ptv oneshots

my dracula lover-1

I wrote this chapter in a hurry and wasn't able to proofread so the wording might be off.

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A young man stood at the fence and watched the love of his life being helped onto her doli. Tears fell on their own as he looked onto his dirty hands, he was a labour, working for the british under the wealthy feudal lords. And the love of his life was being married to 'Vivek Rathore', he was known to be the britishers bootlicker, a greedy man and unfortunatey their zamindaar.

She was supposed to be his but she had no choice. He was in debt, because of the failed crops this year, many farmers were starving and he couldn't be selfish to destroy her life. In Thakur's mansion she could have all the wealth and luxury she deserved. What did he have? He could only love her from afar.

The doli was lifted and he saw her heena clad hands, her eyes were teary like his, as she waved at him through the window, he saw the design on her hand. It was 'Ka', written in sanskrit alphabet, a soft smile curved on his lip as he lifted his hand and waved back saying goodbye to his lover.

The love of his life, the woman he had dreamt of spending his life with, Meghna.

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"Baabu tu idhar kya kar raha?" His mother asked, she had just returned from her working place, his mother was a famous tantric. She made enough to fill their bellies with food, he was more of a liablity for her. He had made a huge mistake and signed away those papers that zamindar had forced them to, and now he was a literal slave.

"Udaas hai?" He nodded his head, scraping the ground, "Because of Meghna?", he stopped,his hands halting her name a like a dagger to his heart. His mother patted his shoulder, "It doesn't matter, one day you will meet a woman-".

"Mujhe bas woh chahiye!"

He stood up controlling his tears knowing now she would be in the arms of her husband, he might be showering her with love. And here he was drowning in her memories while she was becoming someone else's. It broke his heart, "Usko toh meri yaad bhi nahi aarahi hogi, kaha mai ek chota sa kisaan aur woh Thakur".

There was a hint of jealousy in his tone, every farmer- every man born in poverty would look at the rich zamindar and wonder, 'what if they were born into wealth too?'

"Pagal hogya kya?" Her mother picked up the jhaadu and smacked his leg with it, she saw the craziness in his eyes. "Usne meri mohabbat cheen li".

Her mother picked up her chappal and threw that at him, "Bakwaas band kar, kisine sunn liya na toh dono ko khandar m phek denge. Apni buddhi Maa ka toh soch".

And her words brought him out of his delusion, "Aap hi ka sochkar khudko rok leta hu, warna Meghna ki doli thodi uthne deta".

Her mother consoled him by taking his hand, "Tera haath padha hai maine, iss janam mai nahi toh agle mai woh teri hogi, kasam se".

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"Murtasim, why were you running?" Karthik asked, seeing his best friend struggling to catch his breath, gripping the fence tightly. "The Thakur is dead, they're burning Meghna-"

"Where is she?"

"Taking his corpse to the cremation ground," and he was already sprinting away. Panic gripped Karthik's heart; something felt wrong since he woke up. The overcast skies mirrored his inner turmoil as he raced, haunted by the image of Meghna engulfed in flames. He couldn't bear the thought. He had let her go once for her happiness. The idea of her charred body and innocent eyes tormented him, propelling him to run faster, lest he lose her again. Losing her now would extinguish even the flicker of hope.