ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

60 . you taught me well, deep

Mayura's pov:

I'm trapped in this dark, damp place, my heart racing with fear. I don't know where I am . All I remember is leaving the wedding venue, feeling like I had no choice. Deep's voice echoes in my mind, his threats and demands haunting me.

I can't be weak, I told myself. I have to be strong, for Tannu's sake. My friend, my dear friend, was kidnapped because of me. I feel a surge of guilt and determination. I have to save her, no matter what it takes.

I think back to the anklet and phone I left behind, hoping Abhimaan will find them and understand. He has to know I didn't leave him by choice. I was forced, coerced by Deep's evil plans.

I can't believe Deep would stoop so low. I never thought he was capable of something like this. But now, I'm faced with the harsh reality. He's desperate, dangerous, and willing to do anything to get what he wants.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead. I have to stay calm, think clearly. I have to find a way out of this place, rescue Tannu, and bring Deep to justice. I won't let him win. I won't let him break me. I'm Mayura abhimaan deep Shekhawat , and I'm stronger than this.

As the cloth was removed from my face, I blinked rapidly, adjusting to the light. My eyes widened in shock and anger as I saw Deep Rathore standing before me, a sinister grin spreading across his face. My gaze shifted to the side, and my heart sank as I saw Tannu, unconscious and tied to a chair, her eyes closed and her body limp.

"Deep, what do you want?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear and rage coursing through my veins. "Why are you doing this?"

Deep's grin grew wider as he took a step closer to me. "I've always loved you, doll ," he said, his voice dripping with obsession. "More than a best friend. I always wanted you, but you never saw me that way. You never gave me a chance."

I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I realized the depth of Deep's delusion. "You're sick, Deep," I spat, trying to keep my revulsion in check. "You're not even a friend, let alone someone I'd ever consider romantically."

Deep's face twisted in anger, but he continued to speak in a calm, calculated tone. "You stopped coming to college, and I heard your father went bankrupt. I heard you got married to Abhimaan. Why didn't you think about me once, doll ? Why didn't you consider how I'd feel?"

I laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Consider how you'd feel? You're not even a blip on my radar, Deep. You're nothing to me. And now, you're resorting to kidnapping and God knows what else?"

Deep's eyes narrowed, his face reddening with anger. "You'll pay for this, doll ," he snarled. "You'll pay for ignoring me, for rejecting me. You'll pay for choosing Abhimaan over me."

My heart raced as Deep's grip on Tannu's hair tightened, her eyes still closed, unaware of the danger she was in. The gun pointed at her head, its cold metal gleaming in the dim light. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I struggled against my restraints, desperate to break free and protect my friend.

"Don't hurt her, Deep!" I pleaded, trying to keep my voice calm despite the panic rising inside me. "Whatever you want, I'll do it. Just don't harm Tannu."

Deep's eyes gleamed with a sadistic light, his smile growing wider. "Oh, doll," he crooned. "You're so predictable. You'll do anything to save your precious friend. But it's too late for that. You should have thought of that before you rejected me."

I struggled harder, my wrists and ankles burning as I tried to break free. But Deep's grip was too strong, his hold on Tannu too tight. I knew I had to think fast, come up with a plan to distract him, to save Tannu before it was too late.

"Let's get married," I said, my voice firm and resolute.

Deep's smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing in surprise. He took a step back, his grip on Tannu's hair loosening slightly.

"What did you say?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

"I said, let's get married," I repeated, my heart pounding in my chest. "If that's what you want, then let's do it. But leave Tannu out of this. Let her go, and I'll marry you."

Deep's eyes searched mine, as if looking for any sign of deception. But I kept my gaze steady, my resolve firm.

"Very well," he said finally, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Let's get married, doll . But don't think for a moment that this will save you. You're mine now, forever."

As Deep's words sent a chill down my spine, I closed my eyes and silently prayed to God, pleading for Abhimaan to arrive soon. I knew I had to keep Deep occupied, to stall for time until Abhimaan could find me. I took a deep breath and forced a smile onto my face, trying to appear calm and resigned to my fate.

"Let's get this over with, then," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Deep's eyes lit up with excitement, and he released Tannu, pushing her aside as he approached me. I flinched as he reached out to touch me, but I didn't pull away. I knew I had to keep him convinced that I was surrendering to his demands.

Just hold on, Abhimaan, I thought desperately. Please, please come soon.

"Come on, Deep, let's go to the temple right now and get married," I said, my voice firm and commanding, just like it used to be in our college days. "No fancy ceremonies, no guests, just us. If you really want to marry me, let's do it now."

Deep's eyes widened in surprise at my boldness, but then a sly smile spread across his face. "You're eager to seal your fate, aren't you, Mayura?" he sneered. "Very well, let's go to the temple. But don't think you'll be able to escape me once we're married."

I ignored his taunt and walked out of the room, heading towards the temple nearby. Deep followed me, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I knew I had to keep him occupied, to distract him from Tannu until Abhimaan arrived. And so, I continued to walk, my heart pounding in my chest, praying that Abhimaan would reach us before it was too late.

I smirked to myself, remembering the self-defense classes Deep had taught me in college. "You're going to regret underestimating me, Deep," I thought.

As the guards moved closer, their guns visible, I knew I had to act fast. I used my weight to pivot, swinging my leg around in a swift kick that connected with the first guard's stomach. He grunted, doubling over, and I quickly grabbed his gun.

The second guard lunged at me, but I was ready. I used my free hand to deliver a sharp jab to his jaw, followed by a knee to the groin. He crumpled, and I snatched his gun as well.

I stood tall, guns in hand, ready to face Deep when he returned. My wedding lehenga was no hindrance, and I felt a surge of empowerment. "You taught me well, Deep," I whispered, "but you forgot that I'm not a victim."