That boy started going back towards his car when suddenly he stopped and without seeing speaking to him, I don't want to say anything but still the way you are dressed and the way you are looking, if anyone can take advantage of you in this deserted road then listen to me and instead of roaming around here, go home otherwise you will be a headline in tomorrow's news and you will have passed away in the eyes of people, go home tomorrow bachi

boy without opening her mouth, she didn’t look at his face but kept staring at him and said, "Who does he think he is, giving unsolicited advice?"

Since he had looked at her so clearly, she thought to herself, this guy doesn’t realize I ran away from home easily. Where should I go? I ran away from there and even if I go somewhere, what could they do after I reach home? They will still take me back home. Aadhya scolded herself lightly in anger, what else could she do?

Her eyes were on the car which had already disappeared from her sight. Aadhya's last hope shattered before her eyes, and before she knew it, the car vanished into the black darkness.

Aadhya looked towards the sky; the night was quite dark as if a storm was about to come. Whether it was the condition of the weather or her life, she didn’t know either.

She felt very bad but she couldn’t do anything, she just kept walking.

Hey God, why is this area so deserted? Did I come to the wrong place? Oh God, please... Help me

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"Aadhya, let’s leave this place as soon as possible. I don’t feel safe here," she said as she walked ahead. But as soon as she had gone a little further, someone suddenly grabbed her dupatta (scarf) and pulled her toward them.

Aadhya screamed, "Who is it?" and turned around. Behind her stood a group of thugs, staring at her with hungry eyes—as if they would devour her alive. The sight made her heart pound violently.

Before Aadhya could say anything, the leader of the gang stepped forward and said mockingly, "Hey girl, what are you doing here so late at night wearing a wedding dress? Did you run away from your own wedding?"

Aadhya, trembling, stammered, "N-no... I... I just..." She was shaking with fear.

The leader eyed her from head to toe, then burst into an evil laugh, "Ha ha ha! That sweat on your forehead says it all—you’ve clearly done something wrong. Let us do a little wrong too!"

"But what should we do, boss?" one of the other thugs asked.

"Marriage!"

"What, boss?"

"Yes, this boss of yours is going to marry her—right now! A runaway bride... it’ll be fun, a lot of fun," he said as he grabbed Aadhya’s hand.

"Please... please let me go. I’ve done nothing to you. Why are you doing this to me?" she begged.

"Because you’re a runaway girl. And runaway girls have no respect. They only deserve shame," he said coldly.

Aadhya’s sobs grew louder and more desperate. "Please let me go!"

"We will let you go, sweetheart... but first, let us have our fun," the boss laughed again.

Suddenly, a voice called from behind, "Leave the girl."

"Who the hell are you? Think you’re some kind of hero?" the leader shouted.

"It’s not about thinking. I am the one. But right now, I’m very angry. So if you want to stay safe, let the girl go and get lost. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? You’ll take us all down by yourself? There’s only one of you and many of us. What can you do?" the thug mocked and laughed.

The boy smiled. It wasn’t an ordinary smile. He made a signal with his hand, and suddenly, a group of men emerged from behind the trees—each carrying dangerous weapons.

With a commanding voice, the boy said, "So what were you saying? I’m alone and can’t do anything? Now I won’t say anything... my men will show you what I can do."

Then he took Aadhya’s hand and led her to his car. The thug leader was visibly shaken. Aadhya could understand his fear—she had just experienced it moments ago.

The boy opened the car door for her and gently adjusted her lehenga (bridal dress). Looking at her with softness, he asked, "Where do you want to go? Tell me, and I’ll take you there."

Aadhya replied with sadness, "Runaway girls don’t have a home."

"But parents... parents always exist," he responded without hesitation.

"And what if those parents sell you off? Then they’re no longer parents!"

"Parents are parents—even if they’re flawed. They brought us into this world. That alone is enough reason to love them," he said firmly.

"No, parents stop being parents when they sell their own children just to satisfy someone’s desires."

"Maybe. But judging the whole story without knowing the truth isn’t right either. Just because you think that way?"

"Anyway, forget all this. Just remember—someone won’t always be there to save you. So next time, if you must run, plan better."

One hour later...

Baba, please forgive me, but I had no option but to do this...

Due to some compulsion I ran away from your house for my own benefit so that you don't have to get married and your mother dies paying the debt of that man

why did you want this, don't you want to see my dead face??? no baba, I didn't want to do anything like this, that's it??

I am just a man, today you have to choose either your life or your father's respect, if you want to choose your life then it is free and if you care about someone's respect then come

Anyway, girls who run away from home have no respect, I am dubra, I will ask that person to marry you, he will agree

Tumhe chuna hoga , " It will be your life or your father's respect, if you have to choose your life then it is a good thing and if you care about someone's respect then come

Anyway, girls who run away from home have no respect, I am dubra, I will ask that person to marry you, he will agree

Adhya looked towards the door outside the house, then did not know why she turned her steps towards her room, it was a very difficult decision for her, it was not easy to ruin her life with her own hands, she had just come to do the same

The teacher closed the door of the room and with that he got well settled. How many fires are there in life in a moment?????

Now there were some more things, some time ago he was remembering all the incidents that had happened with him one by one

that Shakas??? those Shakas I didn't even ask his name, I unknowingly took it out from his mouth and turned my face...

On one side there was a twilight and on the other side it was pitch dark. The shadow of the one following it was so dense that nothing was visible in it.

that boy got out of the car and went to his home

That boy gets out of the car and looks at his house and a bitter smile comes on his face which he had suffered inside for many years.