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'I don't love you Sultan, I have never loved you. Just leave. Just go away from my life.'

'But...I...I love you Madhu. I love you a lot. I can do anything for you. Give me a chance. I'll keep you happy.'

'Only RK can keep me happy. And I'd prefer to die than to be with anyone else except him.'

Sultan looked at Madhu in disbelief. He had understood how much Madhu loved RK.

'I guess it's over now. I won't force you anymore. You can go and live your life freely.'

With that he stormed out of the temple where he'd brought Madhu for marriage, disheartened.

'What the bloody hell Dipali? How could you even think that I'd stop loving Madhu and be with you? You are nothing but a doormat. I don't care if Madhu betrayed me for Sultan. RK has always loved Madhu and shall always love her, till he dies. You don't stand a chance anywhere. It'd be better if you think about Sikki instead. You'll be happier for sure.'

RK turned a cold shoulder towards her and she left his room disheartened.

'Wife, what's up? Are we going for our honeymoon?' Sikki asked Dipali when he saw her packing bags.

'No Sikki. It's time to move on. I am sorry, but I don't love you. And we can't be together.'

'Wife, stop joking. We are made for each other.' Sikki back hugged Diapli.

'No Sikki. I could never feel for you the way I feel and used to feel for RK. You've always been a good companion, but I am afraid to say that we could never have a healthy husband-wife relationship. I can never love you Sikki and you surely deserve better in your life.'

With that, tears formed in Sikki's eyes, but he understood Dipali's plight. He made way for her to leave. Dipali hugged him and with moist eyes, left the RK mansion.

Dipali was homeless. She was moving on the streets like a lifeless witch. The storm added to the witchy effect.

'Now, who'll become Aryan's nanny?' Sultan thought. He had been passing time crying and munching chana in a park.

Suddenly he saw a maiden in saree approaching towards him. She was looking like a witch because of storm, but there was something about her which he couldn't ignore. Yes, she was wearing a mangalsutra. And Sultan being interested in married women, instantly jumped off his bench to welcome her on that bench. She came closer and he recognised her.

'Dipali?'

'Yeah. It's me.'

'What happened?' Sultan wiped her tears.

'I left RK mansion. I realised that I was wrong. RK can never love anyone except Madhu.'

'Yeah. I know how it feels.' Sultan sighed.

Suddenly wind started blowing really fast and it started raining. Because of the thunder, Dipali felt a jerk and she fell on Sultan. They both shared an intense eye-lock for five long minutes. Chills ran down their spines as Sultan started strengthening his grip on Dipali. They had never felt like this before. What was happening? They both hugged each other tightly. They got lost in each-other's arms.

'Dipali, I have never felt like this with anyone before, not even my wife.'

'Same here. I thought I could never feel what I felt with RK with anyone else, but you proved me wrong.'

With that they both stared at each other for long. Their quivering lips couldn't stay parted for long and they both crushed into each other for a kiss like never before. They were showered with more rain from heaven and they took it as blessing from God.

They interlocked their hands and got up to start a new journey together. And thus they became, DO DIL EK JAAN.

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