Mohra ✔️

Part- 25

(I hope ab plot/ story yaad aa gyi ho nhi toh bata dena)

Continuing from the previous part...

Vishwas's Home 🌼

"Aaram se, Anu… jal raha hai!" Vishwas winced, flinching in pain as Anubhav gently dabbed ointment onto the raw wound.

"Abhi toh aapne bhi lagaya tha, Prabhu…" Anubhav retorted playfully, pressing the cotton a little firmer with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Aaahh!" Vishwas jerked his hand back instinctively. "Papi insaan! Ek toh main madad kar raha hoon, aur tu mere ghaav par mirch masala laga raha hai…" He taunted, though a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Sorry…" Anubhav muttered softly, his tone laced with genuine remorse.

"Huh…" Vishwas sighed, offering his hand back with reluctant grace. But instead of taking it, Anubhav leaned forward and embraced him tightly.

"Sorry… humne tum par shak kiya…" He whispered, voice heavy with guilt.

"Uske liye..?"  Vishwas said with a dramatic pause, "uske liye sirf sorry se kaam nahi chalega. Meri shaadi ke liye ek nayi sherwani kharidni padegi!" He chuckled, tapping Anubhav’s back.

They both laughed—an honest, warm laughter that broke the tension like sunlight slicing through mist. For a fleeting moment, the weight between them dissolved.

*Knock knock*

"Aa jaiye!"  Vishwas called out casually, not bothering to glance toward the door. But Anubhav's posture tensed ever so slightly, as if he sensed a presence—someone familiar.

"Kya hua, SHO sahiba?"  he asked without looking up, his fingers continuing to wrap the bandage with practiced precision. Vishwas followed Anubhav’s gaze—and there she was. Haseena stood silently at the threshold, her eyes locked with Anubhav’s in a charged, wordless exchange that seemed to freeze time.

Sensing the sudden shift in energy, Vishwas cleared his throat and stepped back with a knowing smile.
"Hume achanak ek zaroori kaam yaad aa gaya…" he murmured diplomatically, excusing himself and slipping out, leaving the two alone in the thickening silence.

Anubhav finally turned, his gaze steady.
"Kahiye, Haseena ji?" he said, his voice low but clear.

"Toh hamara shak sahi tha…" She replied, her tone laced with quiet accusation.
"Aap hi Anubhav hain. Dhruv ban kar humare saath ek khel khela gaya. Woh hallucinations nahi the—woh aap hi the.."

Anubhav faced her fully now, his eyes calm—like a forest river, still on the surface but deep and unreadable beneath.

"Hum maanta hai, hum Dhruv nahi hain. Yeh sach hai.." he began, his voice quiet but resolute.
"Lekin ab hum Anubhav bhi nahi rahe. Anubhav ko toh Karishma Singh… aur aap… dono ne maar diya. Ab hum sirf ek benaam sa insaan hain—jo sirf apne chehre par lage daag ko mitana chahta hai."

Haseena’s breath caught for a moment under the weight of his gaze. He continued, gently but firmly.

"Hum jaante hain, aap naraz hain…"

"Naraz?" He interrupted, almost with a faint, hollow smile.

"SHO sahiba, hamara aapse ab koi lena dena nahi… ki hum aapse naraz ho ya koi gila rakhe.."

His words hung in the air, calm and cutting, echoing like a whisper in a quiet forest after the storm.

"Isliye hum par goli chala di thi aapne bhi?" She asked with straight face, making him furrowed his brows and a sarcastic smile across his face.