She looked up, her kohl-lined eyes finally brave. “What if I don’t want you to stop, Kabir? What if this ‘Kachi Kali’ wants to be plucked… only by you?” Author’s Note: Should I continue Part 2? ❤️ or 👎 Drop a 🌹 in the comments if you want to see Kabir confess to the brother!

“Bhai sahab aren’t home,” she whispered, her voice trembling like the jasmine petals in her hair.

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The old neem tree cast long shadows over the courtyard. Anaya, clutching her dupatta against the evening chill, didn't need to turn around. She knew those footsteps.

“Then let him kill me,” Kabir took a step forward. The line vanished. “Because living as your bhai’s friend while you marry some stranger? That is a death worse than any bullet.”