❥𝑵𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃 𝒕𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂
𝑲𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒖 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂•
His grip on my shoulders tightened as he said, "Don't do this. You're destroying yourself, Bondita."
I smiled...
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*Roy Chowdhury Mansion*
As the group arrived at the Roy Chowdhury mansion, Trilochan turned to Kohli and ordered, “Take Bondita to a room. She’s to start working as a servant in the haveli from today until her marriage is finalized.”
Bondita, without protest, agreed. Anirudh’s heart twisted with every word his uncle spoke, but he remained silent, unable to stop what was happening. Without a word, he walked out of the haveli, his mind swirling with emotions.
Kohli escorted Bondita to a small room typically reserved for servants. The room was bare and cold, but Bondita accepted it with grace. Kohli handed her a simple, plain saree. Bondita took it with a smile, quickly changing into it and freshening up. Then, remembering Trilochan’s orders, she asked Kohli for some work.
At first, Kohli refused, but Bondita insisted several times. Finally, Kohli relented and asked her to help out in the kitchen.
As Bondita worked, her hands busied with chores, her mind was elsewhere. She kept glancing toward the door, waiting for someone. Hours passed, yet there was no sign of him—her Sakha Babu hadn’t returned home.
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Anirudh sat alone in his dimly lit office, his fingers tracing over the case file in front of him. He had come to the courthouse to avoid facing Bondita, seeking refuge in his work. Yet no matter how hard he tried to focus, his thoughts drifted back to her. Her words echoed in his mind, refusing to let him be.
Finally, he closed the case file with a heavy sigh and leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes.
“Barrister Anirudh Roy Chowdhury...”
Anirudh’s eyes snapped open, startled. In front of him stood a haunting image of himself—his inner voice (HIV), staring back at him, mocking him.
HIV 1: “Oh, sorry. Should I call you Sakha Babu? No, no, wait... Rakshak Babu? Oh, my bad again... maybe *Pati Babu*?”
The mention of *Pati Babu* hit Anirudh hard, and he stepped back, his eyes wide with disbelief. Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes as his inner voice continued to torment him.
HIV 1: “What happened, Anirudh? You, the smartest barrister of Tulsipur... did all your fights, your enmity, make things right? Is everything fine now? You thought that by pushing Bondita away, by treating her like an enemy, everything would fall into place? Did you win, Barrister Anirudh Roy Chowdhury? Is your enmity complete? Is Bondita’s Barrister Babu finally at peace?”
