Our Forbidden Love

Chapter 12

The whole day was just going fine for Manisha. She had accomplished some work, went with the ladies of the colony to buy vegetables, and was now comfortably sitting at home. Little did she know that her peaceful day was about to take an unexpected turn.

As she was engrossed in her thoughts, there was a sudden knock on the door. Manisha sighed and got up to answer it. But to her surprise, standing at the doorstep was Manya, a woman she had seen before but Manisha's first impression of her was not a pleasant one, so she instantly felt turned off by her appearance.

Manya squinted her eyes and looked at Manisha with a hint of curiosity. In a rather confrontational tone, she asked, "Kya problem hai teri?" Manisha was taken aback and replied, "Matlab kya hai aapka?"

With a smirk on her face, Manya continued, "Tum ameer log konsi chaal chal rahe ho? Jo bhi kar rahe ho inn sab cheezo se mere Abhishek ko door hi rakho. woh inn sab cheezo ke liye bahut bhola hai" Manisha's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Manya was referring to Abhishek, her husband.

Summoning her inner strength, Manisha responded firmly, "Tera Abhishek? Woh mera Abhishek hai. Main uski wife hoon." The confrontation between the two women was escalating rapidly.

With a hint of sarcasm, Manya retorted, "Nakli biwi asli biwi nahi." Manisha felt a surge of anger rush through her veins, but she quickly regained her composure. She had been living with Abhishek for so long that she had forgotten she was not legally his wife.

However, Manisha refused to back down. Gathering her confidence, she warned Manya, "Woh jo bhi ho agar ab Tu mere ya mere Abhishek ke paas dikhi na ek call karungi aur 50 log aa jayenge terko maarne ke liye. Samjhi?" The defiance in her voice resonated through the room. Manya's expression changed instantly, and fear crept into her eyes.

Just as she began to calm down, there was another knock on the door. Frustrated, Manisha assumed it was Manya again. Swinging the door open, she shouted, "Kyun ayi hai dobara yaha par?" But to her surprise, it was Abhishek standing there, looking confused.

Abhishek asked Manisha, "Kya hua, Manisha ji?" as he entered their room. Manisha replied with frustration, "Abhishek ji, aapki itni saari ladki dost kyun hai?"

Abhishek looked confused and asked, "Ladki dost? Kiski baat kar rahe ho Manisha ji?"
Manisha corrected herself, "Mera matlab hai Manya."

Before Manisha could finish her sentence, Abhishek interrupted with excitement, "Manya? Woh yaha ayi thi? Woh toh meri bachpan ki dost hai!" He paused for a moment and added, "Pata hai pehle woh meri biwi bane wali thi par aap aa gaye chalo acchi baat hai ki woh nahi ayi."

Manisha's eyes widened in surprise, and Abhishek realized his slip-up. He stumbled over his words, trying to backtrack, but Manisha couldn't help but blush.

After a moment, she remembered her initial anger and decided to sit on the bed. Abhishek, sensing her change in mood, approached her cautiously. "Manisha ji, Par maine kya kiya?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Manisha looked at his innocent face and couldn't help but soften. She mustered up the courage to say, "Gale lago mere." Abhishek hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react, but he obliged and wrapped his arms around her.

As they held each other, Manisha mumbled, "Abhishek, sirf Manisha ka hai. Theeke?" Abhishek was initially shocked by her possessiveness, but he quickly nodded in agreement. Manisha continued, "Aur Manisha sirf Abishek ki hai."

They stayed in that embrace for some time, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other's presence. Finally, Abhishek gently pulled away and suggested, "Chalo dinner karte hai". They walked hand in hand to the kitchen area.

Abhishek and Manisha had just finished a delightful dinner together. Feeling content and uplifted, they decided to visit the people in their neighborhood. Abhishek joined the men's group while Manisha found herself amidst a gathering of lively ladies.

As the conversation flowed, Manisha couldn't help but notice how these women exuded happiness. They laughed and shared stories, munching on peanuts and relishing the simple pleasures of life. Manisha realized that she, too, was genuinely enjoying this down-to-earth atmosphere. 

Despite her upbringing in a wealthy family, she found herself drawn to the genuine joy and camaraderie she witnessed in the company of these modest individuals.

As the night wore on, the music started and everyone began to dance. Manisha's eyes wandered around the room and landed on Abhishek, who was evidently lost in the rhythm. To her, his happiness was magnetic, and she couldn't help but admire his radiant smile.

Suddenly, an auntie from the group playfully pushed Manisha towards Abhishek, urging them to dance together. Initially hesitant, Manisha soon found herself surrendering to the infectious energy. With each step and twirl, she found herself letting go of the trappings of her fame and fortune.

The night carried on, and as the festivities came to an end, everyone bid their farewells and made their way home. Hand in hand, Abhishek and Manisha strolled back to their house, their hearts filled with the joys of the evening. Little did they know, however, that someone had been observing their every move.

Meanwhile, in the home of Mr. Rawat Bansal, a phone call disrupted the late evening silence. He picked up the phone and greeted the caller with a simple "hello?" There was a brief pause before a mysterious voice on the other end spoke.

"Mr. Bansal, aapko yakeen nahin hoga aapki beti abhi kya kar rahi hai," the messenger said ominously.

Manisha was just sitting on the bed, lost in her own thoughts. The room was filled with silence, save for the soft sound of her breathing. Suddenly, Abhishek walked into the room nervously, his hands fidgeting with a small object. Manisha looked up, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

, Abhishek took a deep breath and stammered, "Umm, Manisha ji. Maine aapke liye kuch banaya hai. Mere paas itne paise nahi the ki main khareeed saku." He held out his trembling hands, revealing a handmade plushie

Manisha's eyes widened with delight as she took the plushie in her hands. The stitches were a bit uneven, and the cotton stuffing peeked out from its seams, but it was filled with love and effort. She looked up at Abhishek, smiled, and then hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Abhishek ji. Mere liye yeh bahut mayane rakhta hai."

But as she held the plushie close, a thought crossed her mind. "Par merko plushie ki kya zaroorat jab mere paas bada wala plushie hai?" Manisha questioned, her voice filled with unease.

Abhishek's eyes dropped to the floor, and he let out a sigh. "Manisha ji, hum har wakt saath mei toh nahi reh sakte na? "

Manisha's heart sank at his words, feeling a sudden emptiness inside. "Saath nahi reh sakte?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Abhishek gently lifted her chin, looking into her eyes, and said,"Manisha ji aap samajhne ke koshish kariye koi na koi cheez toh hume alag karegi hi."

Manisha couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Abhishek. She softly placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Shhh, Abhishek ji, kisi bhi mai ka lal hume alag nahi kar sakta".