They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Aankhen padho aur jaano raza kya hai Har baat lafzon se bayan ho to maza kya hai
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Raj pushed open the door, his steps heavy, the weight of the past day evident in every movement. His hand, wrapped in a bandage now spotted with dried blood, hung stiffly by his side. His face bore the marks of the fight—cuts tracing his jaw, a faint bruise near his cheekbone. The house was dim, silent, until Lata's voice cut through the stillness.
The lights flickered on, and she stood there, her eyes narrowing as she took him in. "Raj? Where have you been?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of worry and sharpness. Her gaze landed on his hand, the bandage a glaring reminder of trouble. "And what is this? What have you done now?"
Flashback
The evening sun sank lower, bleeding hues of orange and crimson onto the horizon, painting the highway in a fiery glow. Adair's sleek black car prowled behind Raj's sedan, maintaining a calculated distance. The air inside the car was suffocating, thick with a tension that buzzed like a live wire, its charge growing with every passing second.
He watched the car ahead as if it were prey, his expression sharp, unreadable.
"Boss," Raghav finally broke the silence, his knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. He glanced at Adair but quickly returned his focus to the road. "We've been following him for over an hour. What's the plan? Are we just going to watch him all night?"
Adair's lips twitched into a ghost of a smirk, his gaze fixed unwaveringly ahead. "Patience, Raghav," he murmured, his voice cool and deliberate. "Patience always rewards those who wait."
The road narrowed, forcing Raj's car to slow as it approached a congested street. Vendors shouted over the honks of impatient drivers, and the uneven asphalt forced careful navigation. Raj's sedan weaved cautiously through the chaos until an overloaded truck, its horn blaring aggressively, veered dangerously close.
The screech of tires filled the air as Raj slammed on the brakes. His window rolled down, and his arm shot out as he leaned halfway out of the car, his voice an explosion of fury. "Are you blind, you idiot? Watch where the hell you're going!"
Adair leaned forward slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "There it is."
The universe, it seemed, had been listening.
A sharp, jagged piece of debris dangled precariously from an overhead beam at a nearby construction site. A gentle breeze swayed it, and then, as if fate itself tipped the scales, it gave way. The debris plummeted with sickening speed, slicing through the air and landing with brutal precision—straight onto Raj's extended hand.
A guttural cry ripped from Raj's throat, raw and visceral. The sound pierced the cacophony of the street as he yanked his arm back into the car, blood spurting from the deep gash. His curses spilled out like venom, but they did nothing to dull the pain.
