The beautiful young lady was sitting in front of the mirror, putting sindoor. Vishal came from behind and made her wear a diamond pendant. Her jaw dropped in happiness, "ye mere liye?"

"Ha Uravi ye mere hone wale bacche ki maa k liye" he said and they hugged each other. "Tum kal chali jana please". "Arrey mein maike jaa rahi hu wo bhi do din k liye, humesha k liye apko chor k thori na jaa rahi hu" Uravi chuckled. He kissed her forehead, "take care then".

Vishal was in his office when a phone call came and the phone fell from his hand. He rushed to his house and found a crowd with police and doctors. "Kya ho raha hain yaha?" Making way through the crowd he saw his beloved wife wrapped in white clothes. Her beautiful eyes remained close with lips slightly parted. He fell on his knees, "Uraviiiiiiii!"

He patted her cheeks, "Uravi Utho tum mujhe chorke nehi jaa sakti, utho na, tumne vaada kiya tha" he acted like mad, "tum chup kyu ho, ankhein kholo Uravi"

The police tried to separate him from the dead body but he hugged his beloved wife, "tumhare bina mein kaise jiyunga, Uraviiiiiiiii".

Sir yaha border pe barricade kyu hain"

(Although Darjeeling is a part of WB, people of Darjeeling are not Bengalis, they are Gorkhas and despite being a part of WB, they maintain a border)

"Gorkhao ne andolan kiya hain, abhi Darjeeling nehi a sakte ap" said the inspector.

"Par sir please mujhe ana hi parhega, its urgent, meri patni kho gyi hain" Anirudh pleaded to join his hands.

"Jao jao" I police behaved rudely and pushed him away. This is the same corrupt Inspector who took Bondita to Vishal.

Anirudh had no option left with him. He took a deep breath. He pushed the inspector away and broke the barricades illegally and entered Darjeeling.

"Ae pakro ussey!"

All the cops started chasing him but he had only one motive. He has to save his Bondita before it is too late.

They finally held him and he got involved in a fight with the cops. "Mujhe mere patni k pass jaane se koi nehi rok sakta" he thrashed a few of them unless he was taken to jail.

"Please sir mujhe jaane dijiye please" he cried inside the cell.

"Illegally yaha ghusna, police wale pe hath uthane k jurm kiya hain tuney" said the corrupt Inspector.

"Meri patni kisi musibat mein hain, sir please mujhe jaane dijiye" re cried and requested them.

Anirudh was beaten up in jail mercilessly but he kept on murmuring her name. He spat blood on the hard blow on his face. They, with their stick, hit him mercilessly for beating up policemen.

While getting thrashed by the cops, Bondita's picture fell from his pocket.

Anirudh fell on the floor after being weak, he was bleeding from every pore but he was determined. He was about to pick the photograph but

The corrupt Inspector stepped on it.

This made him angrier. He pushed away from the other cops and held his collar for which he was again beaten up.

After a while they left him to die in the cell and came out just then a senior British Inspector, Sir Victor entered.

"Salam saheb" the fellow inspectors stood up. As he entered, his eyes fell on a bleeding Anirudh lying on the floor.

"Why is this boy here?" He asked.

"Sir he has beaten up a few of us and illegally broke the barricades and is now giving an excuse that he needs to find his wife" they laughed but Sir Victor didn't. "Kitne aise dewano ko dekha hain" one constable taunted him.

Sir Victor started thinking something and suddenly said, "I want to talk to this young man".

"Chalo ye dice throw karta hu mein Uravi, ek aya to ye wala" he said pointing towards the iron clamps, "do aya to wo wala" he pointed to electric wires. "Tin aya to belt, char aya to chabuk, pach pe maafi par che aya to" he made an evil smile, "saare saza maaf", dekhte hain kitna rounds tum jhel sakti ho, jitna zyada der tak u can...u will win...simple rule"

"Sorry, please mein nehi bhagungi agey se. Ap mujhe maroge? ye galat baat hain kisipe hath uthana. Apko nehi pata?" I cried.

"Us din 7 saal pehele bhi mein ghar lauta to tum nehi thi aur aj bhi" he said while tying me up.

"Mein Uravi nehi hu shotti!"

He opened his tie and as usual, wrapped it around.

As he held the dice, my body shivered in fear, I moved to free myself. He threw the dice and it was 5. I sighed a relief.

"Bach gyi tum" he laughed, "bach gyi meri Uravi", abh second round, "he threw the dice again and now it was one" he held the clamps.

I wondered what can those clamps do. He touched the clamp, "ahhh! Garam hain".

Hearing this my eyes widened. I nodded my head vigorously in no as he approached me.

" Pati babu mujhe ghar jana hain" she cried through her gag, "ye admi maarta hain mujhe".

Finally 6

Bad game! Very bad game! That day I thought these are toys but today he applied them all to me and I understood they are not toys. When my pati babu will come I will complain to him about all these, every detail. I will make sure my pati babu teach him as he did to me. I can't tolerate this anymore.

Consequences of love huh??? Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury will never love anyone because this Vishal and pati babu both taught me how dangerous love can be.

Why he become so violent???

Today was the day Uravi left him forever. That is why in the early morning he asked Bondita not to go anywhere but unlucky Bondita choose a very bad day to execute her plan. His emotions were attached to this day. He lost his unborn baby and his wife this day. Bondita eloping added more pain to his already pain-filled heart.

He feels God snatched everything, no one can be as bad as the almighty. Torturing someone was like, "you have to go through the same pain I went through this day".

This room is specifically made for this mournful day. That night when he lost everything he punished himself with all these.

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I was panting in pain, lying on the floor, tied up in the same manner. My hairs were open and kajal got smudged due to tears. He looked at a large portrait of a very pretty woman on the wall and pressed his forehead with the painting. He broke into tears and fell on the ground, "Uravi tumne aisa kyu kiya, kyu majboor karte ho mujhe tumhe dard dene k liye kyu? Tumhe chot lagti hain to mujhe dard hota hain".

He came to me. I was sweating so he took out a handkerchief and dabbed my face. His mood again changed and he became caring again. "I am so so so sorry, mujhse itna bara gunha kaise ho gaya, tum itni choti si ho par itna zid kyu karti ho? Kyu baro ka baat nehi maanti" he looked at his hand and started hitting his own hands, "kyu maara tuney Uravi ko, dekh to bechari kitni tarap rahi hain". His expression again changed, "par tarapna tumhe hoga, 7 saal lagatar tumne mujhe tarpaya hain abh khudh tarpo dard se".

He started roaming in the room like mad, "abh mein kya karu, meri Uravi ko dard ho raha hain, wo ro rahi hain, kya karu mein abh."

He looked at me, "dard ho raha hain?"

I nodded my head in no, I lied thinking it might make him calm but instead he slapped me, "jhoot maat bolo, dard ho raha hain na?"

This time I nodded in yes but surprisingly he slapped me again, "kyu ho raha hain dard?".

He stood up once again, "maine firse mara tumhe....mujhe maaf kardo, you know na I love you".

This man is unpredictable. His condition is not at all good. If this continues one day he will kill me and then say sorry to me for killing me.

Everything gradually started to blackout...I was fainting I think, yes and I fainted.

He left me panting in that room, locking the door from outside.

"Aahhhh" Uravi groaned from the kitchen. Vishal came running to her, "kya huya?". "Wo kuch nehi garam chimte pe hath lag gaya to ungli jaal gyi". He looked at the hot iron clamps. He held her finger, "zyada dard to nehi ho raha" saying he gently applied ice to her burn. "Dard ho raha hain?" He asked with teary eyes. "Ap sath ho to mujhe kuch ho sakta hain kya?"

My sight was blurry when I saw a British inspector entering the cell.

He entered and sat on the chair placed in front of me, "I heard what you did but I believe every crime has its reason besides you look like a boy from a good family. Now tell me why you did that?"

I spoke in a very weak voice, "sir, my wife is missing and I know she is here in Darjeeling. Sir she is very naive and I fear people might take her advantage...sir she is in danger and I need to find her...aplog uske baad mujhe fasi pe bhi charha denge main haste haste char jaunga but please let me go to my wife, she needs me. Agar aj mein nehi gaya, aplogo k marne se pehele hi nein yaha jeete jee mar jaunga".

"Your name?"

"Anirudh"

"So angry young man, listen to me carefully, 28 July 1914 world war 1 started. My father was fighting for Triple Entente(Britain, France, Russia)

On 4th Jan 1915, my father died and we were captured by Triple Alliance(Austria-Hungary, Italy, Germany).

I was in love with my childhood friend Adriana. When we went to jail I was 20. Before going I promised her of Marriage once I return.

I requested them to let me go to my Adriana but they didn't. On 11 Nov 1918, i.e after four years when the war ended and Britain won, I was released. I rushed back to her but couldn't find her. I only found her finger. She died in the war. I was late and after that, I never got married"

My jaws dropped. He took a deep breath, "you must be wondering why I am narrating my story" saying he came to me and released me from the handcuffs, "I don't want another Victor to lose his Adriana. I am committing a very unprofessional deed so promise me, once you find your wife you will come back here and surrender yourself".

I joined my hands, "I promise sir, I will come back to surrender myself and will always be grateful to you".

"Your love is pure"

"I...I don't love her"

He chuckled at it, "just think what you did today for her, just think, you will get your answers"

Without wasting further time, I came out of the cell.

I corrupt Inspector didn't notice him. He was talking to a constable, "wo bechari nanhi se bangali ladki, sich rahi thi ki hum ussey bachayenge par us bholi bacchi ko kya pata paisa bohot bara chiz hain, saup diya humne ussey."

"Mein soch raha tha, bechari ladki ke Sath kya huya hoga" said the constable.

"Arrey humne humara kaam kiya, abh wo jiye ya maare humse kya?"

Hearing the conversation, I went numb for a moment. I didn't beat up the police again because the most important thing right now was to save Bondita. I was petrified then...is she even alive? Was the biggest question.

It was a late night. Vishal made his bed as he does every day. He was listening to a song on Gramophone.

"Bohot accha weather hain, accha nind ayega ajto" he said to himself.

He went to the washroom and changed into a night suit and went to sleep switching off the lights.

Before sleeping he looked at Bondita's picture, "bas 6 hi round k baad har man gyi, not fair". He kept the picture under the pillow and went to sleep as if nothing happened, he did nothing wrong to anyone.

He slept peacefully as if he had done absolutely nothing as if no one was crying somewhere, as if no one was in pain, as if no one was locked as if no one was helpless.

Vishal's sleep was disturbed by a scream early morning, "Bondita!!!"

Rubbing his eyes he went outside to the balcony to have a look.

It was a large, lavish house and I was 100% sure my Bondita was inside. How? I could see a blazing blue balloon with pati babu written on it through a glass window.

I called her name several times but no one came out. Then I saw a man coming out, he stood on his balcony. This must be that Vishal.

"Kaun hain ye?" He asked his guards.

"Pata nehi sahb, kaha se a jaate hain aise pagal, keh raha hain ki iska patni yaha hain" said the guard

"Dekho ladke, yaha sirf mein aur meri pyari patni Uravi rehte hain to tum jao yaha se, subah subah disturb maat karo" he said to me

"Jhoot! Yahi hain meri Bondita...Bondita tum yaha ho? Awaz do" I shouted on top of my voice.

I was a bit weak and injured at that time yet I shouted her name with all my energy, "Bondita dekho a gye hain tumhare biristera babu".

"Apko kya mein kidnapper dikhta hu, bohot aam log hain hum, please jaiye" he said.

He is actually right. He looked pretty decent and normal, why would he kidnap her. Maybe she was not here so I was left without further mouth shackle.

I started gaining consciousness the next day. Was I alive?? I think I am dead.

Someone sprinkled water on my face and I slowly opened my eyes.

"Good morning"

On seeing that man in front of me I moved away in fear.

He freed me and took out a small ointment. He held my hand and started applying medicine on my bruises, "bohot dard ho raha hain kya" he blew air on my wounded parts.

"Aaah!" I groaned. "Sorry sorry! Dhyan se karunga abh"

What a man. Slow claps for him. Last night he tortured me brutally with all those dreadful things and now he is applying medicine...wow!

"Tum ro kyu rahi ho" he rubbed off my tears, "kal raat jo huta ussey bhul jao ok na, good girl" he said with a smile but again his mood switched and he clutched my hair, "par firse dur gye to issey bhi battar ban sakta hu mein".

He now stood up, "chalo niche chalo," He made me stand gently with care, "tum patni ho meri, ghar ka kaam bhi to karna parega na".

I looked at him and spoke in a soft weak voice, "mm.me...mein kaise?"

"Tum kaam chor maat bano" he said while we descended from the stairs with support.

He made me sit on the sofa and placed my feet on his thigh and gently rubbed the ointment on my burnt

on back of my feet".

"Dard kam huya?"

I nodded my head gently. He sat beside me and made me drink water.

Just then the doorbell rang. He went to open the door and came in with another man.

"Uravi ye Raja hain, ghar k kaam mein tumhari madaat karega".

I looked at him and had a strange feeling. I felt as if he was staring at me from tip to toe, "arrey bhabi ji ko itni chot kaise lagi?" he asked Vishal babu.

"Ussey apko kya?" I scolded him.

"Mujhe hi to sab kuch hain" he murmured which Vishal babu couldn't hear but I did.

Vishal babu sat beside me and held me tightly, "thik se kaam karna, dekhna mari patni ko koi takleef ma ho". His hold was so tight that I cried in pain.

I noticed that servant smirking at me.

This Raja seemed so suspicious to me. He was staring at me for no reason, his way of walking was very known to me, his smile, it may sound funny but even his perfume was known to me.

Vishal's love for his original wife Uravi was limitless that losing her made him a psycho.

Victor's love for Adriana was limitless hence he remained unmarried forever.

Anirudh's love for Bondita is limitless so he bore all pain for her.

Three men with their limitless love for their lady.

"Ap mujhe ghur kyu rahe ho" I looked furiously at that Raja.

"Mein apko nehi ghur raha tha" he defended himself.

"Chup! Kabhi ladki nehi dekha kya? Ghar mein maa behen nehi hain?"

He smirked at it, "maa behen nehi hain par patni hain'.

"To ussey ghuro mujhe nehi get it? Apne kaam se kaam rakho, pehele se hi mein bohot pareshan hu."

"Ji paro ji" he suddenly spoke out.

"Excuse me?"

This chapter showed two shades of Vishal now let me know VKDs(vishal ki diwanis) and AKDs(Anirudh ki diwanis)what do u all think about him.🤣🤣

Psycopaths maybe around us or maybe we ourself is one. Its really difficult to understand the symptoms as they act normal outside.

Another thing, if you ever feel some one us watching you or following you, get cautious coz your six sense can never be wrong. Bondita felt the same that someone was watching her or following her....

I took idea of this track from some of the hollywood thrillers, one Russian movie and a lot more as I have no idea how these people act n believe me this is nothing...these people are 100x more dangerous and brutal and creepy. I had read few articles on this and did some research so that u all get a vivid idea about the danger. About 20% of world's population is a psycopath. And India never talks about these be it anxiety, depression or being a psyco, we don't take it seriously...but we should...jail is not a place for then, mental hospital is where they will get treatment.

Be cautious always as the world is a dark place.