Love with conclusive Hate

"Please leave me." "I didn't do it on purpose." "I made a mistake. " A girl's crying voice was echoing in the desert dust. But ignoring her cries, a man is dragging her in the sand, holding a gun in one hand and holding the girl's wrist tightly with the other hand. The girl's bare feet were badly injured due to walking in the hot sand. She was not able to walk at all. But the boy was pulling it with all his strength. It seemed as if there was blood in the red eyes of that boy. He drags the girl, makes her fall in front of him and points the gun at her. The girl folds her hands in front of him with tears in her eyes, "I didn't want to do this. I'm telling the truth. Trust me. I don't know how this all happened!" The girl's hair was scattered all over her face due to the strong winds blowing in the desert. But the boy was standing pointing his gun at him, looking at him with hatred. He screams loudly and places his fingers on the trigger of the gun. The girl sees death in front of her and she closes her eyes out of fear. Just then a loud gunshot is heard. The girl falls on the sand with her eyes closed. The boy keeps looking at her, gritting his teeth with fire in his eyes. flashback, A boy coming out of the pool after swimming, a girl is standing in front of him with a bathrobe in her hand. As soon as the boy starts taking the robe, his eyes fall on the mud stain on the robe. He looks at the girl angrily and says, "I don't forgive mistakes. There is no need to come to work from tomorrow. Just get lost from here." The girl runs and gives the second robe to the boy and goes away from there. The boy goes inside the house wearing a bathrobe. The boy's name is " Varun Singh Rathore ", age 26 years, six packs, broad chest, fair body, 6 feet height, light beard on the face, cold look. Standing in front of the mirror in his room, Varun was thinking something while closing the buttons of his shirt. A voice echoes in his ears, "There are two types of people in the world, one who gives orders and one who follows those orders. Now you have to decide, what do you want to become?" Varun looks at himself in the mirror and says with a wry smile, "What are you staring at like that? If you have some work, come inside. Otherwise get lost." Varun's cousin brother Diwakar, standing at the door, comes into the room with a wicked expression on his face, "I too have no interest in seeing your face. Here are the files that you had asked for." Throwing the files on the table, Diwakar leaves from there. Varun slants his lips and says, “You bastard from somewhere….” Downstairs, Varun's youngest sister Muskaan is talking on the phone, "Khushi , how are you? We all are missing you a lot. Please come home soon." "I am also missing you guys a lot. Especially my Varun. But Muskaan is what I need here. You know what a big crime is happening here with girls and women. This world is full of evil, friend." “oh Ok , if you are not coming but please take care of yourself. Because nothing should happen to you.” "Okay my dear , your happiness will take care of itself. Let's go now." "Bye” "Mother Khushi was calling. She was saying that she will not be able to come here right now. She has work." "I don't want to talk about him Muskaan. That careless girl didn't listen to me. I had explained to her so much that there is no need to get involved in any matter but she is haunted by the ghost of social service. Go to hell with the family. " "It's not like that, mother." "You stop advocating happiness, Muskaan." Sitting on the sofa, Sumitra Singh Rathore is expressing her anger while drinking coffee. Sumitra Singh Rathore is a widow whose husband died a few years ago. Varun and Khushi are twin siblings, followed by Muskaan who is the youngest who is around 23 years old. After his father's departure, Varun took over both business and family at an early age. Since then his focus has been only on his business and his family. "Look brother, mother is taking out Khushi s anger on me." Muskaan says as soon as she sees Varun and hugs him. Varun caresses Muskaan's head and says, "See how I calm down mother's anger." Varun goes and sits next to his mother on the sofa, "What happened mom? Why are you angry?" Sumitra says angrily, "I did not find it right for Khushi to go to Rajasthan like this. Hey, why is she creating trouble for herself by getting involved in someone's case? I explained so much but she did not listen to me. She left us and went away." In your social service." "Mom...Mom...listen... Tomorrow Khushi will be here with us. I am leaving for Rajasthan today itself. I will return with her only." "Are you telling the truth Varun?" "Yes, I promise you. Tomorrow she will be in front of you. Now just smile." A small smile appears on Sumitra's face. On the other hand, in a small orphanage in Rajasthan, a girl is dressing the wounds of some girls. A boy standing leaning against the wall is looking at her very attentively and thinking in his mind, "Khushi, how come you are so nice? How much compassion and care you have for others in your heart, perhaps this is the quality of yours that I love about you." I love you Khushi. Then Khushi's eyes fell on that boy and he became a face. While eating, she says, "Doctor Rohan, if you have come out of your thoughts, then please help us?" "Oh Doctor Khushi! Don't you always get bored of taunting me?" "I am not taunting, Rohan. You came with me forcefully, didn't you? Khushi, take me along with you. I will also help you." Khushi said imitating Rohan. Rohan said irritably, "Enough! There is no need to tease me too much. Now tell me what to do?" "Give this girl a pain killer injection. I have done the rest of the dressing." Suddenly Khushi has a stomach ache. Rohan sees her in pain and says, "What happened? Are you ok?" Controlling her pain, Khushi says, "No, nothing happened. I am fine." She starts her work again. Then a nurse named Riya comes to Khushi, "Doctor Khushi! Some girls want to meet you." "Okay, send them in a little while." Nurse Riya leaves from there and Khushi starts doing some work on her laptop. Suddenly Khushi's phone rings, "Hello, Khushi, I am coming to pick you up. Be ready." "Varun I can't come. I am needed here right now." "I am not asking you Khushi. I am telling you. I am leaving from city Bhopal for state Rajasthan. I will be with you in a few hours. So keep your luggage packed." "Varun are you really coming?" "Yes, I'm really coming. I have a flight in 2 hours." "How can you do this brother? I am needed here. You know, they were sending girls from an orphanage here to Dubai. And the girls who tried to run away or escape were beaten badly. Some goons are selling these innocent orphan girls. Brother, these girls need me. “Khushi, you have helped as much as you could. Now the police will take care of the future.” "but man........" "You are coming with me to Bhopal today itself. The matter is over." "Hello brother? Hello? Hello......" "What happened Khushi? any problem?" Seeing Khushi upset, Rohan said. "My brother, my twin brother is coming to pick me up." Khushi said sadly. "Then refuse him." "Once he takes a decision, he accepts it only after completing it. He doesn't listen to anyone. People say that he is arrogant, ruthless, stubborn, rude. But it is not so. He loves his family very much. Even if someone thinks of hurting him, Rohan, a boy had misbehaved with me. I was angry with him because he couldn't control his anger when it came to his family. Rohan said, "You both are twins, so why do you call him brother?" "Actually he is only 2 minutes older than me. But I consider him my elder brother not because he is 2 minutes older than me but because he is my protector. He always shows authority like an elder brother. From childhood till today. He has been protecting me from every problem. You know, when I get angry with him, I call him Varun." A smile appears on Khushi's face. But the next moment she suddenly starts having pain in her stomach and stands up, holding her stomach. Seeing Khushi's condition, Rohan immediately comes to her and supports her and says, "Khushi, what happened to you? Are you okay? Khushi... Khushi... Open your eyes..."