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GHUNGHAT- The tragedy
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  • Reads 3,182
  • Votes 428
  • Parts 14
  • Time 2h 46m
Ongoing, First published Aug 05
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' Jab kahani Prem ki hoti hai tabh dard apne aap aa jata hai, aur jab likhna dard ho toh pyaar toh manzur hai '

Welcome to a story of tragedy of a couple from the late nineties, wishing to spend theory whole lives with eachother nevertheless their love hailed something ugly instead of companionship for the rest of their lives. 

A story of Anubhav and Haseena, the couple who wishes for prosperity but gets separation instead. 
...

"Sirf saree nahi, har ek andaz mein aap haseen lagti hai"
" Yeh bas aap hi kehte hai, kisi aur ko humse itna lagav kyun nahi hai phir? ya phir aap jhuth kehte hai humse ki hum khubsurat hai.." Haseena's lips were pouted, while she unhooked her blouse.
" Woh koi kambakht hi hoga jo apki khubsurti na dekh paye..warna aap toh humare liye sabse haseen mahila hai, aur yeh jhuth nahi hai " His eyes slowly departed to her chest from her eyes and the night grew darker. 
....

This idea is purely fictional, no hurt to any caste, religion or creed. I hope you people will consider that and enjoy it as it is.
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.