Dil Ke Karib (Early Acess Ch 39)

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Chapter 39 She is coming

The memories of Sobha haunted him—vivid, unrelenting. No matter how hard he tried, they clung to him like smoke. Vikrant clenched his fists, feeling the slow crush of shame and fear pressing down on his chest.

He remembered the first time he saw her.
A wedding in the village. Marigold garlands swayed in the breeze, and laughter filled the courtyard.
Sobha. Munshi Ji’s only daughter. Known for her beauty, yes—but more for her quiet pride and grace.
Her smile had lit up the space, and in that instant, something inside him had shifted. He wanted her—not with love, but with hunger.

From the start, he had only one thought—he had to have her.
Just like the others.
He lured her in—with sweet lies and promises he never meant to keep. Vulnerable girls were always easy prey. He’d done it before—to Nandini, to others. But Sobha... Sobha wasn’t like them.

He was drawn to her—like a moth, not to light, but to fire. And this fire didn’t flicker. It warned, Stay away.

Sobha wasn’t like the others—girls who stayed silent to protect their reputations.
She wasn’t even like Nandini, who slapped him when the truth clawed its way to the surface—raw, undeniable.
Sobha didn’t react. She planned. Strong-willed. Sharp-tongued. Impossible to break.
Sobha didn’t fall for him—she saw right through him. And worse, she saw his weakness. She knew exactly where to strike.

She turned the tables.
He remembered the day she almost exposed him—stood in the temple square, voice rising, ready to tell everyone. His parents. The villagers.
That was the day Vikrant ran.
He fled to the one place she couldn’t follow—his Massi’s house. Rajeev’s house. And fate, cruel and poetic, led him straight to Nandini. Another girl with his shadow on her past.

Nandini had married Rajeev now—his cousin, his host, his shield.
And Vikrant did what he always did.
He used fear. He used silence. He used her past against her.
Whispering threats that sounded like promises.
Anything to keep her from becoming the next Sobha.

But now, Sobha was back.
Not just in memory.
In the flesh.
As his arranged bride.
And Vikrant knew the rope around his neck was tightening. Two women. Two truths. One unraveling lie. The web he’d spun—lie by lie, thread by thread—had begun to tear. And Vikrant could feel it: the edge of exposure, the slow, steady unraveling of everything he had buried.

His karma had finally caught up. Years of using women like playthings, of twisting their love and pain for his own gain—it was all circling back. He could feel it in his chest, heavy and inevitable. And now, for the first time, Vikrant wasn’t angry.
He was afraid.
Because the truth wasn’t a threat anymore.
It was a storm—gathering fast, ready to break.

And Sobha would return—not as a lover, not as a victim, but as judgment.
With truth on her tongue—and the power to burn everything he’d built.

She was not coming to reclaim the past.
She was coming to rewrite it—with his ruin.
And when she did, Vikrant knew—
There would be no place left to run—not from her, and not from the storm he called down himself.

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💌 Author’s Note – Just You and Me Here

Okay, deep breath.

You still with me? Because that chapter… wasn’t just a scene. It was a storm I’ve been holding back for a long time.

Let’s talk, just you and me.

Vikrant.
Yeah, I know. You probably hated being in his head. So did I. Writing him made my skin crawl. But I had to. Because sometimes, to understand the villain, you need to sit in his silence and listen to the rot beneath.

He’s not confused. He’s not lost.
He’s a man who hurt. Lied. Used.
And now?
He’s about to meet the one woman he should have feared all along.

Sobha.

Not your broken heroine. Not a girl with weepy eyes and shaking hands.
She’s not coming back for closure.
She’s coming back with a storm tucked in her sari pleats, and truth sharpened like a blade behind her calm.

She’s not here to be chosen.
She’s here to choose how he falls.

I want you to feel the weight of that.
Because too often, stories let men like Vikrant walk away.
Not this time.

This time, she returns.
Not as his bride.
Not as his past.
But as his reckoning.

So yeah… if you’re shaking a little, good. You’re feeling what I felt writing this.

And if you’re already whispering “burn it all down, Sobha”—
Buckle up, because the fire’s just getting started.

Tell me in the comments—
Are you ready to watch him crumble? Or were you already cheering when she stepped into his memory like a warning?

I’m listening.
Always.

With truth, rage, and just a little grace,
Dil Ke Karib by— Shaar Shree 💫
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