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Raju ban gya gentle man 
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Main to reply de raha hu tumhari baat ka?Raju ban gya gentle man
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EPISODE 10 — The Things We Don’t Forget
2:38 AM.Arnav ko neend nahi aa rahi thi.
Room dark tha, bas balcony se city lights aa rahi thi. Table par open notebook, pen uncapped, par blank page untouched.
Uska dimaag baar baar ek hi chehre par atak raha tha.
Anamika.
Uska calm face.
Uski controlled voice.
Uski aankhon mein woh ajeeb sa stillness.
Arnav ne khud se poocha — kya woh sach mein itni composed hai?
Ya woh sirf practice karti hai?
Phone screen glow hua.
Message from Anamika.
Private preview tomorrow. No press. Come if you’re curious.
Curious.
Woh word ajeeb laga.
Jaise invitation nahi, challenge ho.
Arnav ne reply nahi kiya.
Par woh jaane wala tha.
Next evening.
Gallery almost empty thi.
Soft yellow lights. Concrete walls. Paintings distorted — broken silhouettes, overlapping shadows, muted reds.
Anamika center mein khadi thi.
Black silk shirt. Hair open tonight. No heavy makeup.
Less public. More personal.
She noticed him immediately.
“You came.”
“I was curious.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“That’s a dangerous trait.”
“Why?”
“Because curiosity leads to attachment.”
Woh usko dekh rahi thi — seedha, bina blink kiye.
Uncomfortable nahi.
Intentional.
“You look at things like you’re trying to understand them,” she said.
“It’s my job.”
She shook her head.
“No. It’s not professional. It’s personal.”
Pause.
She walked toward a painting — ek female figure jo do opposite directions mein shadow cast kar rahi thi.
“What do you see?” she asked.
“Division,” Arnav said.
“Between?”
“Who she is. And who she was made to be.”
Anamika’s lips curved faintly.
“Made to be,” she repeated softly.
Phir woh uski taraf turn hui.
Her eyes lingered.
“Your eyes seem familiar.”
Arnav still ho gaya.
“Have we met before?”
“No.”
She stepped closer.
“It’s not memory of meeting you.”
Pause.
“It’s memory of being watched without judgment.”
Something shifted.
Arnav ne kuch reply nahi kiya.
Kabhi kabhi silence hi safest answer hota hai.
Assistant ne quietly approach karke kuch whisper kiya.
Anamika ne bas nod kiya.
“Walk with me,” she said.
Parking lot quiet tha.
She unlocked her car.
Door open karte hi woh ruk gayi.
Seat par ek red ribbon neatly folded rakhi thi.
Neither dramatic. Nor messy.
Just… placed.
Arnav immediately alert ho gaya.
“Don’t touch it.”
Anamika ne uski taraf dekha.
“I’m not fragile.”
Phir woh tissue se ribbon uthati hai.
Hands steady.
Par uski breathing slightly uneven.
Arnav ne notice kiya.
“Does this mean something?” he asked softly.
She stared at ribbon.
“Everything means something.”
“From your past?”
She didn’t answer directly.
Instead:
“Some memories don’t knock. They let themselves in.”
Wind halka sa move karta hai uske baal.
She looks at him.
“You’re worried.”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“Yes.”
She studies his face carefully.
Jaise confirm kar rahi ho ke yeh sach hai.
Then quietly:
“That’s new.”
Lift ride silent thi.
Mirrored walls mein dono ke reflections side by side.
Anamika suddenly poochti hai:
“Do you pity me?”
“No.”
Immediate.
She watches him through reflection.
“Good.”
Pause.
“I don’t like being pitied.”
Lift open.
Apartment dimly lit hai.
Sirf ek lamp on.
Warm glow.
She places ribbon on coffee table.
Not dramatically.
Bas rakh deti hai.
Arnav khada rehta hai.
“You can sit,” she says.
He sits.
She window ke paas jaake khadi ho jati hai.
City below glitter kar rahi hai.
“People think trauma makes you fragile,” she says quietly.
“It doesn’t.”
Arnav waits.
“It makes you selective.”
“Selective about what?”
She turns.
“Who gets to see it.”
Silence heavy ho jata hai.
Arnav softly poochta hai:
“Are you afraid?”
She smiles faintly.
“I don’t do fear.”
Pause.
“I do control.”
She walks closer.
Stops in front of him.
“You look like you want to fix something.”
“I don’t fix people.”
“Good.”
Beat.
“I don’t need fixing.”
She sits opposite him now.
Legs crossed.
Eyes sharp.
“Tell me something,” she says.
“Did anyone ever teach you how to survive?”
Arnav taken aback.
“No.”
She nods slightly.
“Some of us are trained young.”
He looks at ribbon.
“By who?”
Her expression doesn’t change.
“By whoever benefits from your silence.”
That line hangs.
Not angry.
Not sad.
Just factual.
She leans back.
“You’re thinking too much.”
“About what?”
“About me.”
Arnav doesn’t deny.
She tilts her head.
“That’s dangerous.”
“For who?”
“For you.”
Silence stretches.
Charged. Quiet.
Then suddenly —
She reaches forward and picks up ribbon.
Wraps it once around her wrist.
Not tight.
Just resting.
“See?” she says calmly.
“It doesn’t control me.”
But her fingers tighten slightly.
Almost unconsciously.
Arnav notices.
Doesn’t comment.
Instead he says softly:
“You don’t have to prove anything.”
That line hits differently.
For a split second —
Her eyes lose sharpness.
Something younger flashes.
Gone quickly.
“You’re not like the others,” she says.
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s bothering me.”
“Why?”
She stands.
Walks closer.
So close ke unki breathing mix ho jati hai.
“Because you’re not afraid of me.”
Beat.
“You’re afraid for me.”
Air shifts.
Arnav’s voice lower now.
“Does that scare you?”
She holds his gaze.
Long.
Then quietly:
“Yes.”
Honest.
Small.
Real.
She steps back immediately after.
Mask sliding back in place.
“I don’t like needing people.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
She watches him.
“Then what are you doing?”
“I’m staying.”
Silence.
Heavy.
She looks away first.
Softly:
“Don’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if you stay… I might get used to it.”
That’s the crack.
Not dramatic.
Not loud.
Human.
Arnav stands slowly.
Moves beside her near the window.
Not touching.
Just there.
“Then don’t get used to it,” he says quietly.
“Just don’t push it away.”
City lights flicker below.
Ribbon still around her wrist.
For the first time —
It doesn’t feel like a threat.
It feels like something unfinished.
She glances at him.
“And if I push you away?”
“I’ll decide what to do then.”
That answer surprises her.
She studies him carefully.
Then whispers:
“You’re stubborn.”
“Occupational hazard.”
A faint smile escapes her.
Genuine.
Small.
And then it’s gone.
She removes ribbon slowly.
Places it back on table.
Not as a weapon.
Not as a symbol.
Just as something that exists.
“Stay,” she says softly.
This time not challenging.
Not testing.
Just asking.
Arnav doesn’t reply.
He just sits back down.
And for once —
Neither of them tries to dissect the silence.
They just sit inside it.
Together.
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Nice ones Raghvi.. finally likhna start to kiya dobara se.. excited to see how it unfolds..
Keep writing
EPISODE 9-Inheritance of Silence
Ek aur case...
Ek aur murder..
Ek aur victim..
Ek aur investigation
Isi liye to ye arnav end me khud victim ban gayla hai..
Well, is update me ek baat ye clear hui ki koi third person anamika ki story se inspire ho kar ye sab kar raha hai...but pattern/style aisa hai ki apne khilaf koi clue nahi chhod raha..intersting
Narration/dialogue ki zarurat nahi thi kyoki silence ne already...ya ye kahe usse better sab kuch feel karwa diya...what a wonderful creation
Arnav ka ek baar fir se anamika darling se saamna hua but same situation rahi jaisi first mulakaat par thi. Wahi attitude, wahi control, wahi behaviour..jisne ek baar fir se arnav ko thoda vichlit kiya. Dono ke bich ki conversation best thi
Press walo chillate raho laudo...apan ki Anamika darling ko ghanta fark nahi padne wala....
Ab apan ye jaanne ke liye curious hai ki kaun hai wo jhathuha jo apan ki darling ko badnam karne par tula hai
Overall, update was amazing as always. Brilliant writing...keep it up dear
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