Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 42: Aftermath

A month Later

Manvi made her way through the bustling local market, her arms laden with bags of fresh vegetables. As she approached her regular vendor, she greeted him with a warm smile.

"Bhaiya, sahi daam lagana.." she said, handing him the vegetables.

"Are, aap fikar mat karo. Aap toh hamari regular customer ho, aapko zyada nahi lagaunga," he reassured her, deftly packing the vegetables into a bag.

After paying him, Manvi headed home, her thoughts drifting to her plans for the evening meal. But as she entered her house and set down her groceries, her tranquility shattered with a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to find Dhruv standing before her, his presence striking fear into her heart.

"Tum mere ghar mein kaise ghuse?" she shouted, her voice tinged with panic.

Dhruv covered her mouth with his hand and pressed her against the wall, his grip on her hands unyielding. Manvi struggled against his hold, tears welling in her eyes as fear washed over her.

"Chod diya tumhare aashiq ne tumhe badnaam karke! Kamse kam mere saath thi toh itni badnaami toh nahi uthani padti," he sneered, his words dripping with contempt.

Defiantly, she met his gaze and retorted, "Hazar baar kah chuki hun main aur Aaravji sirf ache dost hai samjhe tum!" With a surge of courage, she pushed him away, seizing a nearby vase as a makeshift weapon. 

"Door raho mujhse.. Warna," she warned, her voice trembling with anger and resolve.

"Apne pati ko marogi? Aur kitna neeche girogi tum? Mujhe jail bheja phir uske ghar rehne gayi.. Maze kiye aur chod diya na usne tumhe.." he spat out bitterly, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Tumhe jo sochna hai socho, mujhe farak nahi padta hai! Main kisi ko koi safai nahi dungi.. Dhruv, chale jao yahan se tum," she demanded, her voice firm despite the fear coursing through her veins.

"Patni ho tum meri, mere saath aaogi mere ghar," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Mujhe nahi rehna tumhare saath, tum mujhe force nahi kar sakte ho," Manvi asserted, her resolve unwavering.

"Aaogi toh tum! Main bhi dekhta hun kaise nahi aati ho.. Tumhe iss society se agle 12 ghante mein nikalwaya nahi na toh dekhna," he threatened, before finally storming out of her home.

As the door closed behind him, Manvi leaned against it, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she fought to steady herself in the wake of his departure.  

As Manvi busied herself in the kitchen, the shrill sound of the doorbell shattered the silence of her home. She cautiously approached the door and peered through the peephole before opening it to find the society secretary standing on her doorstep, holding out a piece of paper.

"Yeh society ki taraf se complaints hain aapke khilaf. Aapko jald se jald yeh ghar khali karna hoga," he announced brusquely.

Manvi was taken aback. "Lekin kyun? Maine pure teen mahine ka advance diya hai.."

"Madam, aapke pati par police case chal raha hai.. Aap bhi wo business tycoon ke saath affair kar chuki hai! Hamari society mein aap jaisi aurat ke liye jagah nahi hai.." he accused, his tone laced with disdain.

A bitter smile played on her lips. "Kamal hai, Mishraji! Main aurat hun toh sab mujhe apna zor azmane aa jaate hai! Agar meri jagah ek mard yahan pe rehta toh koi pareshani nahi hoti kisi ko."

The secretary glanced at her remorselessly. "I am sorry! 80% se zyada society members ne vote kiya hai, aapko jaana hi hoga," he declared before turning to leave.