हाथ थाम ले पिया

करते हैं वादा,

अब से तू आरजू,

तू ही है इरादा,

मेरा नाम ले पिया मैं तेरी रुबाई,

तेरे ही तो पीछे-पीछे बरसात आई,

बरसात आई

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Author's POV.

His sister-in-law was missing.

He was trying his best to find her.

It had been only a few weeks that he had found her, a mother-figure for him. After twenty freaking years of his life. And here, she was missing.

Her life was on stake, not only hers, her child's too.

Yes, she was pregnant. 2weeks pregnant.

What would he answer his brother whom he loves so much? Whom he respects so much?

His brother trusts him the most. And here, his Bhabhi was missing.

His mind was consumed with the thoughts of his missing sister-in-law. He paced back and forth, trying to piece together the puzzle of her disappearance. Who could have taken her?

He pondered the possibilities, his brows furrowing in deep concentration.

All that was happening in the past days, revolved around his mind.

The Choudhary's.

Their enemy. The most likely to be culprits.

Their longstanding feud with the Singh's had always simmered beneath the surface, ready to ignite at any moment.

Abhisar couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more than the story. He knew he had to dig deeper, uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath the layers of deceit and betrayal.

With a determined look in his eyes, Abhisar made a decision. He would leave no stone unturned, sparing no efforts in this quest to find his Bhabhi. He felt a surge of determination coursing through his veins.

Little did he know that his journey would lead him down a treacherous path, filled with unexpected twists and dangerous future. But he was ready to face whatever challenge lay ahead, fuelled by his love for his brother and his unwavering resolve to bring his sister-in-law back home safely.

He had already sent messages to his brother through letters, who was outside for his step-mother's treatment.

But, no reply was coming from the other side, indicating that something was surely wrong.

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Two days had passed.

His heart raced as he stood outside the imposing gates of the Choudhary's.

Determination burned in his eyes as he prepared to confront the family, he believed had kidnapped his pregnant sister-in-law.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the gate and strode towards the entrance of their ancestral home.

Few goons where straddling outside.

He covered his face and moved inside. He could hear the distant sound of voices and laughter coming from within the house.

He knew he had to be cautious and gather as much information as possible before making his move.

He discretely made his way around the perimeter, searching any signs of Priya, his Bhabhi.

But she was no where to be found. Not a trace.

He finally decided to come face to face with the Sarpanch.

Vikas Choudhary.

Standing on the entrance again, he uncovered his face and in a millisecond, one of the goons, was on the floor with a broken nose.

Rest of the goons gathered around him and he shouted,

"Vikas Choudhary se milna hai hume. Mard hai toh bolo aa kar humse baat karega."

The senior goon, stated,

"Tum toh Abhisar Singh lag rahe ho."

"Lag nahi rahe hai, wahi hai beta, bulao jaa kar apne maalik ko, warna do-chaar ko aur gira de maar kar."

The goon made a face, and moved inside.

He paced back and forth, waiting for him to arrive.

And finally after five minutes, he heard the footsteps approaching him.

Vikas walked along with the same goon, in dhoti and kurta.

He laughed dangerously, looking at Abhisar and spoke,

"Bhabhi ko lene devar aaya hai, dekho toh kitna pyaar hai."

Abhisar laughed back,

"Humara ghar tumhare tarah thodi hai mukhiya ji, Jahan aurton ke bandh kar rakha jaata ho."

This hurt Vikas's ego.

He walked forward, trying to slap Abhisar, but was stopped immediately by him as he held his hand in midway,

"Humare bhaiya ko pata chal gaya tumne hath uthaya hum par toh khane ke liye haath bhi nahi bachega, sambhaal kar rakho isey."

Abhisar heard the laughing sound from behind him. He turned his face only to find,Ravi Choudhary, the leader of all the goons, the right hand of his brother.

"Kya bey! Humse toh mil lo!",

Ravi laughed placing his hand on Abhisar's shoulder.

In a jerk Abhisar turned back and punched him so hard on his stomach,

"Bhabhi kahan hai humari?".

Vikas spoke in a loud voice,

"Dobara haath uthane ke Pehle soch lena sale, tumhari Bhabhi humare pass hai, ek ishaare par tapka sakte hai sali ko."

He calmed his mind down. Inhaling deeply.

"Dekho Choudhary, humara tumse bewajah ladne ka koi iraada nahi hai, apni Bhabhi ko lene aae hai, shanti se bhejdo unko humare saath. Abhi bhi samay hai."

Vikas smirked,

"Shanti se bhej de? Aise kaise shanti se bhej de Mukhiya ji ko toh pahuchne do."

Abhisar's temper raised again. He turned back and punched Ravi again, right on his nose and his chest. The blood came out and he fell down on the floor, unconscious.

Vikas ordered his goons to attack him.

Abhisar, fuelled with his determination and anger, confronted the goons in a deserted alley.

The tension in the air was palpable as they exchanged menacing glares.

Without wasting a moment, the goons lunged at Abhisar, aiming to overpower him.

Abhisar swiftly dodged their punched and kicks, using his agility and quick reflexes to his advantage.

He retaliated with a series of powerful strikes, landing precise blows on his opponents. The sound of grunts and the clashing of fists filled the air as the fight intensified.

Despite being outnumbered, he fought with unwavering resolve.

Vikas saw his goons landing on ground one after another.

"Abhi bhi samay hai, humari Bhabhi lauta do hume."

Vikas sent more goons.

He skilfully maneuvered through the chaos, expertly blocking and countering the goons' attacks.

"Lauta do humarii Bhabhi ko, antim baar keh rahe hai, jaan se hath dho baithoge sab."

With each punch and kicks, his determination grew stronger, and he refused to back down. The goons, realized they were up against a formidable opponent, grew increasingly desperate, resorting to dirty tactics in an attempt to gain the upper hand.

But Abhisar's determination and resilience were unwavering. He fought back with unwavering strength, refusing to let the goons intimidate him. With a final surge of energy, he delivered a decisive blow, incapacitating one of the powerful goons.

Abhisar stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the dirt and grim on his face.

He took a moment to take a breathe, but he saw something pointed in the middle of his forehead.

He moved his eyes up, only to notice, Vikas Choudhary, standing infront of him with a gun pointed on his head.