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I am back with another OS! I am so excited to share this with you. A very special thank you to Naina, Vaishali and Dwipi for their inputs. I hope you enjoy.
"Meri taraf aataa, har gham phisal jaaye
Aankhon mein tumko bharu."
Bani sat on her side of the bed, lost in her thoughts. How and why did it take her so long to figure out Jay's real intentions? He was not the divine counterpart that he said he was. He was not even the friend that he said he was. He was just a jealous Naag who kept making plans to trap and kill Bani. She knows she should have known better, now she does. Her head and heart are tussling with guilt and regret. She wasted her own time and energy blindly trusting Jay. Also, she hated Veer for most part. She looked at Veer as he sat across her with a first aid box. Still quiet. Trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. He opened the tube of an ointment and applied on her injured feet.
“Veeranshu, mere pairron ko mat chhuon. Please” Veer looked at her and raised a brow.
“Husbands pairron ko chhute nahi hai.” Bani said innocently. She tried to take back her feet but Veer gripped her ankle.
His eyes met hers. He had eyes as open and honest as any child, there was warmth and safety. In that moment Bani knew that she found her home, her place to find company when the cold winter winds blew.
He continued applying the medicine. In difficult times like these, Veer is her gentle centre. And so she choosee to rest at his side. She knows that his family disapproves of her and the judgement they feel so entitled to. She wonders what they would have her do? Lift the world in one arm? Push back the tide with only her mind? Because her God knows that she can do that if she has to. She needs Veer. She needs a harbour, a secure attachment of love - for without one she has lived in such pain, so lost, shutting down. Her life became a torture she was expected to endure, surviving, not living. Were it not for him, her husband, there would be no relief, no emotional morphine. Veer is her hero. Of course she is addicted to him. She cannot keep lying to her own self anymore - but for every reason that is pure and right. He is safety and love, an anchor she holds onto.
~~~
FLASHBACK
Bani felt that her powers were weakening. The paralyzing hurt spread through her body like icy, liquid metal. She clenched her fists as she hesitantly took each breathe. She noticed her feet tremble. Her legs twitched, fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint out of the dark and Rocky cave; her throat closed in threat of screaming at Markat who called her case hopeless now, she was so confident that she will ruin her, and her jaw became tight. Fire in the form of water stung her black eyes. She crunched her teeth over her lip harder than she ever had. Salty blood filled her mouth. Slowly, her brain supported up her feet in an unbalanced gait, carelessly giving her an idea to escape this terror. Reality tried to tap its way into her marching brain's rhythm. Chandrakala could do whatever she wants . Bani was helpless. That was all. Or maybe not. There was some magic in the cave which Bani was not able to decipher. The magic that made her powerless.
Red. Everything went red. Her vision blurred as a flame curled in the pit of her stomach. Her brain went on overdrive as it picked every moment that she had spent struggling in Markat's hold. The flames in her stomach rose up to her chest and crawling through her veins, took over the rest of her body. Her fingers coiled into a grip as she gathered her strength and attacked Markat. Waves of fury rolled off her as the blood rose to her cheeks. The term anger, barely even touched the tip of the volcano that she so clearly was in that moment. She fought with the half snake half eagle like creature but failed. Her supposed mother-in-law had some nasty tricks up her sleeve.
She tried to scream but she was not able to. She needed help. Her brain had shut down. She was clammy and there was the glisten of a cold threatening sweat. Her eyes were as wide as if someone was coming to deliver the fatal blow. Yet what she saw, no-one else could see. Trapped in her own psychosis, a living nightmare for one, tailor made by her own brain to play on her deepest fears. She cannot let Markat win. She just can’t. She turned into her Aadi Naagin avatar but Chandrakala gripped her and started chanting some mantras. She turned into her human form. The negative energies started affecting her again.
She could not breathe, Chandrakala was choking her ... that she wanted her to die. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was to reach out to her husband and wait for him to save her. But he would not, he was not there. Nobody knew that she was in trouble. A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt another drop run down her cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the passage for her but she saw Veer standing at a distance. She knew he was looking for her. Calling her name. His back towards her. It was now that seeing his back she gained the energy to call for him in a scream of weak decibel.
The scream in Bani's voice tore through him like a great shard of glass. He felt his eyes widen and pulse quicken, his heart thudding like a rock rattling in a box. The scream came again, desperate, terrified... human. All the blood drained from his face, before he was even aware of making a conscious decision his legs were pounding furiously inside the cave, his ears straining for more sounds, more clues as to what had just happened. He had no idea as to what he would do after seeing what he just saw, just that he had to be there for Bani, with all his might. He knew his mother was evil. She had come as an imposter of Markat. Jay had told him everything. Chandrakala pushed Bani down when she saw Veer.
Veer's repulsing heart shattered into a thousand pieces when he saw Bani fallen on the ground. Her condition was unexplainable. She was so hurt.
Veer could not believe his eyes. He did not want to anyway. He never saw something like that even in his worst nightmares. Bani was right, his mother is evil. He was not able to see his Bani in such pain. But that was only because his brain always woke him up before such a horrific image covered his mind. A part of him did not want to believe her when she told him his mother's truth but now he knows it. He was seeing something his eyes won't ever be able to erase. The adrenalin flew over his veins like a carp through the river, but he could not move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed him, and the more he thought about the way his wife was shivering , or simply moving a bit, the more he felt ashamed of himself and utterly terrified. He did not remember being that scared in his life. And that was just the beginning.
Veer attacked Markat when the creature tried to hurt Bani again. Veer took no pleasure in taking his mother down. None. It is just necessary. Markat loved to hurt and Veer cannot heal his family with her around. Giving mercy is good until it is proven to hurt the innocent, then see him come out fighting. He has not even used more than a little power yet and he can see his mother quiver. Chandrakala was scared, because she knew what Veer would do to her. This is not cruelty, this is mercy and justice combined. Veer knew that he cannot control the situation but what he can do is control his mother. If she tries to fight with him, she will understand that Veer will obviously win. He doesn’t bloody care that she likes power gambling? It is a sin, it is her greed.
Every spoken word of Markat stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of him. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, his fists began to clench and his jaw rooted. When the final trigger had been added to the pressure inside of him, he exploded with anger, Chandrakala confessed all her intentions. She attacked Veer. Once. Twice. Thrice. Veer's primeval instinct took over, he turned into a cheel. White knuckles from clenching his fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, his animal form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. His face was red with suppressed rage, and thinking about how Markat would have set a finger on his Bani, he swung around and practically pushed and beat it into the ground.
Burning rage hissed through his body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off him like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing his moralities and destroying the boundaries of mannerisms. Veer wanted to behave like a maniac. She continued to hurt him, he did not realize but his back was bleeding. He did not know what is he going to do with his own mother but he knew one thing for sure that whatever he would do was going to be real bad. She is a liar, a culprit, a fraud. She wants nothing but just Bani's powers.
It was like a vexing of the soul for what he felt was nothing like a son, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, his skin was a sore looking red but all he could feel was desire; desire to hate Chandrakala. He was intoxicated with emotion he had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in foul and vulgar words he is now stared at for saying, except he is not going to say them, he was going to screech them with every ounce of breath that dwelled in his lungs.
As much as Bani tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of salty water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was gone. The last painful emotion slammed against her before she lost the feeling of feeling. Everything darkened into nothingness as she passed into the oblivion of more tears. Memories of how Veer took care of his mother flooded her mind. She knows fighting his own mother is breaking him from the inside.
A tiny lapse let Bani pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before she collapsed again, her howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling her back into the outstretched arms of her grief. The negative forces were engulfing her sensibilities.
Anger in the form of Bani's torment became a silent huntress looming in the night, ready to strike Veer when he least expected it. His heart saw a threat in the form of Chandrakala and his mind saw the game she played. One moment it's there and the next it's gone, leaving a trail of regret. Regret that he could have saved his wife from such abuse and torture.
Fires of fury and hatred were smouldering in the small narrowed eyes as he weighed the pros and cons of the various and creative means available to him for exacting revenge. He furiously hit the Markat roop of his mother and then hit it again and then kept hitting him until she screamed in pain. He felt heart broken. His mother had wronged him. He felt like all his memories with his mother were tainted.
Anger boiled deep in his system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and he knew it is too much for him to handle. The pressure of such raging sea of anger would force him to do some things which he should not be doing. Markat tried to defend himself but Veer twisted her hand and then grabbed her by the neck.
When he turned at last to look at his mother, there were a few traces of tears, in Veer's eyes or in track marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment he knew he was already far away. His mother was his enemy. These swings from one of the most loved favorite person to the most hated potential killer would be the end of her. In such times, Veer's mind had no greyscale, only the polar extremes existed. He drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear Chandrakala down with. And after that he could bid anything breakable goodbye. Veer made every possible effort with his magic to give her pain. All the pain which will make her stink and rot.
He knew he was not a hero until anyone came after his girl. Then it was war. His mother crossed the line and Veer will not let her forget. He will not rest until she is beaten - and he does not mean just beaten down. He meant dead. There is not a place she can go away to, Veer will stop her, get hold of destroy her and destroy her. Veer does not much care how it happens, he does not need her to suffer, He just needs Chandrakala's cold golden eyes extinguished from this universe. Many may think it an overreaction, but they have underestimated how much he loves his wife. They do not know how much he cares for his clan. Don't think he will play by "the rules" either, love allows us to exterminate vermin that attack women and Veer has stood against Markat and that pest will know it. In this moment, Veer has not thought about himself. He knows if he does, he will fall weak. He can’t. He has to save Bani. He has to save his family and the entire Cheel Vansh from this threat.
He heard his mother call his name and Veer raised his fists; then he heard her call Bani's name and it was over. Maybe she was apologizing now fearing her death but she has lost her chance. She had come for Bani; Now Veer will stand in the way. She taunted her, threatened and tried to take her powers. Veer will demolish Markat. He will show the power hungry creature every ounce of his power because he has to protect his wife. She is his love, the only good woman in his life and his love for her knows no bounds. Fighting with Markat maybe his hands break then he will beat that scoundrel with his broken bones until it is nothing but dust. This is not a bluff. This if for real.
Chandrakala pleaded mercy in front of Veer. She kept telling him she loves him. She apologized to him. She apologized to Bani. Veer looked at Bani fainted on the ground. Chandrakala kept begging for dear life but in vain. With one powerful blow of Veer's magic, she fell on the floor and disappeared.
Veer fell on his knees. He was numb. He realized he was living a lie. Bani was right. His mother was evil. He kept telling that to himself and let that sink in. All she wanted from him and his family was power. The reason she came back after such a long time was to steal Bani's powers. She was so wrong. And so he did what was right. He killed her. He killed his own mother.
END
~~~
Bani was surprised when Veer gently lay his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair. He had not spoken to her since they came back from the cave. Maybe he will speak now.
"How are you feeling Veer?" Bani asked hoping that they would have a conversation.
"Nothing. Mujhe kuch mehsoos nahi ho raha Bani. Bass yaad aa raha hai. Ke kaise maine apni hi Maa ko maar diya. Maine unhe khatam hote hue dekha. I killed her."
"Tumne kuch galat nahi kiya Veer. Woh galat iraade se Markat ka roop lekar aai thhi. Unki wajah se Naag vansh aur Cheel vansh dono ko khatra thha." Bani explained.
"Tumhaari taakat Chahiye thhi unhe sirf. Mujhse pyaar toh unhone kabhi kiya hi nahi. Agar mujhse pyaar karti toh tumhe chot pohchaane ki koshish nahi karti." Veer started letting his feelings out.
"Tumhe uss gufaa mein uss haalat mein dekhke, meri rooh kaanp gayi thhi Bani. Markat ki taakat ka andaaza ho gaya thha mujhe. Uski shakti tumhe bohot nuksaan pohocha sakti thhi. Ek pal ke liye toh mujhe laga ke shaayad main tumhe bhi kho dunga." A tear dripped from Veer's eye.
"Aisa kuch nahi hua Veer. Aur aisa kuch nahi hoga. Main tumhaare saath hoon." Bani said what she felt.
"Mujhe pata hai Chandrakala Singhania ka aisa hi antt hone wala thha lekin jis pal Cheelon ke rajkumar ki jeet hui ussi pal ek beta haar gaya. Main haar gaya Bani. Ab toh unki har ek yaad, har ek baat chhal lagti hai. Shaayad unhone mujhse kabhi bhi thoda sa bhi pyaar na kiya ho. Ho sakta hai unhe sirf taakat ka laalach ho."
"Aisa din mere dushman ko bhi na dekhna pade Bani, kisi bete ko naa dekhna pade." Veer silently wept in Bani's lap.
~~~
"Please," Bani begged Veer, "You are hurt Veer, I need to see." Tears brimmed in her eyes. She sounded desparate.
"Bani, no. It is painful and provocative. I don't want you to look." Veer tried to speak as calmly as possible.
"But I do, Veer! I can't see you in so much pain. Mujhe bhi dard hota hai. , I know there are scars but are they like, still bleeding?" She tugged at the hem of his shirt, worried.
He grabbed her hand, still grasping his shirt. Their eyes locked and she saw frustration, grief, and heat flash through his eyes in a single second. Then he relented, releasing her hand and looking down at the floor.
As his eyes lowered, he saw the red marks on her wrist and arm from his grip, and then he looked at her again, wincing guiltily. "I'm sorry, Bani, I didn't mean to hurt..."
"Koi baat nahi" She replied softly, letting go of his shirt. "If you really don't want me to see your back, I won't push." Taking a step back, she unconsciously rubbed her wrist until she noticed him watching her, and then she stopped.
He stepped forward, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers. "I don't think anyone deserves the misery of having to even look at them, okay?"
She slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders and tilted his face upward, her lips inches from his. "I'm not anyone. I am your wife."
Bani felt his shoulders drop as he let out the breath she did not know he had been holding. She slid her hands down his arms, down his sides, until they were just below the hem of his shirt. Closing her eyes, she slipped his hands under his shirt and around to his back, where the smooth bumps of his scars rippled the base of his spine. It was like reading Braille as she ran her fingertips over his warm skin.
"Veer." She whispered. "I am here. I will take care of you. I will protect you. You are safe."
Veer's hand slid behind her neck, pulling her lips the last inch closer. Bani knew if he pulled her in a a little more, her lips would brush against his. He was hot and slightly dangerous, she could feel. His other hand slid under the drape of her saree, brushing the skin of her stomach. She just gasped.
"Tum theek ho Bani?" he asked, his mouth moving to her ear. She did not say a word just wrapped her arms around him and embraced him. She needs this. She needs him. Veer held her protectively.
"Your turn," he stated with a grin.
"My turn to what?" She asked, confused.
"A scar. You've seen one of mine, so now I get to see one of yours."
"Well, I didn't really see it, you know. I only got to touch your scar. If you want to see mine, I want to see yours first."
He thought this over for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head. He turned around and she gasped as saw how his skin twisted and puckered. Looking back at her from over his shoulder, he said, "I told you, Bani, they are painful and provocative and the reason I did not want you to see them is because I knew you would be hurt too. I..."
"Shhh," she cut him off, running her fingers over the scar again. She stepped forward until her forehead touched the top of his back.
He froze as the first tears hit his skin. "Bani... Please don't do this to yourself."
"Shhh," she said again, and then he was quiet for a while.
Finally, he turned his head again and murmured, "Why are you crying? Tell me."
Bani waited until she knew her voice would be steady, and then, her forehead still against his back, she replied, "I was just thinking about how much it must have hurt you."
Despite all the efforts, her voice cracked on the last two words.
"Your scar." His voice was rough, and she could not tell if it was a question or not.
She held out her right arm straight in front of her, pointing her left index finger to the right wrist. The scar was tiny, no more than an inch long, but it was the only one that came to mind. He smiled, then, and she thought he was laughing at her.
"It's not," She stammered, "I mean, it's nothing... compared to..."
She trailed off as he lowered his mouth to her wrist and kissed where she had pointed.
~~~
Veer saw the tray which Bani kept on the table. It had a glass of milk. Not just any milk. It was Haldi wala doodh. She offered it to him.
"Doodh peelo Veer."
"Isse waapas le jaao, mujhe nahi peena." Veer made a face.
"Main pooch nahi rahi hoon. Bata rahi hoon. Peeyo."
"Mujhe haldi waale doodh ka taste bilkul pasand nahi hai. I don't like this drink Bani." Veer pouted.
"Tumhe itni chot aayi hai aur tum khud ka dhyaan rakhne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahe ho. Aur jab main keh rahi hu ke doodh peelo toh tumhe maan na bhi nahi hai. Please abhi doodh peelo, jab tum theek ho jaao toh tumhe jo drink pasand ho woh pee lena."
"Chot toh tumhe bhi lagi hai, apna bhi dhyaan rakho. Tumhe bhi doodh peena padega." Veer told her.
"Achha theek hai, main apna glass lekar aati hu." Bani turned to go but Veer clutched her wrist.
"Hum doodh ka glass share karenge." Bani gave him a look but Veer behaved like a stubborn and determined child.
"Achha theek hai." Bani gave in. Veer needed to drink the milk. Veer held the glass in his hands and made weird faces because of the smell.
"Nahi Bani... Nahi peeya jaayega." Veer dramatically looked away. Bani was baffled. Yes he was looking so cute but five year olds behaved better than her husband when it came to milk.
"Veer, agar tumne doodh peeya toh main tumhe apna ek secret bataungi." Bani gave him a smile.
"O... Kay." Veer was intrigued. He sipped on the milk. What was her secret?
"Tumne mujhe bataya thha na ke tumne bachpan mein ek bachhi ki jaan bachaai thhi? Tumhe pata hai woh bachhi kaun hai?" Bani asked.
"Nahi phir kabhi mila nahi main usse."
"Woh bachhi main hi thhi Veer. Tumne jaan bachaai thi meri. Aaj agar main zinda hoon toh tumhaari wajah se hoon." Veer was astonished.
"Sach kehte ho tum Veer, tumhara aur mera connection sach mein bohot gehra aur purana hai." Bani held his hand and inter weaved their fingers. Veer smiled happily. This is one moment he will keep close to his heart for his life.
Veer gave her the glass of milk. She took it and sipped.
"Waise Bani, Bachpan mein tum jitni cute thhi naa, Ab usse kayi zyada hot ho gayi ho." Veer complimented her in a tease. She looked away, her cheeks adorning a tint of pink.
~~~
"Veer... Can you please come and help me?" Veer heard Bani's voice from the bathroom. He saw that she walked in the bathroom with a saree but why is she calling him right now? Is she okay? He got up and walked towards the bathroom. The door was open. He peeped in and saw her struggling with her saree.
"Kya hua Bani?" Veer asked when Bani called him inside.
"Please meri help kardo Veer. Mujhse saree bandhi nahi jaa rahi. Mere haath mein bohot dard ho raha hai."
Veer looked at her arm and saw swelling near her elbow. He took the saree from her hand. She turned around. He saw that her blouse also needed to be hooked. He adjusted the blouse on her shoulder and put the three hooks in place.
"Bani, your hair has grown longer." Veer noticed.
"Yeah, a little." Bani blushed.
"Veer mere saath abhi Naag Mandir chaloge?" Bani asked.
"Theek hai lekin pehle doctor ke pass chalenge." Veer told her. Bani nodded.
He wrapped the saree around her waist. He put the pallu in place and focussed on her pleats. Bani's heart fluttered. The way he helped her. The way he touched her. He is so protective, particular and possesive about her. She felt so special. What should she name this feeling? The way he held her body, the way his fingers caressed her skin. She wanted to ask him if they can stay like that for a little longer. She felt weak in her knees when he tucked the pleats in her underskirt. His fingers grazed into the skin of her stomach. She held onto his shoulder. That is when she noticed the little scars on his neck. Tears pricked in her eyes as she got reminded of Veer's fight with his mother.
"Yeh meri wajah se hua. Tumhe meri wajah se itni chot lagi hai." Bani touched the little scars. Guilt enveloped her heart.
"Shh ... shh ... it's okay, Bani ..."
"No, it's not Veer. It's not okay." Bani panicked.
"I know you did what you did for me... Lekin tum phir kabhi aisa kuch nahi karoge... Phir kabhi apni jaan khatre mein nahi daaloge ... Bhale hi baat mujhe bachaane ki ho. Promise me Veer." Tears ran down her cheek.
"Calm down Bani." He ran his fingers through her hair, cupping her face in his palms, his gaze a tender caress. "I'm here now, he whispered. Her pulse quickened while her weeping stilled to soft, little heaves, and when her eyelids drifted closed, her heart stuttered when he brushed them with his lips. "I'll keep you safe, I promise, he whispered, and a silent moan faded in her throat as his mouth trailed to her temple. "I swear no one will ever hurt you again ...
"Bani... he whispered, his voice hoarse against her lips, "I want to be there always, to protect you, cherish you ...
He bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple. "Or now." He traced the line of her cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against hers.
"Or—"
But she held his collar and pulled him closer to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully. The air hitching in her throat a mere heartbeat before she returned his passion, her mouth warm beneath his. Heat throbbed within as she lost herself in the caress of his hand on her waist, her mind dazed while his mouth explored. The soft flesh of her ear, the curve of her throat, her body humming with need as never before. She felt his shallow breaths, warm against her skin and with a low groan her heart beat faster and faster.
"Oh god, she whispered, her body shivering from the caress of his mouth to her throat. Her words vibrated beneath his lips, fragile and tinged with awe. "I never knew ... never dreamed ... it could be like this ..."
He clutched her close, his uneven breathing in rhythm with hers. God help Bani, she never realized it. She is so much in love with this man.
Veer slowly gathered her into his arms to rest his head against hers. His voice was soft and low and so full of love that it made her tremble. "Yes, you do, I know you love me he whispered, Bani was astonished. Did he have any power that could help him listen to her thoughts? "but I love you too much to ever hurt you with that love. Please take your time. I am waiting for you." He lifted her chin, his gaze tender. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Bani Sharma, and I want you in every way a man could ever want a woman. He stroked her jaw with the pad of his thumbs. "But if you don't want me to act on it, then I give you my word that I won't."
She could hear the pounding of his heart and she closed her eyes, her heart spilling over with gratitude for this man whose love made her feel almost whole. Almost worthy.
Almost human.
~~~
Veer walked behind Bani in the Naag temple. She offered the garland and prasad to do her pooja. Veer also joined his hands and closed his eyes in a silent prayer.He opened his eyes and paid attention to Bani who was looking at him.
"Mujhe tumse kuch kehna hai Veer."
"Haan bolo Bani."
"I am sorry Veer. Tumne mujhe humesha Jay ke baare mein warn kiya. Humesha Jay ka sach bataane ki koshish ki lekin maine tum par kabhi bharosa kiya hi nahi." Bani stepped closer to him.
"Please mujhse maafi mat maango Bani. Main samajhta hoon tumhe. Main yeh nahi kahunga ke tumse galtiyaan nahi hui ya yeh bhi nahi kahunga ke tumhaari galtiyon ki wajah se mujhe dard na hua ho lekin maine bhi toh tumhe chot pohochaai hai. Jaane anjaane mein maine bhi tumhe bohot hurt kiya hai." Veer cupped her face.
"Sabse zaroori baat yeh hai ke hum dono ek saath hai, ek doosre ke paas hai. Ek doosre ko samajhne ke liye. Ek doosre ka khayaal rakhne ke liye." Veer calmed her down.
"Tum rahoge naa mere saath. Kabhi mujhe chhodkar toh nahi jaaoge naa?" Bani started tearing up. "Mujhe nahi lagta ke main tumhaare saath rehna deserve karti hoon after everything I have put you through." She looked away angry and disappointed with her own self.
"Main humesha tumhaare saath rahunga Bani. Phir chaahe tum mujhse ladna chaaho, mujhse badla lena chaaho ya meri jaan lena chaho." Veer winked and Bani gave him a look.
"Mujhe achhe se pata hai that after everything you do and everywhere you go, you are going to come back home to me." Veer said confidently.
"Bohot pyaar karte ho naa mujhse?" Bani asked wanting him to say yes.
"Haan"
"Toh ussi pyaar ke khaatir Bholenaath ko sakshi maan ke main tumse poochna chahti hoon ke kya hum iss rishtey ki ek nayi shuruat kar sakte hai? Kya tum mujhe ek aur mauka de sakte ho? Kyonki main tumhe samajhna chahti hoon, jaan na chahti hoon. Tumhaare paas rehna chahti hoon. " Bani requested.
"Haan Bani." Veer was overwhelmed. He was able to see happiness in her eyes. He was able to see his future in her eyes.
She offered him a dibbi of sindoor and he filled her maang.
"Lo ho gayi main tumhaari... Poore haq se." Bani wrapped her arms around him.
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