~MaNan FF~Benaam Rishta...The Ill-Fated Souls💔

~Insight and Prologue~

Yeh kahaani hai do aise logo ki jo adhure the. Jinhe zaroorat thi toh bas ek saathi ki...

(This is the story of two incomplete people. Who needed a soulmate to complete each other)

Ek ladka jo hamesha se akela tha...jisse duniya ne taano ke alaawa kuch nahi diya.. Woh gira, utha, ladaa aur khud ki pehchaan banayi...Aasaan raasto par woh kabhi nahi chala kyuki zindagi ne hamesha uske raaho mei kaate bichhaye...Isliye woh bann ek gaya kathor, patthar dil, nirdayi insaan... Jo nafrat karta do aise shabdo se jo shaayad uske iss duniya mei hone ka sabse bada sach hai...

(A boy who has been alone all his life...The world gave him nothing except some gut wrenching taunts...He fell, rose, fought and established his own identity...His path was never an easy one as life always laid thorns in his way...That is why he became a ruthless and cold hearted man...Who hates those 2 words which probably define the bitter truth of his existence)

Ek ladki bholi si...jisse pata nahi ki woh kis baat ki sazaa bhugat rahi hai...aisa kya gunaah kiya tha usne ki uski zindagi maut se kam nahi thi...Kahi naa kahi usne zindagi se samjhauta kar liya tha...Par jab usse aur bardaasht naa hua toh fir woh bas udd gayi...

(An innocent girl...Who was serving a punishment for no reason...What crime had she committed that her life was no less than death...Somewhere she had learnt to compromise with life...But when she couldn't tolerate anymore she flew away)

Zindagi dono ke liye kathin thi...beimaan thi...naainsaaf thi...

(Life was always full of hardships...dishonest...partial...for both of them)

Fir ek din aaya jab..

(And then one day)

Woh dono mile, ek duje ko jaana, hamdard bane, dukh baate, paas aaye, saath rahe, hamsafar bane aur apna ek chhota saa aashiyaana banaaya...

(They met, got to know each other, shared their pain amd grief, grew closer, stayed together, became companions and built their own small world)

Fir...

(Then...)

Fir...

(Then...)

Aur firse zindagi ne dhaaye unpe sitam...

(And then life again played a cruel game)

Kuch aisa hua jisse unki zindagi aur unke rishte ke maayne hi badal gaye...

(Something happened that changed the dynamics of their life and meaning of their relationship)

Aaakhir kya hai inka yeh 'Benaam Rishta'

(What is it about their...'Nameless Relationship')

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Prologue...

1 am: Kalighati, NH 28D

The night was eerily silent and darker today since it was Amavasya. As usual, there were no street lights and the bus carrying 50 odd passengers was passing through the dense woods of Kalighati. There was nothing except the headlights which could help the driver to decipher the way ahead. Also, the road was fairly empty at this time of night.

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1:30 am, ATS Headquarters, Delhi

Officer (panicking) - Tiwari Sir, we have received an emergency call from one of our officers stating that a bus has been hijacked near Kalighati forest on NH 28D

Tiwari (in action) - Approximate distance from Delhi

Officer - Roughly 2 hours

Tiwari - Civilians?

Officer - Around 40-50

Tiwari - And hijackers?

Officer - 4

Tiwari (authoritatively) - Send an SOS to Chauhan right away

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2 am: Kalighati, NH 28D
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Man (in a raised voice) - Bike ka tyre puncture ho gaya hai. Lift chahiye
(My bike's tyre is punctured. I need a lift)

The driver looked behind a man who stood pointing a gun at him and asked for his permission. The goon nodded and the driver removing his hand out of the window signalled the man to come in. When the man moved inside the bus, he gazed back as he heard someone lock the door. When he again turned his face to find a seat for himself, one of the hijackers placed the gun right on his forehead

Goon 1 (loading his gun) - Haath upar (Hands up)
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Taking out his service revolver, he cautiously stepped near the backseat of the bus. When he reached, he saw some movements beneath the leather jacket. Fisting the jacket in his palms, he removed it swiftly and at the same time kept his gun on the person's forehead whose head was down and was shaking like a leaf.

Man (sternly) - Idhar dekh. Palat
(Look up)

When the girl looked up, he immediately pulled away his gun as he stared at her stunned

Man (exclaiming in shock) - Tu? (You)

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Note: Manik in this story will be a total desi man. Hot, rugged, rude, masculine and beardo...

I promise to make you fall in love with this Manik.

The dialogues will be in Hindi or you can say with a Rajasthani dialect so as to give it a real and natural touch. But I will try to give translation in English as well...