mysterious revenge: An Impossible love story

Ravi's voice was laced with conviction as he said, "Yes, this is Ayan Ob-Roy." 🤯

Harleen's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly got up and rushed to Ayan's office. As she was about to enter, Vivan appeared out of nowhere, his eyes narrowing slightly. 😬

"Harleen, what are you doing here?" Vivan asked, his voice calm and collected. 🤔

Harleen's eyes flashed with anger. "Call Ayan Ob-Roy," she demanded, her voice firm. 💁‍♀️

Vivan's expression turned curious. "Do you know him?" 🤔

Harleen's face twisted in a scowl. "Maybe I should call him by his other name... Mahir." 😏

Vivan's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly grabbed Harleen's hand, pulling her away from the office. "Let's go," he said, his voice firm. 👊

Harleen struggled against him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Where are you taking me? Let me go!" 🚫

Vivan dragged her to the car and pushed her inside. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice cold and detached. ❄️

Harleen's eyes flashed with anger as she tried to open the door, but it was locked. "You can't keep me here!" she shouted. 🚪

Vivan's expression remained unyielding. "Your friend Roshni is in love with Mahir, but he's deceiving her. Does he even have a heart?" ❤️

Harleen's eyes blazed with fury as she grabbed Vivan's collar. "Answer me!" she demanded. 😤

Vivan and Harleen locked eyes, the tension between them palpable. 🔥

As Vivan drove the car, Harleen's anger turned to desperation. "Where are you taking me? Let me go!" she shouted. 🚗

Vivan's expression remained calm. "You'll see," he said, his voice firm. 👊

Harleen's eyes flashed with anger. "This is ridiculous! I'll jump out of the car!" she shouted. 🚨

Vivan's expression turned amused. "Go ahead and try," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. 😏

Harleen tried to open the door, but it was locked. "You can't keep me here!" she shouted. 🚪

Vivan's expression remained unyielding. "The door is locked. You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice firm. 🔒

Harleen's anger turned to despair as she realized she was trapped. 😔

"Ayan is deceiving Roshni! She's in love with ayan, and Ayan is playing with her feelings! Dis Ayan even have a heart?" Harleen shouted, her eyes blazing with fury. ❤️ Here's the scene in novel-type language:

Harleen's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Vivan. "Answer me!" she demanded, her voice low and menacing.

Vivan's expression remained impassive, his eyes fixed on hers with an unnerving intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't even breathe. It was as if he had turned to stone, leaving Harleen to seethe with frustration.

Yeh raha ek lamba novel-style translation:

Harleen's eyes blazed with fury as she grasped Vivan's collar, her fingers digging deep into the fabric. "Reply to me!" she demanded, her voice low and menacing. 😤

Vivan's expression remained impassive, his eyes fixed on hers with an unnerving intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't even breathe. It was as if he had turned to stone, leaving Harleen to seethe with frustration. 🗿️

The air was thick with tension as they locked eyes, the silence between them palpable. Harleen's anger boiled over, her face burning with rage. She took a step closer to Vivan, her fists clenched at her sides. "You owe me an explanation!" she spat. 💁‍♀️

But Vivan remained silent, his lips sealed in a firm line. He didn't even acknowledge her words, didn't even nod or shake his head. It was as if he had decided to ignore her, to pretend she didn't exist. 🙅‍♂️

Suddenly, Vivan's expression changed, and he reached out to grasp Harleen's hand. He pulled her out of the car and led her to his house, opening the door 🚪 and pushing her inside. Harleen stumbled, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. 🌑

Vivan led her to his painting 🎨 gallery, the walls lined with vibrant colors and bold strokes. He pushed her inside and locked the door 🚪 behind her, the sound echoing through the room. 🔒

Harleen pounded on the door, her fists clenched in frustration. "Open the door!" she shouted. "Let me out! You can't keep me here!" 🚨

Vivan's voice was calm and detached as he replied, "There are no windows here. You can't escape, and you can't break the door. You'll stay here until I come back." 🗣️

Harleen's anger boiled over, her face burning with rage. She shouted and pounded on the door, but Vivan was gone, leaving her trapped and alone. 😤

She slumped against the door, her eyes welling up with tears.

Vivan called Ayan, his voice low and urgent. "I have Harleen," he said. "She knows about Mahir. What do I do?" 📞

Ayan's voice was calm and collected. "Don't let her go until I get there.

Vivan nodded, even though Ayan couldn't see him. "I'll keep her here. But what about Roshni? She's Harleen's best friend." 🤔

Vivan nodded, even though Ayan couldn't see him. "I'll keep her here. But what about Roshni? She's Harleen's best friend." 🤔

Ayan's voice turned cold. "I have a plan" let's talk when I come back.

Vivan stepped out of the house, leaving Harleen trapped and alone. He took a deep breath, the cool evening air filling his lungs as he walked to his office. 🌃

As he sat at his desk, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Harleen's words kept echoing in his mind, her accusations and anger stirring up emotions.

But he pushed aside his feelings and focused on his work, determined to distract himself from the turmoil brewing inside. He worked tirelessly, his mind racing with thoughts and ideas as he tackled each task with precision and skill. 💼

As the hours passed, the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city. Vivan finally finished his work and packed up his things, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. 🌅

He walked out of the office, the cool evening air enveloping him once again. He decided to stop by a restaurant on his way home, ordering a steaming hot plate of biryani 🍽️ to take back with him.

As soon as Vivan left, the door 🚪 of the painting gallery creaked open. "Harleen, where are you?" he called out, his voice echoing through the room.

Harleen sprang into action, dashing towards the door with a speed that belied her earlier fatigue. Vivan's eyes narrowed as he watched her flee, his long strides easily keeping pace with her frantic dash.

The chase was on, with Harleen dashing through the trees 🌴, her feet pounding the earth in a desperate bid for freedom. Vivan hotly pursued her, his eyes fixed intently on her fleeing form.

Harleen's heart pounded in her chest as she ran, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could hear Vivan's footsteps behind her, his breathing steady and controlled.

Just as Harleen thought she'd escaped, she darted behind a tree 🌴, hoping to lose Vivan in the darkness. But Vivan was relentless, his eyes scanning the shadows until he spotted Harleen's hiding place.

With a swift motion, Vivan pounced, his hands grasping for Harleen's wrists. But Harleen was too quick, dodging his grasp and making a run for it.

As she emerged from behind the tree, Harleen was confronted with a group of rough-looking men, their eyes gleaming with malice. Harleen's heart skipped a beat as she realized she was surrounded.

The men closed in, their hands grasping for her like claws. Harleen's eyes widened in terror as she realized she was trapped.

One of the men lunged at her, a glinting knife 🔪 flashing in the moonlight. Harleen's instincts kicked in, and she slapped the man's face, sending him stumbling back.

But there were too many of them, and Harleen soon found herself overwhelmed. Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure burst onto the scene, his eyes blazing with fury.

Vivan grabbed the wrist of the man wielding the knife, his grip like a vice. Harleen watched in stunned amazement as Vivan deftly disarmed the man, the knife clattering harmlessly to the ground.

But the danger was far from over. Another attacker emerged from the shadows, a cruel smile spreading across his face. Vivan's eyes locked onto the man, his gaze burning with intensity.

In slow motion, the man lunged at Harleen, his knife flashing in the moonlight. Vivan reacted instinctively, grabbing the man's wrist and holding it in a tight grip.

Yeh raha ek lamba novel-style translation:

Harleen's eyes locked onto Vivan's, her gaze searching for answers. Vivan's eyes, in turn, were fixed intently on hers, his expression a mask of concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Harleen nodded, still in shock. But before she could respond, a figure emerged from the shadows, a glinting knife 🔪 flashing in the moonlight.

In slow motion, Vivan reacted, his body moving swiftly to shield Harleen from harm. He pulled her into his arms, his hand reaching out to intercept the knife.

The blade sliced through the air, heading straight for Harleen's heart. But Vivan was there, his hand reaching out to deflect the blow. The knife bit deep into his palm, and a crimson flow of blood erupted from the wound.

Harleen's eyes widened in horror as she stared at Vivan's injured hand. "Vivan!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear.

Vivan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. He pulled her close, his hand wrapping around her wrist like a vice.

Without a word, Vivan turned and fled, Harleen in tow. They stumbled through the trees, their hearts pounding in unison.

As they emerged from the darkness, Harleen saw Roshni standing beside a tree 🌲, a look of concern etched on her face. Vivan swept Harleen into his arms and carried her towards Roshni.

They locked eyes on each other, a silent understanding passing between them. Vivan set Harleen down, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered, his voice full of reassurance.

Harleen nodded, still in shock. Vivan took her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers like a vice.

As they walked, Harleen felt a sense of safety wash over her. She knew that Vivan would protect her, no matter what.

But as they reached Vivan's house, Harleen's fears returned. "Let me go," she pleaded, trying to wriggle free from Vivan's grasp.

Vivan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "I won't let you go," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

Harleen's eyes flashed with anger. "You can't keep me here," she spat.

Vivan's expression remained calm. "I can, and I will," he replied, his voice firm.

Without another word, Vivan swept Harleen into his arms and carried her to his dining room. He set her down in a chair, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Eat," he commanded, his voice firm.

Harleen shook her head, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I won't," she spat.

Vivan's expression remained calm. He reached out and grasped Harleen's wrist, his fingers wrapping around hers like a vice.

Without a word, Vivan began to feed Harleen, his hands moving swiftly and surely. Harleen struggled and kicked, but Vivan held her firm.

As they ate, Harleen felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She was trapped, and she knew it.

But as she looked into Vivan's eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. It was a glimmer of emotion, a spark of feeling that she hadn't seen before.

And in that moment, Harleen knew that she was in trouble. She was in trouble, and she didn't know how to get out, then vivan leave her behind and go to his room.