BOUND HEARTS 💔❤️‍🔥

Prologue

Bound hearts hamesha se mere dil ke kareeb thi. So will complete it, no matter what it takes. I hope aap sabko ye pasand aayegi. Aur haa iss baar thoda alag tareeke se. I will be rewriting each chapter.

Toronto, Canada... A city that welcomes people with dreams... A city that is famous for its vibrant culture and businesses was today covered in the icy snow... The whole city was enveloped in the white layer, the cars struggled against it while workers indulged themselves in cleaning the road tirelessly... But still... It didn't help.

Amidst the icy cold, A warm black house stood out... Capturing the attention of side walkers with its color and design. The soft yellow lights glowed warmly through the windows. And in the middle of the cold, it felt like a warm cocoon.

Inside, two women were sitting wrapped in the blankets, Karishma and Haseena curled up together, their Laughter echoing in the silent house.

"You were such a cry baby Haseena, I still remember how you used to get emotional over silly things" Karishma teased her wife.... They both were remembering their past, a shared past, which isn't less than any rollercoaster.

"Yeah, and you used to do it on purpose to annoy me" Haseena said with pouty lips, complaining to her wife...

Karishma smiled at her wife's complaint before she pulled her into a side hug.... "Well I love you, and annoying you is just a part of my love."

Haseena playfully pulled Karishma's hair and said.. "if annoying is a love langauge that I think I deserve a right to playfully slap you sometimes... You know my love langauge?"

"I don't mind it but Each slap should be rewarded with a sweet kiss I guess" Karishma added with a smirk and a wink. Before she held Haseena's hand, trying to loosen up her grip on hairs...

"Well you deserve to get scolding instead" Haseena said puffing and left Karishma's hair.

"Don't you think you are too tough on me?" Karishma chided, holding Haseena's hand affectionately.

"Happy realisation!! Let me remind you again!" Haseena said with fake anger before she grabbed a pillow and launched it on Karishma and slammed it on her head.

"Haseena, I will not spare you once I get a chance" Karishma shouted, saving herself from Haseena's voilent attacks.

Before Haseena could hit her once more, Karishma swiftly grabbed Haseena's hand and pinned her down, coming on top of her.

" Maine kaha tha biwi ji, I will not spare you" Karishma whispered in a husky tone. Their earlier banter turned into an intimate moment.

KARISHMA'S POV....

I was hovering over her but still her eyes didn't show a sign of stopping soon.

She arched a brow, her lips curled into a playful smile before she whispered... "Aur aap kya karengi Mrs. Mallik?"

I smirked, she has always been so challenging... I traced my fingers over her jaw, tracing her soft curves before I whispered back... "You will find it soon Mrs. Singh" I leaned over her and pressed my lips against her neck, I Can't say how heavenly it's feel to see her shivering beneath me.

Her breath hitched and I know I have her. The cold outside didn't matter to us anymore, the only that existed was us. I kissed her gently, savouring her as she melted into me. Our love felt like a fire against the cold.

"You don't have any idea, how much I Love you Haseena" I murmured against her lips.

"I love you more" she said with a smile, her finger caressing my hairs...

Our love had survive so much... Storms, heartbreaks, opposition that for once it seemed impossible to overcome but as I held her close, I knew one thing... Our bond is stronger than any hardship.

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MUMBAI, INDIA....

The air in the grand hall was filled with the tension, an endless silence prevailing in the hall. The golden chandeliers casted an glow on the marble floors while a woman Sat beneath it on a couch. Her fingers tapped on the armrest, slow and deliberate.. just like a lioness waiting for it's prey. The only sound that could be heard was her taping of their fingers and the shallow breathing of the men standing in front of her.

"Kaha hai woh?"

Her voice, though calm still carried a dangerous edge. The men flinched but no one dared to say anything.

A bead of sweat rolled down the forehead of one of them. He swallowed hard before forcing the words out of his mouth. “W-We don’t know, ma’am.”

Silence. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, the woman grabbed the glass from the table beside her and smashed it on the floor. The sharp shatter echoed through the hall, making the men stiffen.

"What the hell are you doing from past three months?" She roared. Her voice echoing in the silent hall. "Woh hawa ki tarah gayab ho gayi aur tum hume keh rahe ho ki tumhe nahi pata? And you want me to believe this?"

She rose from her seat, the click of her heels against the marble floor sharp and precise. The men shifted uncomfortably under her burning gaze.

“You think this is a joke?” she hissed. "tum yaha waqt barbaad kar rahe ho aur woh waha na jaane kis haal mei hai, kaha hai? Lekin tum sab yaha makkhiya maar rahe ho.”

A trembling man stepped forward, desperation in his eyes. "Hum.. hum koshish kar rahe hai ma'am . She covered her tracks well. But we—”

His words were cut short as a folded piece of paper came flying toward him. A check. Blank.

“mujhe result chahiye, I don't fucking care about your koshish.” The woman’s voice was dangerously quiet now. “Find her. Bring her back. I don’t care what it takes. No mistakes. No failures. Am I clear?”

The men nodded vigorously, stumbling over their words as they hurriedly agreed.

She watched them hurriedly running out of the room, her expression stern But deep inside, beneath the stony exterior, a storm was going on.

Somewhere out there, her daughter had run.

But she would not run forever.

I have rewritten this story, with more hindi dialogues. I couldn't bear an incomplete story. Will complete it along Dark nights.

Yours author 🌹