ishq mai tabah hone se daar nhi lagta ,
jis se ishq kiya , uske hath se tabah hone mai daar lagta hai "
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Adhira stepped down her bed , sweat beads formed on her forehead , as if she just came back from a burning woods , the dream , it was still haunting her . and the face of shiv ji that she painted days ago
it was now blurred , smugged as if something , that's meant to be hers is faiding . her feet started walking towards the portrait . her hand lifted , the fingers traced the face of the shiv ji " aisa kyu lag raha hai jaise aap mujse dur ja rhe hai " the words slipped from her mouth and a tear escaped and fell on the feet of shiv ji , Smudging the red red paint on his feet it was portraying as if the blood is fuming out
she closed her eyes , chest moving up and down due to the heavy breaths . " sab kuch kho chuki hu prabhu , bs aapka hi sahara hai " few more pearls of tears feel as she confessed herself , opening her eyes , she light the diya that was placed on the stand beside the painting.
she moved towards the drawer where kept her favourite jewels chudiya
she pulled open the drawer and her hands lifted the wooden box , opening it she gently adored the red bangles in her fingers , a smile took place on her lips as she watched them carefully . but it soon turned into disaster when her phone buzzed with a notification and she flinched , which made the few bangles drop and they straight went on the ground breaking with a kann sound
adhira was so lost on watching the whole scene took place in front of her eyes that she didn't feel or even hissed when a broken shatter pierced her feet . she placed the rest of the bangles back in the box , placing it back
her back slowly bent to pick up the broken shatters , but she hissed in scare and sat abruptly on the floor , her both hands placed near her hips , knees bent covering her face when she saw the blood oozing out her skin . this time she was not calling it a bad day or clumsy self
but she was trembling , she was scared as the dream that she saw in closed eyes has now come alive , and this time the dream was conjuring her " ye.. ye sab kya ho raha hai , kyu muje tadpa rhe ho prabhu "
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the night was still dark , the wind was still very loud , they were breaking against the windows , as if they were calling for him , shivay sat alone in his room , the only light that made his face a little visible was the one coming from the window , his back resting on the bed side as he sat on the carpet near it
and slowly , brokenly , he sang-
Jaao le jaao neend meriUff na karenge hum
his eyes lingered on the drawer , where kept her belongings
Jo le jaaoge khwaab mereToh kaise jiyenge humJeena humko aata hi nahiTeri saanson ke siva
his hands moved to his chest , clutching the left side - not to destroy the homr where she lives , but to quiet the storm where she breathes
Marna bhi ab na mumkin haiTeri baahon ke sivaLo maan liya humneParwah nahi tumkoTum yaad nahi humkoHum yaad nahi tumko
the song ended .
the tears gathering in his eyes as if the dam gate has been pushed open , he was suffering , he was hurting himself not because he loves her , but because in all these years he has lived for her , the name that he surrenders to is hers , the goddess that he worship to is her
in all these 12 years he has only been chanting two words " radhe " and " adhira " and in his voice they both worship her they both sounded like prayer
And now , not taking her name , not placing her picture in his heart , not kissing her broken chudiya , not smelling her hankey was being a kathor tapasya for him
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A knock on the door woke him up , his eyes opened with tremblence and he stood up , jerking his hands to make himself active , he walked towards the door . his one hand was on the handle opening the door and other went in his hairs ruffling them
" bhai.. " anvi spoke as he pulled opened the gate " you okay bacha ? " shivay on seeing anvi come up to him made him question
" bhai .. i wanted to tell you tai ji ( shivay's mother ) is calling you , everyone is waiting in the dining hall "
" i will join you guys in 10 minutes " he placed his hand on her head gently patting it
shivay walked down the stairs his right hand folding the cuffs of his left hand and he stepped down " you again here " shivay clenced his jaw as a joke and questioned atharv
" mere pyare bhai shivay , aunty ne aaj aalu ke pranthe banaye hai , tho aana tho padega " atharv forced a smile " come join us " he said directing his hand towards the dining room
" after you sir " shivay also faked smile
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Adhira was still sitting on the cold marble floor.The blood had slowed, forming a thin red line across her heel. But she wasn't looking at it anymore.
Her eyes had shifted to the portrait again. Something felt... different.The room, which was suffocating a moment ago, suddenly felt heavy in another way — like air before a storm. The wind outside had stopped. The curtains were no longer moving.Silence. Too much silence. Her breathing began to steady on its own. And then—A faint fragrance. Not incense. Not her room freshener. It was something else. Something earthy.Something like wet soil after the first rain.
Her fingers froze mid-air.She had smelled this before. But where? Her heart began pounding — not in fear this time, but in recognition. Far away...Miles away...In another city...
" ye mitti ki khushboo , muje Vrindavan ki yaad dila rhi hai " her eyes closed
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Shivay suddenly stopped mid-step while walking toward the dining hall. His hand instinctively went to his chest. The same fragrance. The same sudden stillness. it instantly bought him the thinking of ghat
Atharv turned. "Kya hua?"
But Shivay wasn't looking at him. His eyes had gone distant. Like he was hearing something no one else could. And then, without knowing why... His lips moved."Adhira..."
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Back in her room—Adhira's breath hitched. She didn't hear the word. But she felt it. Like someone had called her name inside her ribs. Her eyes widened.
The diya near the portrait flickered once. Then steadied. A tear rolled down again — but this time it wasn't of fear. It was of certainty. The dream wasn't a warning.It was a call. She slowly brought her injured foot closer and pressed it gently against the cold floor.
"agar aap dur ja rahe ho..." she whispered to the portrait, voice softer now, steadier, "...toh phir mujhe kyun mehsoos ho raha hai ki koi mujhe bula raha hai?"
At that exact moment—
Shivay inhaled sharply. Like someone had touched his soul. like someone has possessed his soul. He closed his eyes. For twelve years he had chanted two names.
For the first time...He felt the chant answer back. Not loudly. Not clearly. But undeniably. The wind outside resumed. The world continued.
Atharv nudged him again. "Bhai? Aalu ke paranthe thande ho jayenge."
Shivay blinked and forced himself back. "Haan... aa raha hoon."But as he stepped forward, something inside him stepped toward her. And somewhere far away, sitting on a cold marble floor with blood at her feet and devotion in her heart—Adhira felt less alone. The distance had not reduced. The pain had not vanished
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the dining hall was filled with warm light, laughter, and the smell of aalu ke paranthe. But Shivay felt none of it. He sat down, mechanically tearing a piece of paratha, when suddenly—The lights flickered.Once.Twice.Then went out.The entire house fell into darkness.
"Arre light chali gayi?" Anvi whispered. Before anyone could react— A loud temple bell rang.Not from inside the house. From outside. Deep. Heavy. Echoing. Everyone looked at each other.
"There's no temple near our house..." Atharv muttered.
But Shivay had already stood up. Because he knew that sound. Not the bell. The vibration.It felt like the same one from that night. The night he had first met the Aghori. Without waiting, Shivay walked toward the main door and stepped outside.
The wind had returned — stronger this time. Cold. Restless. The trees were bending like they were bowing to something unseen.
And at the far end of the road— A figure stood. Still. Wrapped in dark cloth. Rudraksha beads glinting faintly. The same Aghori. Shivay's jaw tightened. He walked forward slowly.
"Why are you here?" Shivay's voice was controlled, but his pulse wasn't. The Aghori didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he lifted his gaze — those piercing, almost inhuman eyes locking onto Shivay. "She has begun to feel it."
The words were calm. But they hit like thunder. Shivay's fingers curled into fists."Feel what?"
The Aghori took a step closer. "The severing."
The wind howled louder.
"You thought chanting would be enough?" the Aghori continued. "You thought silence would break destiny?"
Shivay's chest rose sharply. "I am doing tapasya i am not remembering her ."
The Aghori's lips curved faintly — not a smile, not mockery. "Tapasya burns ego. Not fate." A pause. Then— "Her blood touched the ground tonight."
Shivay's breath stopped.Miles away—
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Adhira suddenly gasped as a sharp pain surged again through her injured foot. The diya flame near Shiv ji flared higher for a second.
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Back on the road— Shivay stepped forward aggressively. "What did you do?"
The Aghori's voice deepened. "I do not interfere. I only witness." A long silence stretched between them. Then the Aghori leaned slightly closer."If you continue this kathor tapasya... the pain will not remain yours alone. you have been suffering alone all this time , and the only name that you chanted wad hers "
The meaning was clear. Shivay swallowed hard. For twelve years he had endured in silence.But now— She was being pulled into it.
"Choose wisely," the Aghori whispered. "Either burn alone... or let destiny complete what it began."
And just like the last time— The wind shifted. And the Aghori was gone. As if he had dissolved into darkness.
Shivay stood there, unmoving. His mind echoing with one sentence—Her blood touched the ground tonight.
" matlb kya tha unka ? her blood touched the ground tonight " he repeated " am i hurting myself or her ? "
" ye prem ka diya jo mai bujane ki kosis kr rha hu , kahi ye muje jala tho nhi raha ? "
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chapter thoda sa chota hai ... i know but ek request hai votes or comments kr dena , from next time the chapters will be more bade
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