Anuseena ----- Yaaram

10: Daagh

Sub ne guess to thek Kiya hai but hint ghalat jagah se li thi. Hint wahan se thi jab Anubhav Haseena ko kahta hai k wardi ka koi mazaq nahi hai. You remember he beat Salman Malik while taking off his shirt kuk wardi par daagh nahi lagna chahiye. Yeh main point tha.

Main yeh story light-hearted rakhna chahti thi. But life humesha hi Khushi wali to nahi hoti. Yeh troop jab ye Kahani banai thi tab se hi damagh main tha. Kaala paisa Pyar ki yad aa Gai thodi thodi. Kisi ne yeh drama daikha hai?.(Turkish drama hai)

So thodi si is chapter main tone sad hone wali hai, please bear with me. Thodi khamoshi zayada Hogi.

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Sometimes, life leads you to a point where you don't even realize how you got there.

Haseena Malik, who once had no understanding of what true sorrow felt like, now finds her heart in turmoil. A person, who has silently taken root in her soul, is no longer the man she knew.

He is not happy. He is unraveling from the inside, and she stands helplessly, watching him shatter, piece by painful piece.

She looked at the television screen, where the news of the revered DSP of the city was now at the center of a storm in which he is accused of stealing diamonds from the CM's son, which had been given to him for safekeeping. The news was everywhere, and she hated it. She wanted to wipe that news from existence.

She switched off the television in frustration, but the silence that followed was more suffocating than the noise.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way toward their room. She found him in the corner of the room. His face was calm, unreadable, but there was a storm brewing behind those eyes. She could feel it. She could sense the turmoil inside him, even if he didn't show it.

She never knew what it felt like to love someone so deeply.

No, don't get her wrong... she loved her parents and even her friends deeply, but there was no sorrow, no conflict, no struggle, no fight to earn that love. She had been bestowed that love by the goddess of fortune. But in the case of Anubhav, she was falling apart seeing him go through the ordeal of being investigated daily and coming home hollow and empty.

She walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He turned to her, tried to smile weakly, and placed his hand on hers.

"Anubhav, ap itne khamosh ku hai?" she asked softly, her voice breaking the quiet.

"Hum jante hai k Jo Kuch ho Raha hai thek nahi ho raha, par ap inko batate ku nahi k woh heere pahle se hi naqli the. Ap ne kaha tha k ap commissionar sir se bat karain ge. Ap kahe to hum dad se.." at that he looked at her sharply and she understood that no matter what he was not going to get anyone's help.

She sighed with disappointment. She sat besides him while putting her head on his shoulder, where both of their hands are joined while muttering
"This... this is madness."

Anubhav didn't answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the window, the city lights flickering in the distance like a thousand tiny stars.

His silence spoke volumes, but nothing she wanted to hear. She felt the ache in her chest grow as she sat near him, helplessly. She wanted to throw a tantrum but she couldn't afford to throw one when the one whose life career and honor was in stake was silent one.

"Humain samjh nahi aa Rahi k ap lad ku nahi rahe? Itne shant kaise hain?" Her tone finally betrayed her frustration.

His eyes flickered toward her, and there was a deep, almost haunting sadness in them. He looked at her as if he were seeing her from a great distance, as if he were lost in his own world.