This story is about Ranbir and Prachi
Ranbir Kohli
A Mafia King who loved his wife so much
He was a very possessive man
He was a powerful man
Prachi Kohli
She was a sweetheart
She loved her husband dearly
But what happens when Anurag Ranbir'...
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It had been a month since the incident. Prachi had taken care of Ranbir until he was discharged from the hospital. He had tried asking her where she had gone that day, but she never told him, and he didn't press her further. As days passed, they both fell back into their routines, yet something had changed. Prachi had grown distant from Ranbir. She still cared for him—she ensured he had his meals, reminded him about his medications, and managed everything he needed—but the warmth was gone. Her actions felt cold, mechanical, and detached.
Ranbir could feel the change in her, and it frustrated him. Every day, she would look after him like it was her responsibility, but her words were few, and her eyes never lingered on his. No matter how much he tried to break through her aloofness, she always evaded his questions or deflected his attempts to get closer. It was as though she had built an unbreachable wall between them.
One evening, as they sat for dinner, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Ranbir leaned back in his chair, frustration evident on his face.
Ranbir: "Prachi, will you stop this," he said, barely hiding his irritation.
Prachi: "Kya baat kar rahe hai aap, Ranbir," she asked, her voice laced with confusion.
Ranbir: "Oh, come on! Stop this bullshit," he snapped angrily, struggling to control his rising temper.
He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, and moved to kneel in front of her. Gently, he took her hands in his, his touch soft but firm. His eyes searched hers, filled with a mix of pain and determination.
Ranbir: "Jaan, please... it's not your fault," he said, his voice breaking slightly. He knew all too well that she was blaming herself for what had happened, and he hated the weight she was carrying. She got up from there taking her hands back from his and went upstairs to their room
Ranbir groaned in irritation, his patience worn thin. With a frustrated sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and stormed upstairs, his footsteps heavy with determination. His eyes stayed fixed on her retreating figure, and as they reached their room, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back abruptly. Before she could protest, he spun her around and pressed her tightly against his chest, his hand clutching her waist to ensure she couldn't escape.
Ranbir: "Stop shutting me out, Prachi," he said sternly, his voice thick with frustration, a mix of anger and desperation flickering in his eyes.
Prachi sighed in defeat, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders. For days, she had been drowning in self-blame for everything that had gone wrong. She didn't realize how much her silence, her ignorance, was tearing Ranbir apart.
Ranbir: "Just tell me what the fuck is going on in that little head of yours," he demanded, his voice stern, anger and longing mixing in equal measure.
Her eyes filled with tears, and Ranbir noticed immediately. He sighed, trying to calm his frustration, his grip on her loosening. Gently, he guided her to sit on the bed and knelt in front of her, his anger softening into concern.
Ranbir: "Please, Prachi, mujhe bataye na kya hua hai. Kya chal raha hai? Aap mujhse aise dur jati ja rahi hai, aur yeh mujhe bilkul bardash nahi hota. Please bataye na," he pleaded, his tone now gentle yet firm, desperation laced in his voice.
She finally broke. The walls she had built around her emotions crumbled as she sat beside him and hugged him tightly, her sobs shaking her frame. Ranbir sighed deeply, his heart aching to see her like this, but a part of him was relieved that she was at least letting it out instead of bottling it all inside.
When she pulled back to meet his gaze, he wiped her tears and drew her closer, his arms providing her the security she so badly needed.
Prachi: "I'm sorry, Ranbir. Ye sab meri wajah se ho raha hai. Meri wajah se apko..." She paused, struggling to get the words out. "I was so scared when you were in the OT. The doctor said you were in critical condition, and it was all because of me—because of me, Anurag shot you—"
Ranbir cut her off immediately.
Ranbir: "First of all, aap khud ko blame karna band kijiye. Aapki wajah se kuch nahi hua hai. Aur aap janti hai mera profession aisa hi hai. Please, stop blaming yourself. I beg you," he said firmly, irritation seeping into his voice.
Prachi: "How can I stop? I know I'm the reason for everything that happened, and I've made a decision to end this." Her voice was steady now, her determination evident.
Ranbir frowned, his confusion apparent.
Ranbir: "What decision?"
Prachi: "Mujhe khatam karna padega ye rishta," she said, and his eyes widened in shock.
Ranbir: "What the fuck do you mean?" he asked, his tone laced with anger and disbelief.
Prachi: "Apse nahi—Anurag se. I'm done. I don't want him, his friendship, anything. Mujhe ab usse koi rishta nahi rakhna. I hate him, Ranbir. Usne apko chot pahunchane ki koshish ki, aur main yeh harghis bardash nahi kar sakti." Her words were firm, leaving no room for doubt.
Ranbir: "Prachi, par Anurag aapka best friend hai, aur aap—"
She cut him off sharply.
Prachi: "Best friend tha. Ab woh mera kuch nahi lagta. Ab mujhe usse nafrat hai. Jo apko chot pahunchane ki koshish karega, woh mera kuch nahi lag sakta," she declared, her voice unwavering.
Ranbir sighed deeply, knowing how hard this must be for her. Letting go of someone who had been such a big part of her life wasn't an easy decision. But seeing her resolve, he chose to support her. Pulling her into a warm hug, he felt her tense body gradually relax against him.
Ranbir: "Agar aap yahi chahti hai, toh theek hai. I support you. Par agar kabhi bhi aap apna decision badalna chahe, I will never question you, jaan," he said softly, his fingers gently caressing her hair.
Prachi: "Dil se utare hue log phir kabhi dil mein jagah nahi bana sakte. Mujhe ab usse koi lena-dena nahi hai. He is dead to me," she whispered, a lone tear escaping her eye.
This was a monumental decision for her. Anurag had been a significant part of her life—her childhood best friend, someone she had trusted deeply. But Ranbir was her life, her world, and Anurag had tried to destroy that. She couldn't and wouldn't forgive him. Nothing mattered more to her than her husband.
