Masked Love

Promise

Kabir

" didi ap kab karwaoge mera admission uss college mai ? Apne promise kiya tha mujhe ke ap karadoge mera admission waha par—admissions band hone wale hai didi apne abhi tak kuch nahi kiya."

Mahira while cooking breakfast, hiding her tension.

" kabir tension mat lo meri jaan maine kaha na mai kara dungi admission. Aj pakka apka admission hojayega."

Kabir

" pakka promise?"

Mahira

" haan pakka promise. Ab ap saari tension chodkar araam se breakfast karo—maine apka favourite aloo paratha banaya hai."

Kabir happily hugged her.

Thank you thank you so much didi.

Later that day.

Mahira was lost in her tension about kabir's admission—while driving her scooty towards her office and suddenly a car was coming from wrong side which she didn't noticed. And

Boom.

It got crashed with her scooty, the car was not damaged so much but mahira was badly injured and her scooty was damaged as hell too. The person driving the car, despite his fault got down from the car angrily and instead of helping her.

Person.

" dekhke nahi chala sakti ap toh chalati kyu hai ?

Mahira's forehead was bleeding, her arm got badly wounded— Hearing a voice, she blinked her eyes to compose herself and looked towards the person. She was already tensed because of the admission stress and now being injured badly.

She stumbling got up.

" I'm sorry. I was stressed about something maybe that's why I didn't pay attention— I should've been careful, I'm really sorry once again."

And as she was in hurry—she decided to leave but her steps stopped suddenly hearing.

Mihir :

"pakka bigde howe baap ki bigdi howi beti hai. Pata nahi ghar mai kyu nahi bithate aisi laparwa betiyo ko."

Hearing this triggered something emotional and sensitive in mahira. And tears formed in her eyes. Her words stuttered.

" Hum apse sorry keh chuke hai. Ap please humare baba ko beech mai mat laiye."

Mihir.

"Acha.! Aur apko lagta hai apke kehne se hum sunlenge. Hai ap ek bigde howe baa

Thud.

A slap.

Landed straight on his face.

She is not a person who would loose temper easily. She didn't planned to slap him— it was just her unconscious instinct that was distracted by admission stress, her injuries.

A few people had gathered by now, watching the scene quietly, some murmuring.

Mihir stumbled back a step, stunned—not just by the slap but by the sheer audacity of a woman he'd just humiliated moments ago.

His hand slowly touched his cheek, still red and warm from the impact.

Mihir (angrily):

"How dare you! Do you even know who I am?"

Mahira, standing still, her body slightly trembling from the pain, her forehead still bleeding, eyes glistening with unshed tears—yet her voice came out calm but firm, laced with controlled fury.

Mahira:

"I don't care who you are. I just know that no one—no one—has the right to speak about my father like that. The accident has happened between us, so keep it between us—you don't have any right to talk about my father. But you... you crossed a line."

Mihir looked at her, still stunned, rage burning in his eyes—but now mixed with a flicker of shame and surprise. No one had ever spoken back to him like this, let alone slapped him in public.

Onlooker (murmuring):

"Galti us ladke ki hai... aur upar se ladki ko hi sunaa raha hai..."

Mihir clenched his fists and shot her a glare.

Mihir (coldly):

"You'll regret this."

He stormed off to his car, furious but unwilling to create more of a scene.

Mahira stood still for a moment, breathing heavily. Her legs felt weak, her body aching. She glanced at her damaged scooty, the blood trickling down her forehead and arm. But more than that—her mind screamed—

"Kabir's admission!"

Wiping her tears quickly, she immediately stopped a auto.

Mahira stepped out of the auto, limping slightly, her arm still wrapped in gauze. Pain pulsed through her body with every step, but her eyes were fixed on one thing—the envelope. The payment she was about to receive.

Her hard-earned money, saved over months—through every extra shift, every late night, every single sacrifice. It was enough.

Just enough for Kabir's college admission.

She held the envelope tightly against her chest and looked up at the sky.

Mahira (whispering):

"Thank you... Now Kabir's dream will come true."

As she turned to leave, a black luxury car screeched to a halt in front of her.

Her heart dropped.

It was him.

Mihir.

He stepped out with a smug, threatening expression. His driver slammed the car door shut behind him with a thud that echoed loudly in the quiet street.

Mihir (mocking):

"So, madam finally managed to collect the money? Impressive. You must feel so accomplished."

Mahira didn't respond. She tightened her grip on the envelope and tried to walk past him.

But he blocked her path.

Mihir:

"Forgot the price of that slap already? People like you shouldn't be allowed to dream so big."

Mahira (coldly):

"Please step aside."

Mihir (stepping closer):

"Or what? You'll slap me again? No. But you know what might happen?

Mahira ( confused )

Mihir ( smirked )

" What if I accuse you of fraud—how will you defend yourself then?"

Mahira stared at him, stunned.

Mahira:

" fraud?"

Mihir:

"Yes. All it takes is one call—I could have the police here in seconds. And let the police assume where that money of yours came from. And they wouldn't even hve any doubts as—It's far more than your usual salary.

Tears filled Mahira's eyes—not out of fear, but burning anger. She had earned every rupee—worked double shifts, skipped meals, walked for miles just to save transport money. Every single note in that envelope was a piece of her struggle.

But Mihir wasn't after truth.

He wanted revenge.

Mahira (trembling but fierce):

"Lies may run fast... but the truth always wins in the end. For people like you, everything is just a game. But for me, this is a dream. My brother's dream. And I would do anything to fulfil my brother's dream—no matter what. Do whatever you want."

Mihir leaned in, voice low and cold.

Mihir:

"Let's see who wins—your stubbornness, or my power."

He walked off with a twisted smile, dialing someone on his phone as he climbed back into his car.

Mahira's heart was pounding.

She knew—he was going to try everything to stop her. Maybe he'd block her account, maybe call the college, or worse...

But she also knew this:

Life had tested her before—and she had survived. And now also she was determined to do everything to fulfil her brother's all wishes and dreams—like she has always done.