Mohabbat se Nafrat: The Revenge (Part 2)

Mohabbat se Nafrat The Revenge

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Chapter 1: Teen Mahine Baad

Time koi dawa nahi hota. Yeh jhooth hai jo log kehte hain. Time toh ek zaher hai jo dheere-dheere kaat ta hai, aur main... main us zaher mein doob raha tha.

Teen mahine ho gaye us raat ko. Jis raat Avani ne mujhe Samiksha ke saath dekha tha. Uske baad se... uske baad se sab badal gaya.

Samiksha aur main ab saath rehte the. Koramangala ke usi apartment mein. Usne kaha tha, "Ishaan, tumhari zaroorat hai mujhe. Aur tumhe support chahiye. Let's make it official."

Maine haan kaha tha. Kyunki Avani ne mujhe block kar diya tha. Uske messages nahi aate the. Calls nahi. Ajji se bhi milne nahi deti thi. Woh... woh gayab ho gayi thi. Meri zindagi se, meri duniya se.

Par raat ko, jab Samiksha so jaati thi, main balcony mein khada rehta tha. Aur sochta tha - Avani kya kar rahi hogi? Kya woh bhi ro rahi hogi? Ya usne mujhe bhula diya hai?

Samajh nahi aa raha tha ki yeh dard kyun ho raha tha. Maine toh choose kiya tha na? Samiksha ko. Par phir bhi... dil mein ek khali pan tha. Ek guilt. Ek longing.

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Chapter 2: Avani Ki Aag

Avani's Perspective - Flashback

Main Avani. Aur main toot chuki thi. Woh din... jab maine Ishaan ko Samiksha ke saath dekha, us din kuch mar gaya tha mere andar.

Pehle toh sirf dard tha. Rona, chillana, Ajji ko sambhalna. Par dheere-dheere, woh dard badla. Nafrat mein badla.

"Avani beta, chhod do," Ajji kehti thi. "Ishaan ne tumhe cheat nahi kiya. Woh confuse tha."

"Nahi Ajji," main kehti. "Usne choose kiya. Hum dono mein se usne Samiksha ko choose kiya. Aur ab... ab woh bhugtega."

Maine decide kar liya tha. Revenge. Pure, calculated, devastating revenge.

Main content strategist thi. Logon ki psychology samajhna mera kaam tha. Aur Ishaan... main use jaanti thi. Uske strengths, weaknesses. Maine ek plan banaya. Ek aisa plan jo use tod dega. Jisse woh samajh sake ki betrayal kya hota hai.

Pehle step: Information gathering.

Maine Raghav se contact kiya. Haan, wohi Raghav jo Ishaan ko jail bhejna chahta tha. Us waqt maine usse nafrat ki thi. Par ab... ab woh mera weapon tha.

"Raghav, tumhe Ishaan se badla chahiye na?"

"Ha, par tum toh uski..."

"Thi," maine kaha. "Ab woh meri dushman hai. Aur tumhare paas jo information hai - NGO ke fake documents, corruption ke proofs... mujhe chahiye."

Raghav ne kuch nahi pucha. Usne bas files di. Aur maine... maine un files mein se kuch aur bhi dhoondh nikala. Ishaan ke past mein kuch loopholes. Uske start-up ke funding mein irregularities. Kuch chhote-chhote mistakes jo bade ban sakte the.

Maine socha nahi tha ki main aisa karungi. Par jab dil tootta hai, toh insaan kuch bhi kar sakta hai.

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Chapter 3: Naya Ghar, Nayi Zindagi

Back to Ishaan

Samiksha ka apartment ab mera bhi ghar tha. Modern, spacious, classy. Uski taste mujhe pasand aati thi. Minimalist, elegant.

"Good morning," ek Sunday ko usne mujhe uthaya. Woh bed pe baithi thi, coffee mug haath mein. Usne nightgown pehna tha - silk ka, halke color ka. Uske baal khule the, messy, beautiful.

"Morning," maine kaha, uthte hue.

Usne coffee rakh di aur mere paas aayi. "Neend aayi?"

"Thodi si."

Woh mere upar jhuki. Uske baal mere chehre pe gir rahe the. Usne apna chehra mere paas laaya. "Kya soch rahe the raat bhar?"

"Kuch nahi. Bas... future ke baare mein."

"Ishaan," she whispered, her lips barely touching mine, "humara future saath mein hai. You know that, right?"

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Usne mera chehra apne haathon mein liya. "Look at me."

Maine dekha. Uski aankhon mein woh passion tha. Woh certainty. Aur phir... phir usne kiss kiya.

Yeh woh pehla passionate kiss tha humara. Living together ke baad. Pehle toh hesitant the, par ab... ab boundaries toot rahe the.

Usne apne hoth mere hothon pe rakhe. Soft, warm. Phir dheere-dheere pressure badhaya. Maine apne haath uski kamar pe rakhe. Usne mere lower lip ko gently bite kiya. Main shocked tha, par turned on bhi.

"Ishaan," she whispered against my lips, "I want you. Completely."

Woh moment tha. Hum donon ne decide kiya tha ki we'll take it slow. Par ab... ab woh sab patience khatam ho raha tha.

Usne apni tongue se mere lips ko part kiya. Maine... maine bhi respond kiya. Hamari tongues milin. Slow, sensual, exploring. Woh deep tha. Intimate. Bahut intimate.

Samiksha passionate kisser thi. Confident. Experienced. Woh jaanti thi exactly kya karna hai. Usne mere mouth ko explore kiya, apni tongue se, apne lips se. Main... main usme kho gaya. Guilt, pain, sab bhool gaya us moment ke liye.

Hum 10 minute tak kiss karte rahe. Bed pe. Uske haath mere shirt ke neeche gaye. Mere chest pe. Mere abs pe. Main... main uske touch mein darr sa gaya. Not bad darr. Par ek vulnerable feeling.

"Samiksha," maine kaha, alag hote hue.

"Hmm?"

"Yeh... yeh jaldi hai?"

She smiled. "Jab sahi lagta hai, wahi perfect timing hoti hai. But don't worry. Main jab tak tum ready nahi hote..."

She kissed my cheek. "I can wait. Par Ishaan, jab tum ready hoge... it'll be magical. I promise."

Woh uthi, bathroom mein gayi. Main wahan bed pe baitha raha. Soch raha tha - yeh sahi hai? Kyunki dil toh kahin aur tha. Par body, mind... woh yahan thi. Samiksha ke saath.

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Chapter 4: Avani Ki Chaal

Ek hafta baad. Office mein.

Mere phone pe ek unknown number se call aaya. "Ishaan Nair?"

"Ha, boliye."

"Main Priya bol rahi hoon. Times of India se. Aapke start-up 'GreenSpace' ke baare mein kuch information mili hai. Kya aap interview de sakte hain?"

"Kis baare mein?"

"Funding irregularities. NGO connections. Corruption allegations."

Mera dil ruk sa gaya. "Yeh... yeh kya bakwaas hai?"