Chapter 20 // He is revealing

Yuvraj's Pov

As I woke up, my eyes gradually adjusted to the light and I found myself resting on something soft, like a cushion.

It was her boob skin, comforting and gentle. Her scent filled the air, sweet and familiar, instantly bringing a smile to my face and coaxing me out of sleep.

My mouth had her perky nipple in my mouth.

We slept at 3 am.

Reluctantly, I let her drift back to sleep, recognizing her exhaustion and the need for rest.

Focus on on task, I decided to occupy myself by drinking her milk. As I sipped it, I found it surprisingly delicious, a small comfort amidst the swirling thoughts in my mind.

She was moaning and felt her getting aroused from my sucking.

I decided to pee first then wake her up to fuck her.

We both lay there, naked, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment, our vulnerabilities exposed yet embraced in each other's presence.

An idea sparked in my mind, and I decided to blindfold her.

I got up from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe attached to the wall.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I rummaged through the cupboard, searching for something to use as a blindfold.

In my haste, I accidentally knocked over two small bottles and some clothes, causing them to fall to the floor with a soft thud.

After carefully picking up the fallen items and returning them to their place, I continued my search, gathering all the clothes from the floor to find the perfect material to blindfold her.

Curiosity gripped me, and I examined the bottles, searching for any labels or names that might hint at their purpose.

Realizing I don't take any medicine, it dawned on me that they must belong to Heer.

A wave of anxiety washed over me as my mind raced to the worst-case scenario of her having a serious illness.

Unable to bear the weight of uncertainty any longer, I resolved to ask her directly before my heart burst with stress and my mind spiraled into worst-case scenarios.

"Heer, uth na,"

(Heer, wake up)

I called gently, shaking her lightly.

"Kya hai? Sone do na,"

(What is it? Let me sleep)

she complained, half asleep.

"Han han, bas kuch poochna tha. Yeh dawai kis cheez ki hai?"

(Yes yes, i only want to ask something. What are these medicines for?)

I asked without hesitation.

She opened her eyes, and I showed her the bottles, silently pleading for reassurance.

"Yeh wali dudh nikal ne ki hai. Aapki maaji ne di thi."

(These are for lactating. Your mother gave me..)

She told me.

I thanked my mother in mind and noted to gift her jewellery.

"Aur yeh wali pait se na hone ki"

(And this one is birth control)

She told nonchalantly.

And in that moment, time seemed to stand still as those two words, 'birth control,' echoed through the chambers of my mind, each syllable carrying the weight of a thousand uncertainties.

"Yeh kisine di!? Yeh kabse le rahi hai tu!!?"

(Who gave you this shit!? How long have you been taking these?)

My voice rose, a crescendo of disbelief and anger, shattering the silence that had enveloped us.

Betrayal hung heavy in the air, thick with the realization that she had been concealing something from me, something significant.

She rose slowly and settled against the headboard, her expression a mixture of pain from our late night activities.

"Y-yeh mai khud se laai thi vaid se. Jabse aapne mujhme jhadna shuru Kara tha."

( I had bought me by myself from doctor. I am taking this sice you started releasing in me)

She told with caution.

With a sudden surge of fury, I hurled the bottle to the ground, the impact ringing out like a gunshot in the stillness of the room.

Her gasp pierced the air as she witnessed the scattered remnants of deception scattered across the floor.

Without hesitation, I brought my foot down upon them, crushing the tiny white capsules beneath my foot.

"Teri. Himmat. Kaise. Hui. Yeh. Karne. Ki."

(How. Dare. You. To. Do. This.)

Through clenched teeth, I forced each word out, a tight leash on the raging tempest within me.

As her tears welled up, shimmering pools of anguish in her eyes.

"Bol bhenchod! Kisse puch ke tune yeh kia!!!?"

(Fucking tell me! Whom do you ask before taking this step!!!?)

With a guttural roar, I unleashed the full force of my frustration, my grip tightening on her bicep in a desperate attempt to elicit some response.

"Kya hua!!? Haan!? Pasand nahi Mai tujhe !!? Kisi mard se chudna hai ab tujhe!!? Uska bacha apni kokh mei Lena !!?"

(What happened!!? Yes!? You don't like me anymore!!? You want to get fucked by some other man!!? You want to carry his child!!?)

I shouted in anger.

Her hand lashed out, her palm collided with my arm with startling force.

The sting of her slap jolted me, momentarily breaking through the haze of my anger, as I recoiled from the unexpected blow.

"Toh kya karti mai haan!!!? Apka bacha pait mei leke rakhail ke naam se mashoor ho jaati!!!?"

(So what do you expect me do!!? Do You want me to called as a mistress after carrying your child in my womb!!!?)

She yelled with tears.

Her words landed like heavy blows, reverberating through the depths of my soul, leaving behind echoes of pain and uncertainty.

"Chup kar ja! Rakhail nahi hai tu meri!!"

(Shut up! You are not my mistress!!)

I shouted and pinched her bicep harshly

"Acha!? Acha!? Rakhail nahi hu mai !!?"

She shouted and stood in front of me.

With each sentence she uttered, she deliver with the force of her free hand, leaving me breathless and reeling from the intensity of her emotions.

"Toh kon hu !!? Bataiye Aaj mujhe !!? Aakhir hu kon mai aapki!!?"

(Who am I to you!!? Tell me right now!!? Who the hell am I to you!!?)

As I clasped her fist, my heart pounded with the weight of unspoken emotions, longing to reveal the depths of my feelings.

With a tender touch, I raised her hand to my lips, planting a gentle kiss upon her knuckles, hoping that in that simple gesture, she would understand the truth of my heart.

" Tu Heer hai meri!! Tu mere liye sara jahan hai! Meri dhadkan ki takat aur mere jeene ka maksad hai, tu heer!)

(You are my Heer!! You are whole world to me!! You are strength to my heartbeats and reason for me to Live, Heer)

With a surge of raw emotion, I unleashed the torrent of feelings swirling within me, my voice echoing through the tumultuous air, desperate to convey the depth of my love and longing, even amidst the chaos of our exchange.

Her initial shock morphed into a smile, but it wasn't one of reciprocated feelings.

Instead, it carried a bittersweet resignation, a silent acknowledgment of the unbridgeable chasm between us.

That smile, laced with a tinge of sorrow, cut deeper than any rejection ever could.

"Aapke pyaar ka kya fayda jab duniya ki nazaro mei mai aapki dharm patni na ho saki?"

(What is the use of this love when I can't be recognised as your lawful wife?)

Her voice, laced with pain, brushed against my ears like a gentle breeze carrying the weight of a storm.

As tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, her whispered agony pierced through the walls I had built around my heart, stirring emotions I had long tried to suppress.

"Kya fayda jo mai apka naam mere naam mei na jud saka?"

(What's the use when your name is not behind my name?)

Her words cut through the air like a sharp blade, delivering another blow.

"Rahungi toh mai dusri aurat hi na?"

(I will still be remain a second woman, no?)

The weight of her words crashed into me like an unforgiving wave against a fragile shore, leaving behind a stinging sensation that resonated through every fiber of my being.

"Nahi nahi essa nahi hai. Tu jaanti meri shaadi hui hi nahi hai! Mai kuwara hu aur sirf tera hu, meri Heer!"

(No no...its not like that. You know that I am not married! You know I never married and I only belongs to you Heer!)

With desperation clawing at my throat, I reached out and pulled her into my embrace, holding onto her as if she was the lifeline.

"Fir kyu sach nahi bata dete? Kyu mujhe yeh sb sehna pad raha hai? Kyu?"

(Then why don't you tell me the truth? Why I have to suffer all this? Why?)

As her tears dampened the fabric of my shirt, each drop felt like a testament to the depth of her sorrow, seeping into my soul and mingling with my own silent anguish.

With a single tear tracing a solitary path down my cheek, I confronted the stark reality of my failure—the knowledge that I had let down the one person who held the key to my heart, leaving behind a bitter taste of regret.

"Heer. Bas mujhe thoda samay de, mai poore reeti riwaz se tujhe apna naam dunga. Bas thoda waqt."

(Heer, give me some time, I will make you mine following all the necessary rituals. I need some time that's all)

With tears streaming down my face, I pleaded with every fiber of my being, my voice cracking with raw emotion as I begged for forgiveness.

Her gaze, piercing and unforgiving, met mine, and in that moment, I felt the weight of her silent judgment shatter what remained of my fragile resolve.

"Kahi itna waqt na le Lena ki mera PYAAR, nafrat ban jaye aur jab aap mere paas aaye toh mere dil mei aapke liye koi anubhuti (feeling) ho hi na."

(Do not take so much time that my LOVE turns into hatred, and when you come to me, there is no feeling for you in my heart.)

Her emotionally detached words were the final blow, shattering whatever strength I had left, causing my knees to buckle beneath me.

Collapsing to the floor before her, I reached out, wrapping my arm around her waist, unable to hold back the torrent of tears that flowed freely as the pain of losing her surged through me like a relentless tide.

Every day was a battle, but her love was my anchor, my source of strength.

Losing her was not an option I could bear to contemplate.

She was my Heer, my everything, and the thought of losing her love was a darkness I couldn't bear to face.

"Aesa mat bol! Mai mar jaunga tera Bina! Mujhe maaf kar de. Mai tera gunehgar hu na!? Tu maar mujhe!!? Le jee bhar ke maar?"

(Don't say that! I will die without you! Please forgive me. I am your sinner, right? Then punish me!!? Beat me to your heart's content!)

Taking her hand in mine, I offered it up willingly, allowing her to administer the physical manifestation of the pain I had inflicted upon her heart.

As tears fell from her eyes, she gently withdrew her hand, the weight of her sorrow heavy upon us both.

"Tu mujhse pyaar karna mat chord. Mai bheeg mangta hu tujhe."

(Do not stop loving me. I beg for your forgiveness.)

I folded my hands and begged her.

She shook her head and gripped my folded hands.

"Mat kijiye bas"

(Don't do this)

She cried.

"Mai tere bina mar jaunga. Mai sab kuch sehe sakta hu par Teri nazaro mei khud ke liye nafrat nahi dekh sakta. Nahi dekh sakta hai."

(I will die without you. I can endure everything, but I cannot bear to see hatred in your eyes for myself. I cannot bear to see it.)

I cried and clutched her legs.

"Uthiye Yuvraj ji. Bas mat kijiye."

(Enough Yuvraj ji,. please stand up now)

As she gently patted my hair, I remained still, my heart laid bare before her, begging for forgiveness and redemption.

"Yuvraj ji uthiye na"

(Stand up Yuvraj ji)

She pleaded.

"Wada kar ki tu kabhi bhi mujhse nafrat nahi karegi. Wada kar Heer."

(Promise me that you will never hate me. Promise me, Heer)

I requested

"Mai wada karungi lekin..."

( I will promise but...)

She said

I looked at her expectantly.

"Lekin kya? Bol na!? Mai sab karunga bata mujhe!?"

(But what? Tell me!? I will everything tell me!!?)

I asked in desperation

"Aapko mujhe aapki shaadi ka sach batana hoga."

(You have to tell me the truth about your marriage)

She demanded

I shook my head at her request forcefully.

"Tu mujhpe vishwas nahi karegi. Mai janta hu koi bhi nahi krega."

(You will not believe I know. No one will believe)

I told her feeling helpless.

"Jis din aapko apna dil saupa tha, uss din se aankh band krke aap par bharosa karti hu."

(Since the day I entrusted you with my heart, I have trusted you with my eyes closed.)

She told me with confident tone.

With a heavy heart, I shook my head in disagreement with my inner turmoil, knowing I couldn't withstand the piercing scrutiny of her questioning gaze.

The fear of being perceived as a sadistic monster consumed me, a haunting shadow that threatened to engulf any hope of redemption in her eyes.

"Thik hai mat batiye."

(Okay don't tell me then)

She said in hard tone.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I couldn't help but convey the frustration and confusion swirling within me.

"Aap bhi bhool jaiye ki - ki aapki koii Heer thi jo aapse bhot pyar karti thi."

(Also forget that - that there was some Heer of yours who loved you very much.)

She said and moved her eyes away in anger.

I stood up immediately and held her arms.

"Heer ! Nahi Heer! Essa mat bol ! Mai kaise jiyunga!? Heer meri taraf dekh toh sahi!"

(Heer! No, Heer! Don't say that! How will I live!? Heer, look towards me, please!)

I pleaded her

"Mai aur nahi sehe sakti. Ab dur hona hi sahi hai....Sarpanch ji."

(I can't bear it anymore. It's better to be apart now...Sarpanch ji.)

She said with hollow voice not her sweet voice.

"Heer?"

I whispered in pain.

Her words were a razor, slicing through the tender fabric of my heart, leaving behind a gaping wound that bled with the agony of her rejection.

With every beat, I hoped for the solace of her soft gaze, the reassurance of her affection, yet all I encountered was the chilling void of her absence.

The mere thought of losing her, of a future devoid of her presence, made me lose my breathe.

I've reached a resolution. To win her back, I must unveil the truth.

"Thik hai. Mai tujhe sab bataunga, ab chahe baad tu mujhpe vishwas kare ya na kare!"

( Alright. I will tell you everything, whether you believe in me later or not!)

I declared.

Her gaze finally met mine, a reassuring glint shining in her eyes.

As I locked eyes with her, a surge of hope welled up within me, envisioning a brighter tomorrow.

I cradled her tenderly in my arms as we settled onto the small couch in the room.

Gently, I wrapped her naked form in a soft bedsheet, seeking to shield her from the chill of the evening.

Her delicate touch brushed away my tears, and in gratitude, I pressed countless kisses onto her palms.

Sitting by my side, she offered silent comfort as I began to recount the events of that day.

"In the village of Poshina, I found myself on a routine visit to oversee the crops.

There, amidst the shadows, stood Soha, a woman caught in the web of circumstances. Despite as the second-in-command at the local brothel, her eyes betrayed a longing for freedom.

our paths intersected amidst the fields, her torn clothes a indication to the struggles she endured. With desperation etched upon her face, she pleaded for help.

She was chased by goons. I stepped in, warned the guys, and even fought them off. Luckily, Soha was safe. Grateful, she thanked me, and I gave her some money to start fresh somewhere else. She didn't know much about life outside the village, so I offered to take her to a nearby town.

But that decision turned out to be a big mistake, and I realized it too late."

With a heavy heart and words laced with regret, I recount this tale to Heer, seeking solace in her tender embrace.

"As the sun started to set, I decided to walk her to the nearby village since it wasn't too far. Along the way, the villagers greeted me warmly, showing their respect for their Sarpanch.

But she, that bitch, watched it all. She knew I had power and influence, so she schemed to take advantage of me.

When we arrived at a vacant house, I offered it to her to live in it and she agreed to stay there. I was ready to leave for my way to haveli then she asked for water, so I got some from a neighbor.

Feeling thirsty from long walk, I accepted a drink too, Unbeknownst to me, she slipped a pill into my drink.

Feeling lightheaded, I brushed it off as tiredness from the walk. But then, I blacked out.

When I woke up the next morning, I found her beside me, both of us unclothed. I realized then that I had been drugged and beside me was a woman, Soha.

We both were naked."

Heer gasped when I told her, but her reassuring smile eased my fears, making me feel relieved.

"I warned her that I will punish her for morphing me into a enforcer.

In the midst of my righteous anger, her smile remained untouched, her demeanor unfazed.

With calculated precision, she presented images, distorting reality to fit her narrative, casting me as the villain in our shared story.

She showed me pictures.

Of us, naked.

I was on top of her.

She made it look like I was forcing her

Despite my innocence, she wielded a power over the villagers, a power I couldn't combat with truth alone. Numbness enveloped me, mingling with a simmering rage at the injustice of it all."

With no alternative but to reveal it, I braced myself for the fallout.

Then, a gentle touch against my skin startled me from my turmoil.

Opening my eyes, I found her gaze unwavering, her love undiminished by the revelation.

"Mujhe aap par pura bharosa hai"

( I have believe on you).

she whispered, sealing her assurance with a tender kiss.

I poured my frustration in kiss, to hold a secret from her, anger for tangled in deceit web, longing for having my Heer as my wife.

As we broke apart, our foreheads met in silent communion, a shared understanding transcending words.

Enveloped in each other's embrace, our unspoken emotions mingled, offering solace amidst the chaos of our truth.

Taking a deep breath, I continued my story.

"Those photos could've ruined everything. So, I asked Soha what she really wanted.

She admitted she craved power and respect, which she thought she could get by marrying me.

But I didn't want to marry her. No matter how hard I tried to convince her otherwise, she wouldn't back down.

So, I came up with a plan to fake the marriage. She agreed, even going as far as applying the vermilion and wearing the mangalsutra herself. We bribed the priest and took a picture as proof.

After that mess, I met you, and I fell in love. You were my rock, my only hope. So, I decided to take you with me. At first, Soha resisted having you in the house, but I threatened to expose her secret. You remember when I found you on my way back from the city?"

She nodded.

"Well, I went there for two reasons. First, to get proof that nothing happened that night and I had no physical relation with her. And second, to find out something about Soha – she's interested in women (lesbian)."

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Saanvi's pov

I gasped when I heard the truth.

"Aesa bhi hot hai?"

(Does that really happen?)

I asked.

"Yes, it does. Testing for it is easy with a doctor in the city.

That's why I went there. Soha got scared when she saw those papers, so she never said anything about it to you.

But my documents weren't as solid as those photo proofs she had.

The villagers trusted those pictures more, so I started looking for them. I searched everywhere, but couldn't find them.

Soha went wherever she pleased, and I followed, but found nothing. I tried my best, but got nowhere. I couldn't tell anyone else because of the risk of it spreading."

He finished, and I felt sorry for him.

He had been struggling all this time, living under the shadow of false accusations for something awful he never did.

I hugged him tightly, promising myself to make that woman regret it. I wouldn't let her destroy my heartfelt relationship with Yuvraj ji, no matter what!

Yuvraj ji broke the hug and asked, "Do you still trust me?"

"I have complete trust in you, Yuvraj ji," I said confidently.

He leaned his forehead against mine. "Thank you, my Heer," he said, relieved.

"I love you so much, Yuvraj ji," I confessed.

He opened his eyes and filled my heart with love. "I love you more than anything, Heer."

Our lips met in a tender embrace, and as we melted into each other, the outside world faded away, consumed by depths of our love and the fire of our passion