Ek na ek din zaroor ho jaayega. Din-raat mehnat karoongi main aur itni mehnat karoongi ki swimming pool nahi, direct samandar khareed loongi” I say with my chin held high, full of pride.
(One day, I will definitely have it. I’ll work day and night and I’ll work so hard that I won’t buy a swimming pool, I’ll directly buy the ocean)
I suddenly hear the sound of water splashing and walk towards it, my steps slowing down with curiosity. As I enter that area, my eyes pop out of their place and fall on the ground.
This is a swimming area...like, really. It looks like heaven. Isse pool kehna bhi beizzati hai main toh isse ‘Pool ji’ kahungi.
(Calling this a pool is an insult, I’ll call it ‘Pool ji’)
Waise Pool ji toh heavenly hai, par usmein tairta hua jalpara bhi kuch…cough cough. Stop, Sita, stop. Warna iss baar Kanha apna haath phenk denge basuri ki jagah mere sir par.
(By the way, Pool ji is heavenly but the merman swimming in it is also something… Stop, Sita, stop. Otherwise this time Kanha will throw his hand instead of his flute on your head)
I walk towards the side table and place his clothes there carefully. I turn around, ready to walk out but suddenly stop when my eyes fall on his back. Goosebumps rise on my skin instantly.
There are not one or two but many scars on his back. And these are not normal scars. Some of them look so dangerous that I can’t even imagine what he must have felt when he got them.
Those scars are partly hidden by tattoos. His entire back is covered with different kinds of tattoos, a dragon, a snake, a sword, a wing, a tiger and many other small designs.
It feels like the tattoos are trying to hide the marks but it is impossible because the marks are deep.
“It’s disgusting, right?” he says suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts. He is now standing at the side of the pool, his arms spread on the edge behind him. His eyes are closed but his voice carries something heavy.
“No, it’s not” the words leave my mouth before I can stop myself.
He opens his eyes slowly and looks at me. Our eyes lock with each other. I hate myself in that moment, for looking at him like this, for feeling like this for him, for a man who didn’t think twice before killing someone, who didn’t think twice before taking away other people’s happiness.
“I’ve never killed anyone” he says quietly, looking deep into my eyes.
I don’t want to believe his words. I really don’t. But his eyes… they are saying something else. Something honest. Something painful. I break eye contact and look down.
“W… why are you telling me this, sir?” I ask softly. I am afraid of his answer.
He chuckles slowly. The sound sends a strange chill through me. My hands curl into fists and I gulp hard. Right now, he looks scary.
He turns around without saying anything more and starts swimming again, cutting through the water smoothly. I stand there frozen, trying to understand what just happened, trying to make sense of him.
But then a strange thought crosses my mind. His entire back is filled with scars. Every inch carries marks. But what about the front? There isn’t even a single scar there.
“Because no one has the guts to attack me from the front” he says suddenly.
My eyes widen slightly. How does he know what I am thinking? My lips part but no words come out. I don’t say anything. I just turn around to leave, my heart beating fast.
But I stop again as I hear his voice behind me. “My head is hurting a lot” he says suddenly.
“I… I’ll bring medicine, sir” I say quickly. Before I can move, I hear the sound of footsteps. He comes out of the water.
“Medicine doesn’t work on me” he says calmly. I slowly turn my head towards him. He is now standing in a bathrobe, water still dripping from his hair and skin.
“Make coffee for me” he says and walks towards the changing room without waiting for my response.
I stand there for a moment, lost in my thoughts. From whatever I have heard about him, every sentence he speaks, every word he says, has a purpose behind it.
After making coffee for him, I walk into his room with the tray in my hands. I place the tray down carefully and look around. “Where is he?” I think to myself.
Just then, I hear his voice coming from the balcony.
“Just use his family against him. And if he plays smart, make sure he sees what I can do” he says on the phone. Hearing this, I gulp hard. My throat goes dry.
He is right. He doesn’t kill people. He does worse than killing.
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