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This is my second book a mysterious story that even I don’t know how it will end. Will it end in tears or with a smile? I have no idea.

As I’ve already said—I don’t like happy endings.

Have a nice reading… in hell.🫶

In a deep forest, the cool breeze brushed past a girl dressed in a red saree. Her long, wavy hair flowed down to her waist. Under the moonlight, her skin glowed softly. Her eyes sparkled as if they desired something, as if they wanted to claim it.

“Kab aayenge aap? Kitna samay ho gaya...” she whispered to herself.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed through the forest, growing louder with each passing second. The sound creaked in her ears. She smiled faintly but stood still, waiting. The footsteps stopped close enough to feel his presence, yet distant enough to keep space.

“Vish.” The voice sliced through the silence.

She turned slowly to face him.

He was tall - tall enough to make any woman fall for him. Broad shoulders, well-defined muscles—so perfect that every woman in the village envied her. He wore a simple dhoti, nothing on his upper body.

"That's why every women in the village are jealous of her - Vish."

“Aa gaye aap... itna samay laga diya.”

“Maaf kijiye,” he said, clasping his hands together, “aapke janamdin ko behtareen banane ki tayyari kar raha tha.”

A few men in dhoti-kurta appeared, carrying decorated thaals.

“Yeh sab kya hai?”

“Aapke liye uphaar,” he replied.

“Jab bhi aap humare saath kahin jaati hain, jis par aapki nazar padti hai, hum le lete hain. Jo cheez aap par acchi lagti hai, hum le lete hain. Aapne jo kuch bhi humse kaha... humne le liya Or ”

He stepped closer.

Then, gently he held her hand, as if it were something precious, like fragile glass, afraid that even a bit of pressure might shatter it.

“Par mujhe yeh sab nahi chahiye... mujhe kuch aur chahiye,” she said softly.

“Aap jo kahengi, hum de denge. Kahiye toh ek baar.”

She looked into his eyes, and with a calm yet cold voice, she said -

“Aapki saanse.”