𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

✾𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 ✾

❖SCENE - 1❖

Ayaan narrowed his eyes, watching her carefully. When he saw that she still hadn't looked away, he snapped his fingers right in front of her face.

"O hello, madam."

Mahika jolted back to reality.

Her eyes widened slightly, and a deep blush spread across her face. She quickly looked away, pretending to observe anything but him. Her heart began racing uncontrollably-being this close to him was doing things to her she couldn't explain.

Trying to compose herself, she finally looked back at him and said,

"Kuch kehna tha aapko..."
(You wanted to say something?)

Ayaan let out a sarcastic breath and replied,

"Kehna to aap batayiye... aapko kya dikkat hai? Kaafi dinon se dekh raha hoon, shayad aap mujhse kuch kehna chahti hain. "
(You tell me... what's your problem? I've been noticing for days-you seem like you want to say something to me.)

Mahika met his gaze without hesitation.

"Aur aapko aisa kyun lagta hai ki main aapse kuch kehna chahti hoon?"
(And why do you think I want to say something to you?)

Ayaan folded his arms again, his voice low and edged with challenge.

"Itni bhi bholi nahi ho tum... sab samajh rahi ho."
(You're not that innocent... you understand everything.)

Mahika leaned back slightly against the car door, her expression calm, almost teasing.

"Achha... to kya sunna chahte hain aap?"
(Oh really... so what do you want to hear?)

That was it.

Ayaan stepped closer again, his voice now sharp.

"Theek hai... agar tum mere muh se sunna chahti ho to suno..."
(Fine... if you want to hear it from me, then listen...)"

He leaned slightly forward, his eyes locking into hers.

"Yeh tumhari khoobsurat aankhein mujh par kyun tikti rehti hain? Koi sharam-haya hai ya nahi tum mein? Family ke saamne kisi mard ko aise ghoorti ho? "
(Why do your beautiful eyes keep staring at me? Do you have no shame? Staring at a man like that in front of a family?)"

For a second, silence hung between them.

Then-

Mahika smiled.

A soft, confident smile.

"Toh aapne bhi maan liya..."
(So you've admitted it...)"

She stepped closer, bringing her face just inches from his.

"Meri aankhein khoobsurat hain... matlab aap mujhe itna notice karte hain."
(That my eyes are beautiful... means you notice me that much.)

Ayaan immediately pulled his face back, annoyed.

"Baat mat ghumao."
(Don't change the topic.)

Mahika straightened, her voice calm but firm.

"Rahi baat family ki... woh meri family nahi hai. Wahan mera koi apna nahi hai."
(As for the family... they're not mine. I don't belong there.)

There was a brief flicker of something in her eyes-but it vanished as quickly as it came.

"Aur sharam-haya... woh maine seekhi nahi."
(And as for shame... I never learned it.)"

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze intense.

"Aur kisi mard ko nahi... main sirf apne Major Sahab ko dekhti hoon."
(And I'm not staring at just any man... I'm looking at my Major Saheb.)"

Ayaan froze.

For a moment, he genuinely didn't know how to react.

Inside his mind-

Is she... indirectly proposing to me?

His jaw tightened.

He pointed a finger at her, his voice firm.

"Main tumhara nahi hoon, samjhi?"
(I am not yours, understand?)

Mahika didn't flinch.

Instead, she reached out and lightly wrapped her finger around his.

"Toh phir kiske hain?"
(Then whose are you?)

Ayaan's grip tightened instinctively.

"Mujhse mat uljho... aag hoon, jal jaogi."
(Don't mess with me... I'm fire, you'll burn.)

Mahika looked straight into his eyes, her voice filled with quiet intensity.

"Aap aag ho... to main jwalaamukhi hoon. Aag to jwalaamukhi ke andar bhi rehti hai."
(You may be fire... but I am a volcano. Fire lives inside a volcano too.)

For a moment, the air between them felt charged.

Then Ayaan pulled his hand away, irritation returning.

"Tum jaise ladkiyaan roz dekhta hoon..."
(I see girls like you every day...)

Mahika replied calmly,

"Toh kya aap har kisi ke paas jaake aise sawaal karte hain?"
(So do you go around asking everyone these questions?)

That shut him up.

Because the truth was-he didn't.

Many girls looked at him, admired him-but he had never cared enough to notice.

Except her.

And that annoyed him even more.

Why her?

Why did her gaze bother him so much?

Why did it feel... different?

He stared at her again, almost angrily.

And Mahika... she just kept looking at him, as if memorizing every detail.

Who knew when she'd get this chance again?

Finally, Ayaan said in a cold, warning tone,

"Mujhse door rehna."
(Stay away from me.)

Mahika's lips curved slightly, her voice steady but filled with passion.

"Aapse door rehna... ab mushkil hai." (Staying away from you... is difficult now.)

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❖SCENE - 2❖

He grabbed her arms.

Pulled her away from him.

Hard.

Before she could react-

He dragged her inside his room.

The door shut behind them.

Mahika stumbled slightly.

Confused.

Trying to understand what was happening.

Ayaan turned toward her.

His eyes-

Burning.

He stepped closer.

Gripped her arm tightly.

"Aakhir main samajh hi gaya..."
(So I finally understood...)

"Tumhe mujhse chahiye kya."
(What you actually want from me.)

"Itne din se jo drama kar rahi ho... meri family ke kareeb ja rahi ho..."
(All this drama you've been doing... getting close to my family...)

"Sab samajh raha hoon."
(I understand everything.)

Mahika's eyes widened.

Shock.

Disbelief.

Ayaan's fingers brushed against her cheek-

Cold.

Controlled.

But dangerous.

"Pehle bata deti..."
(You could've told me earlier...)

"Main tumhari khwahish bahut pehle hi poori kar deta."
(I would've fulfilled your desire long ago.)

"Toh tumhe yeh mohabbat ka drama nahi karna padta."
(Then you wouldn't have to act this love drama.)

That-

Broke something.

Mahika just stared at him.

Unable to process.

Before she could respond-

Ayaan suddenly pushed her back.

She fell onto the bed.

He stepped forward.

Unbuttoning his shirt-

His movements sharp.

Angry.

Impulsive.

"Chalo..."
(Fine then...)

"Aaj tumhari ichchha poori kar hi deta hoon..."
(Let me fulfill your wish today...)

"Taaki tumhe baar baar yeh mohabbat ka khel na khelna pade."
(So you don't have to play this love game again and again.)

And the next second-

He leaned over her.

Mahika lay there.

Frozen.

Her eyes wide.

Heart pounding.

Not out of desire-

But shock.

Hurt.

And something far deeper-

Breaking silently inside her.

Ayaan's grip tightened around Mahika's wrists as he pinned her hands against the bed, his anger now spilling into something far more dangerous-something reckless.

His voice was cold, cutting-

"Pehle mujhe yeh batao... aakhir kitne mardon ke saath aise hi soyi ho?"
(First tell me... with how many men have you slept like this?)

For a second-

Time stopped.

Mahika's eyes widened in pure shock.

Not anger.

Not rage.

Just... disbelief.

As if she hadn't expected this from him.

Not him.

Ayaan continued, his words sharper than before-

"Aaj tumhari saari ichchha aur saari mohabbat khatam ho jaayegi."
(Today, all your desires and this so-called love of yours will end.)

He looked into her eyes.

Searching.

Hoping-

To find hatred.

Disgust.

Something that would make it easier.

But there was nothing.

No tears.

No softness.

No visible emotion.

Just emptiness.

And that-

Unsettled him.

Mahika kept looking straight into his eyes.

Unblinking.

Unmoved.

Ayaan leaned closer slowly-

His breath brushing against her face-

His lips inches away from hers-

But before he could close that distance-

Everything flipped.

In one swift motion-

Mahika pushed him over.

Now she was on top.

Ayaan looked at her, a mocking smirk forming on his lips-

"Wow... tumhe toh mujhse zyada jaldi hai."
(Wow... you seem more eager than me.)

"Badi utavli ho mere saath sone ke liye... apni raat rangeen karne ke liye."
(So desperate to sleep with me... to make your night colorful.)

Mahika didn't react to the sarcasm.

She just looked at him-

Deeply.

Steadily.

Then said calmly-

"Sahi kaha aapne..."
(You're right...)

"Aapke saath sone ka mera khwaab hai... meri ichchha hai... meri khwahish hai."
(It is my dream... my desire... my wish to be with you.)

Ayaan's jaw tightened.

But before he could respond-

She continued.

And this time-

Her voice carried fire.

"Lekin Mahika Singh bankar nahi..."
(But not as Mahika Singh...)

"Mahika Ayaan Singhania bankar aapke saath sona hai..."
(As Mahika Ayaan Singhania... I want to be with you...)

"Aapki biwi bankar... poore haq ke saath."
(As your wife... with every right.)

Ayaan froze.

Mahika's eyes burned with intensity-

"Mujhe aur yeh meri dil ki ichchha hai..."
(That is my heart's desire...)

"Aapke saath raat toh kya, din bhi rangeen karna chahti hoon..."
(Not just nights, I want to fill even days with you...)

"Lekin tab... jab aap apne haathon se meri maang mein sindoor bharenge..."
(But only when you fill my hairline with sindoor with your own hands...)

"Aur poori duniya ke saamne mere saath saat phere lenge."
(And take seven vows with me in front of the whole world.)

Silence.

Heavy.

Breathing.

Shaking.

Ayaan stared at her.

Completely stunned.

Mahika's anger rose now-

No longer controlled.

"Aap mujhe aazma rahe the na...?"
(You were testing me, right?)

"Umeed hai aazma liya hoga."
(Hope you've tested enough now.)

"Shareer ka kya hai... woh toh ek din mil hi jaayega..."
(What is the body... it will unite someday anyway...)

"Usse pehle toh main aapki rooh mein utarna chahti hoon."
(Before that, I want to reach your soul.)

Ayaan looked into her eyes again.

This time-

Not searching for hatred.

Because there was none.

Only anger.

Raw.

Burning.

Her eyes had turned red.

Not from tears-

But from the storm she was holding inside.

And that storm-

Hurt him more than anything.

Ayaan slowly raised his hand-

As if to touch her face.

To calm her.

To fix what he broke.

But before his fingers could reach-

Mahika slapped his hand away.

She stepped back.

Creating distance.

Her voice trembled-

But didn't break.

"Major Sahab... main aapse sachchi mohabbat karti hoon."
(Major... I truly love you.)

"Mujhe nahi pata ise kaise jataya jaata hai..."
(I don't know how to express it...)

"Lekin mera dil sirf aapko chahta hai."
(But my heart wants only you.)

"Mujhe sirf aur sirf aapke paas sukoon milta hai."
(I find peace only with you.)

"Main kitni bhi koshish kar loon ki aapko bhool jaaun..."
(No matter how hard I try to forget you...)

"Yeh mere bas mein nahi hai."
(It's not in my control.)

"Varna kab ka kar chuki hoti."
(Otherwise, I would've done it long ago.)

"Main aapki deewani ho gayi hoon... na chahte hue bhi."
(I've become crazy for you... even without wanting to.)

Ayaan tried to say something-

Anything-

But Mahika raised her hand.

Stopping him.

"Nahi... ab kuch nahi, Major sahab."
(No... not anymore, Major.)

She turned.

Walked toward the door.

But stopped.

Right before leaving.

Without turning fully-

She spoke again.

And this time-

Her voice carried pain.

Deep.

Sharp.

Unforgiving.

"Agar aap mujh par shaq karte..."
(If you had doubted me...)

"Tab bhi mujhe itni takleef nahi hoti."
(Even then it wouldn't hurt this much.)

"Lekin aaj aapne meri mohabbat par shaq kiya hai..."
(But today... you doubted my love.)

"Jo mujhe bahut takleef de raha hai."
(And that hurts deeply.)

"Aapne meri mohabbat ko jhootha thahara diya..."
(You called my love false...)

"Aur yeh meri bardaasht ke bahar hai."
(And that is beyond what I can tolerate.)

The door opened.

And then-

Closed.

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