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Story: His Kidnapped Bride

On hearing her voice, Mrityunjay smiles, turns around, and finds that she is waiting for him while sitting on the bed with herarms outstretched. He immediately wraps himself in her arms like a small child.

"I miss you so much, my son."

"I miss you too, maa."

He quickly hugs her; she looks at his face and kisses his forehead.

"Now first, tell me, are you happy after proposing to her?"

He smiles and nods positively; she giggles like a young girl and sits straight in front of him and asks him.

"When are you bringing her to meet me? ..."

Mrityunjay immediately looks at his mother and has many questions in his eyes. His mother immediately asked him while placing her gentle hand on his cheek.

"I don't care that she is Jagdish's daughter. It is more important for me that the girl loves you and you love her."

Soon after hearing her words, Mrityunjay comes and stands near the window. She knows that he is very upset, and she knows very well the reason for his trouble. She stands behind him and explains.

"I don't want to hate Jagdish because this is also a relationship between us. I don't want to have any relationship with him. Mayil is his daughter; there is no doubt about it, but you love her; it is more important to me."

Mrityunjay sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and says.

"Mahi loves her father very much, and I hate that person very much. I can never give her the option that she should choose herfather or me, but now I cannot understand which step I should take now, and I can't hide everything forever."

"I have been telling you from day one that you have made the biggest mistake by kidnapping that innocent girl, and one day you will regret your mistake. You can feel what you have done. I just want to tell you one more thing: Rannvijay Bundela taught his son and wife to love only people. I don't know how you saved this hatred from his sight."

"Because bua (Aunty), can you forget how ruthlessly that man killed all the people in front of our eyes? Falsely pretended to love you, got another girl pregnant somewhere else, and married her, you, who was going to be the mother of his child. He brutally killed your child in the womb."

"Mrityunjay..."

Sunaina's voice echoed in the environment, and tears started flowing from her eyes. She quickly came in front of a photo and looked at it, like she was complaining a lot. Mrityunjay quickly comes behind, hugs her, and says,.

"Sorry maa… I am really sorry."

He also looks at the photo and finds Sunaina, who is still complaining to Ranvijay about everything, like always.

CHAPTER 64

MRITYUNJAY'S PAST

(Using short scenes to describe the story.)

"Jay, I am telling you I will complain in your school one day that you are bunking."

"I don't care."

While playing with his 6-month-old sister in his arms, 10-year-old Mrityunjay quickly responds to his mother's words by showing his tongue, which the baby imitates. He then smiles and resumes lovingly engaging with his sister, who is giggling after seeing her big B, who loves her so much.

"Pakhi… Mumma gets very angry when I come home to meet you. From tomorrow on, I will put you in my bag and take you with me to school. My friend loves to play with you. You get a ride, and I don't get scolded. problem solve..."

After listening to Mrityunjay, his grandparents, mother, and aunt also start laughing because Mrityunjay loves his sister so much that today he jumps over the back wall of his school and bunks his classes again during the lunch break. He has come back home just to play with her, and that's why his mother is scolding him. She says.

"God… Sometimes I feel that I am not Pakhi's mother; he is her mother and has gone mad in such a bad way with her sister. He always wants to be around her, and Pakhi also keeps looking for her brother all the time. If he is in front of her, Pakhi doesn't care where I am."

However, their mother's comments don't bother either brother or sister because they are so preoccupied with one another.

"Please, Pakhi’s sweet little mummy, feed her milk."

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