Ishq Par Zor Nahi 💞Part 11: Weapons

In hospital 🏥

“How are you feeling now?” Mihir inquired as the man attempted to settle properly on the bed.

“I’m better, and it’s all thanks to you. If you weren’t here, then…” the man started, expressing his gratitude.

“It’s my duty to help those in need,” Mihir reassured the man with a comforting smile.

“Moreover, you’re not just a patient to me; you’re my best friend, almost like a soulmate. It’s natural for me to be here for you,” Mihir added, offering a warm smile.

“Thank you, Mihir. I can’t express my gratitude enough,” the man said, holding Mihir’s hand.

“I feel incredibly fortunate to have you in my life, to have met you on that fateful day,” he reminisced, closing his eyes.

Students were wandering around, searching for their classrooms, some chatting with their friends. A boy, with a bag on his back and a confused look on his face, was trying to find his class. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a friendly face smiling at him.

“Searching for class?” the person asked.

The boy nodded in agreement. The person inquired further, “Which faculty?”

“Faculty of Medicine,” the boy replied.

“Come, I’ll show you,” the person offered kindly.

The boy followed him to the class.

“Here it’s your class,” the person pointed out.

“Thank you,” the boy said gratefully.

“You’re welcome. By the way, I’m Dhruv,” he introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake.

“Um… Mihir,” the boy responded.

“Nice to meet you, Mihir. That’s a nice name,” Dhruv complimented.

“Hope we get along. I’m in the Faculty of Engineering.”

“Now it’s my time for class. See you again. Bye,” Dhruv bid farewell.

“B…y…e,” Mihir replied, as they parted ways.

Present

Rudra stood there, his eyes fixed on the shattered pieces of his beloved perfume bottle, a mix of disbelief and frustration evident on his face. Meanwhile, Kabir, with a mischievous glint in his eye, casually knocked over another bottle, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

As Rudra’s anger simmered, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched, creating a tense atmosphere.

He called out to Kabir, his voice tinged with a mix of irritation and exasperation, “Mr. Akdu”

In response, Kabir, with a nonchalant expression, brushed off Rudra’s reaction with a cool demeanor, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Rudra stood there, his eyes squinting as Kabir made his way towards the mirror, a mix of annoyance and amusement playing on his face.

“Mr.akdu”

“Aaah!!! chillana band karoge mannerless boy” Kabir said covering his ears.

“Mr.akdu aap ye kaise kar sakte hain?”

“I’ll buy you a new one, so stop your drama,” Kabir declared, his tone teasing yet caring.

“Drama king,” Kabir mumbled under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Can’t hear you properly,” Kabir responded, his attention still on his reflection, adjusting his hair with a casual air.

“Drama king, can you hear that now?” Kabir shot back, his voice laced with mock exasperation.

“MR. AKDU!”

“Stop shouting” Kabir showed his irritation covering rudra’s mouth with his hand.

Their eyes met in an intense gaze, each trying to read the other’s emotions. Rudra’s eyes reflected a storm of emotions – anger, hurt, and a hint of vulnerability, while Kabir’s gaze held a mix of confidence and a touch of hidden depth, as if there were unspoken words between them.

Just as the tension peaked, a phone rang, breaking the momentary connection between them. An elder figure intervened, leading Rudra to compose himself, while Kabir maintained his composed facade, a faint smile lingering on his lips, hinting at a deeper understanding beyond the surface conflict.

Kabir went downstairs ,rudra followed him too only to see Nancy waiting there with a file. He rolled his eyes, clearly not pleased with the situation. He was going to take a seat beside Kabir when Nancy swiftly took it. Rudra sighed in resignation and went to sit beside Mihir.

“You okay?” Mihir asked, noticing Rudra’s expression.

Rudra hummed, his gaze shifting between Kabir and Nancy. Nancy giggled, seemingly enjoying the moment.

“I don’t like her either,” Mihir said nonchalantly, taking a bite from his plate.

“Huh?” Rudra questioned, curious about Mihir’s statement.

“That girl, I don’t like her,” Mihir clarified, sharing his thoughts with Rudra.

“Are you free this Sunday?” Mihir asked, changing the topic.

Rudra nodded, intrigued by Mihir’s question.

“Would you like to join me then?” Mihir invited Rudra.

“Huh,” Rudra responded, surprised by the sudden invitation.

“Let’s go for some shopping,” Mihir suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

“I would love to,” Rudra agreed, appreciating the idea.

“We are in too,” the trio spoke up, showing their support for Mihir and Rudra’s plan.

“We know,” Mihir and Rudra said simultaneously, sharing a smile.

“Muzaffar, have breakfast, beta,” grandma said, trying to involve Muzaffar in the conversation.

“Bhukh nahi hai,” Muzaffar replied, indicating he wasn’t hungry.

“Muzaffar, please beta,” Shweta insisted, encouraging him to eat.

Muzaffar took a seat beside grandma and started having breakfast, his eyes occasionally glancing at Mihir, who seemed lost in thought, unable to escape the intensity of Muzaffar’s gaze.

“Humne kuch socha hai,” grandma announced, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Kabir, Rudra,Mihir aur Muzaffar ke liye humne honeymoon plan kiya hai,” grandma dropped the bombshell.

“WHAT?” Nancy’s eyes widened in shock.

Rhea choked on her food, clearly surprised by the unexpected revelation.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Mihir interjected, declining the offer.

“I’m not free” Mihir added, trying to politely decline the proposal.

“I don’t know anything. I want you four to spend time with each other,” grandma explained, leaving everyone puzzled by her unexpected suggestion.

Everyone finished their breakfast and went for their respective work.

Rudra noticed the abandoned handkerchief on the dining table and proceeded towards the elder who was engrossed in conversation with Muzaffar. As he made his way, a sudden stumble caused him to glance back, only to catch Nancy sporting a sly smirk.

After returning the handkerchief to Kabir, Rudra turned back to face Nancy.

“Kya lagta hai tumhe tum Jo kar Rahi ho mujhe nahi dikhta,” he remarked.

Nancy, feigning innocence, responded with a puzzled “Sorry?”

“Apni had mein raho samjhi” rudra warned firmly.

“Limits are not meant for me, Rudra.” nancy, with a touch of defiance, countered.

The tension escalated as Nancy remarked,

“What’s the point of honeymoon  when Mr. Kabir doesn’t love you? forget about love; he doesn’t even look at you.”

Sympathy laced her tone as she added, “I feel bad for you, Rudra.”

“I think you should mind your own business instead of interfering in others.” rudra retorted sharply.

Nancy’s tone turned provocative,

“Soon I will snatch him from you.”

“Try me then” rudra stood his ground.

“Do you love him?”with a challenging glint in her eyes, Nancy questioned .

“If you do, then you have no chance,” nancy spoke all while wearing a smirk that hinted at hidden intentions.

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Mihir sat in his room, poring over medical files on his bed. As he heard the door knob twist, the elder entered, discreetly stashing his gun in the drawer. The younger, letting out a sigh, returned his focus to the files.

Muzaffar’s phone rang, drawing the attention of the younger towards the elder.

“Hmm,” the elder answered.

“Kill him” the elder grimaced.

“Just wait there, I’m coming. Don’t touch any of them,” the elder instructed before hanging up and exiting through the door. The younger set the files aside, contemplating following the elder.

He furrowed his brows as the elder approached a room unknown to the younger. Muzaffar entered, keying in a password.

After the elder left, the younger swiftly followed suit without delay…

Into the black room, resembling a meeting space.

“Hmm, looks like a meeting room,” he observed, scanning the surroundings.

“But why everything in black? What’s his obsession with black?”

“Bhai? What’s he doing here?”

“Kabir too?”

“Who’s that with the mask?” he pondered, eyeing the masked figure intently.

Mihir’s mind raced with questions.  What are they talking?What were they planning? The room, shrouded in black, added to the mystery. As he tried to inch closer to hear their conversation, his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

“Gungs??“

“Weapons?”

Mihir stood frozen in shock as he gazed at the array of guns and weapons spread out before him. His heart raced, and his hands trembled as he accidentally knocked a knife off the table. Quickly hiding behind the door, he watched as Muzaffar approached the table, his expression dark and foreboding as he picked up the knife.

Kabir and the masked man engaged in a conversation that Mihir couldn’t hear from his vantage point. The tension in the room was palpable, and Mihir’s fear grew with each passing moment.

mihir went back from the door to his room he was shocked to see everything.

The tension in the room was palpable as Mihir’s eyes widened in fear, his heart racing as footsteps drew near. He quickly scrambled onto his bed, maintaining the same position, pretending to be engrossed in the file before him, trying to mask his anxiety.

As the elder figure entered, Mihir’s eyes remained fixed on the file, unable to muster the courage to meet the elder’s gaze, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, a clear sign of his unease.

Mihir’s eyes widened in shock at the elder’s words, 

“You forgot your ring there,” the elder stated, a sense of gravity in his voice, causing Mihir’s heart to skip a beat.

Stammering, Mihir tried to respond, “W-what are you saying? I… I didn’t understand”

The elder extended a hand while handing the ring.

“Saw everything?” the elder questioned, his tone demanding an answer.

Summoning his courage, Mihir replied, “Yes” bracing himself for what might come next. The elder’s ominous warning sent chills down Mihir’s spine.

“Don’t breathe a word to anyone, not even your that friend. If you value your life”

Confusion and fear gripped Mihir as he tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation. As the elder rose to leave, Mihir’s desperation surfaced,

“We are not finished. Don’t harm Dhruv. He’s a good person, unlike you”

the elder went without giving any answer like the younger didn’t existed.

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In a dark room where darkness had enveloped…

“what’s going on with you” a person asked, with a mix of confusion and concern evident on their face.

“What is happening to me?” came the reply, her voice sounding as lifeless as an inanimate object, as if someone else inhabited the body of a living person.

“I can read you don’t forget that” the person said, their face displaying deep empathy and understanding.

“Jii bhar Gaya hai khudse kya karu maut nahi aati” she  expressed her emotions with a pale, lifeless body.

“What he made you” the person focused on their friend’s face, trying to comprehend their personality and existence.

“Itna pyar karti ho?”  the person asked, observing the turmoil and compassion in their eyes.

“I can’t see him with anyone” she responded as tears fall from her eyes.

“I’ll get him back” she said with a dark eyes wiping her tears off

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“suno?” mihir buzzed Muzaffar, who was already engaged in another conversation.

‘I’ll catch up with you later,’ he assured the person on the call hanging up the phone.

“What’s the matter?” he inquired.

“Mujhe baba ke yahan Jana hai,unki yaad aa rahi hai,akele nahi Jane dete atleast saath toh chalo”  Mihir implored.

“You know the reasons why I can’t allow you to go” muzaffar stated firmly.

‘If you’re so eager to take risks, go ahead” Muzaffar added.

At that moment, Ruhi joined them.

“Hey Mihir” she greeted.

“Are guys going somewhere ?” she asked.

Mihir nodded, and Ruhi’s face fell.

“What’s the matter?” Muzaffar inquired.

“I needed your assistance Muzaffar but it’s fine, I’ll manage” Ruhi expressed sadly.

“Is it urgent?” Muzaffar questioned.

“It is” she confirmed.

“It’s alright, we can postpone our visit till tomorrow” Muzaffar reassured, changing his plans to accompany Mihir to his father-in-law.

‘Sorry, Mihir’ Ruhi apologized.

At Night 🌃

Mihir paced back and forth in the room, muttering, “Kya samajhta hai apne aap ko” as he awaited Muzaffar’s arrival. He was still upset, thinking, “Baba ke yaha Jane ke liye itna utavla toh nahi ho Raha tha“

Feeling a surge of anger, Mihir exclaimed, “Why do I care, leave it”

Just then, the sound of the door opening caught his attention.

“Aagaye… welcome pls,” Mihir sarcastically welcomed the elder.

Muzaffar, noticing the tension, asked with a frown,

“What happened to you?” 

“Nothing, bohot jyada kaam karke aaye ho socha kyun na tumhara welcome Kiya Jaye” mihir replied,with a tight-lipped smile

Mihir, trying to talk to Muzaffar, held his hand and said, “Muzaffar suno meri baat” halting him from going to bed.

Muzaffar, feeling tired, responded, “Can you just shut up pls” and lay down on the bed.

Mihir muttered to himself, “Pata nahi kya chal raha hai dono ke bich.”

“Kuch nahi chal Raha hai, she’s just a friend.”Muzaffar clarified,

“Please let me sleep in peace, I’m not in the mood to fight” muzaffar, wanting peace, requested

Mihir, still mulling over the situation, mumbled,

Muzaffar, with his eyes closed, asked, “Did you say something?”

“NO!” mihir replied sharply,