Ishq duaavan jaane kab aave, Ishq duaavan aave jab aave..

Main ta kol tere rehna, Main taa baitha kol tere...

Tainu takda ravaan

Baaton pe teri hansda ravaan

Pagal main khud nu banaanda rawaan

Tu hansdi rave, main hansanda ravaan

Tenu takda rawaan..

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Author's POV.

[Contains mature language]

Vikas was pointing gun on his head.

He stood straight, without fear.

He can lose his life fearlessly if that is what he demands to send her bhabhi back. He would lay his life for his bhaiya and bhabhi. Because they're the only ones who has made him feel loved and valued.

But Vikas had different plans.

Very different.

"Andar chal," Vikas grunted.

He followed. Without any question. Because he knew he was caught now. There was no way out from this situation.

He was made to sit on a chair, in the middle of an open area which seemed like the aangan of his house. Goons standing around, surrounding him completely and Vikas stood infront of him.

Unable to control more, Abhisar spoke in a cold voice,

"Humari bhabhi ko bhejdo, humari Jaan lelo, Hume koi fark nahi parta."

Vikas laughed with a smirk as he ordered one of the goons present there.

"Lao bey, iski bhabhi ko lao."

He shouted to his assistant.

After few minutes, his eyes fell on a woman. A woman who was literally being dragged by her hands. Her hair open. Her saree loosely wrapped around her body. Dirt on her face and body.

His bhabhi, Priya.

She was being dragged mercilessly. Abhisar tried to stand up and resist, but he was pushed back by Vikas's gun,

"Baithiye devar ji, baithiye, aaram se baithiye," Vikas grunted, sarcastically calling Abhisar as 'devar'. Disgust flowing down from his mouth.

Abhisar's eyes became red, his knuckles turned white, as his bhabhi was laid down against a pillar and was tied by a thick rope around her belly. She was unconscious.

Vikas looked into Abhisar's eyes and spoke devilishly,

"Abhi Tak chhua toh nahi hai tumhari bhabhi ko, kaho toh chhu le."

Abhisar gritted his teeth, blood rushing to his eyes as his face turned dour,

"Madarchod, chhu ke dikha de, teri mardangi Naa cheen li, fir kehna."

Vikas laughed. Devilish laugh.

"Bahut bol rahe hai chote nawab, zara saree toh hatao sali ke badan se."

Abhisar stood up immediately, and tried to punch on his face, but was stopped when he heard the shooting voice.

The bullet just touched his arm and passed away. This act of Vikas turned Abhisar more hostile.

He grunted,

"Ladna hai toh mard banke humse lad na, aurat ko kyu shaamil kar raha hai saley."

Vikas laughed.

"Tere baap ne bhi toh aurat ko shaamil Kiya tha bey, tab yaad nahi aaya?".

Abhisar was taken aback. Taken aback by his words. His father. Used a woman. Vikas just sardonically spoke of Abhisar's father and he was clueless of what Vikas was actually talking about.

"Kya matlab hai tumhara?".

Vikas pushed him back with his gun, and he fell on the chair again. Placing his one feet on the chair, Vikas spoke sullenly,

"Tumhare baap ne bhi dushmani ke naate, humari fua ko agwa Kiya tha.. agwa nahi saley, jeete jee mar Diya tha humari fua ko, unke pet me apna bachha deke."

Abhisar's mouth fell open. His heart pounded inside his chest heavily.

"Tu bhi toh najayaz hai saaley. Apne baap ki najayaz aulad. Yahi fark hai ki tumhari maa ko apna liya usne, aur humari fua ko marne ke liye chor diya kamine ne."

He shook his head, this cannot happen, this cannot happen.

How can his father, use a woman for his own vile desires, just for sexual needs? He toyed with her, took advantage of her innocence, and then discarded her like trash. How can he? Fuck.

He never had the slightest idea of this. Never in his life.

This all, this all was happening because of his father. Because of his father's disgusting mistake. Not mistake. He knew. He was in senses when he was cheating on his wife again and again. With another women. Not one woman, he was cheating his mother too, his real mother.

He had thought that maybe this man, his father, was attracted lovingly towards his real mother, but no, no! He was cheating her too. What kind of real bastard fucker he was?

"Badla le le teri bhabhi se saley? Bolna," Vikas grunted, holding his jaw tightly with his hand.

Abhisar gulped.

His brain wasn't working. Abhisar's breath comes in shallow gasps as he realizes the gravity of the situation. His father, had committed unspeakable atrocities and because of his act, Abhisar's sister-in-law was trapped.

Only things he knew was, he cannot let anything happen to Priya. Not at any cost. Not because of what his father did. Fuck, he doesn't deserve to be called a father. Fuck him.

He tried to stand up, but was pushed again, resentfully.

"Baith ke baat kar, uthna nahi hai."

He shook his head.

"Humari bhabhi ko chordo, tumhari dushmani humare baap se thi, humse badla lo, bhabhi ko jaane do."

Vikas laughed evilly.

"Aise kaise jaane de de. Badla toh chahiye Hume."

Abhisar gritted his teeth in anger, his veins popping over his forehead and neck,

"Humne kaha humari bhabhi ko jane do, jo chahiye humse lo, hum taiyaar hai."

Vikas shook his head, a playful smirk on his lips,

"Suna hai pet se hai."

Abhisar was taken aback. He knew. He knew everything. That's why he has kidnapped her. Those letters. Letters that he sent to his brother, never reached him. He had guessed correct. Those letters were with Vikas Choudhary.

"Bachha girao bey sali ka."

Vikas ordered.

Abhisar stood up in resilience but Vikas pushed him by his feet very harshly.

He saw some goons moving towards Priya. Dangerously. He knew he was losing. He can do anything for her. For her to be safe.

And thus, without thinking twice, he joined his hands in front of Vikas,

"Chor do humari bhabhi ko, tum Jo bologe hum karne ko taiyaar hai."

He begged, again and again.

"Kuch bhi?", Vikas asked, his single brow raised with a evil smirk on his face.

Abhisar saw one of the goons' feet rising in air to land on her belly, and he immediately replied,

"Yes, anything."

"STOP!", Vikas ordered and the goon took his feet back.

Vikas glared at Abhisar.

Abhisar's heart was racing.

"Humari behen se shadi kar lo."

His eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of demand it was? He wanted him to marry his sister? His sister? But why? In return- he wanted him to marry her? For real?

"Kyun? Kyu chahte ho yeh?".

Vikas smirked,

"Har baat batana zaroori nahi samajhte hum, haan ya Naa?".

Abhisar grunted,

"Humari umra nahi hai shadi ki."

Vikas laughed,

"20 ke ho! Jawan ho! Mard bhi ho,sharir bhi acha bana rakha hai, bachha paida karne yogya bhi ho. Aur kya chahiye?".

Abhisar gritted his teeth and concurred,

"Hum kar lenge shadi, humari bhabhi ko riha Karo pehle."

Vikas glared him, "Do I look like a fool to you? Hn?".

Abhisar chewed his lips from inside to remain silent.

"Pehle shadi hogi, fir devrani jethani saath me sasural jayegi," he laughed with his proclamation.

Abhisar knew he was caught. He was caught very badly as he was forcing him to marry his sister, a girl he barely knows. He knew it would be impossible to get his bhabhi back without marrying the unknown girl.

He can do anything to save Priya. Anything. Any fucking thing. This marriage is still less.

"Taiyaar hai hum, ek ghante ke andar sab ho jana chaiye. Hume humari bhabhi ko Ghar le kar jaana hai."

Vikas smiled devilishly, "Good decision, Abhisar babu. Stay here."

"Tie him with ropes," Vikas moved inside while ordering his goons to tie Abhisar.

His goons did the same.

*****

He was clueless about what was happening around. He was just waiting for an hour to pass.

He was given a red kurta to wear, which he disapproved, but was forced again on the name of Priya to wear it.

He just saw by the periphery of his eyes, a young girl walking in, face covered with veil. Red saree. And he again looked straight.

As the ceremony proceeds, Abhisar's mind races with conflicting emotions. He feels a deep sense of resentment towards Vikas for thrusting him into this unwanted alliance. Yet, amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a plan begins to form.

In his mind, Abhisar concocts a scheme to turn the tables on Vikas. He envisions using his newfound connection to Vikas's sister as a means to exact revenge for the torment Vikas has inflicted upon him and his family.

With each passing moment, Abhisar's resolve strengthens. He silently vows to bide his time, to play his part, to use his own wife as a part of revenge.

As the wedding ceremony draws to a close and Abhisar finds himself bound to Vikas's sister by the bonds of matrimony, he conceals his true intentions behind a mask stern face and hard expressions.

But deep within, a fire burns bright - a fire fueled by the desire for retribution. And as Abhisar gazes into the eyes of Vikas's sister, he sees not a pawn in Vikas's game, but a weapon to wield in his quest for vengeance.