Meera's eyelids drooped heavily as she collapsed onto her bed, her limbs weighted with exhaustion from the day's events. The soft tendrils of sleep began to weave around her, pulling her deeper into its comforting embrace.

Outside her window, the moon cast an eerie glow, illuminating the scene with an otherworldly light. In the dimness, figures moved stealthily, their intentions veiled in secrecy. Within the confines of her own home, danger lurked like a silent predator, its presence palpable yet unseen.

Meera's breathing slowed, the rhythmic cadence of her sleep a stark contrast to the tension that hung thick in the air. Shadows flitted across the walls, their movements almost imperceptible, as if they were but figments of her dreaming mind.

But as Meera succumbed to the depths of slumber, the danger around her only grew, creeping ever closer with each passing moment. Unaware of the peril that surrounded her, she drifted further into the realm of dreams, oblivious to the sinister forces that lay in wait just beyond her grasp.

"Do it" Someone ordered.

As one of the men approached the sleeping Meera, his footsteps muffled by the silence of the room, he stealthily reached out and pressed a white cloth against her nose. Meera's peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted as she jerked awake, her eyes widening in alarm. Instinctively, she attempted to resist, but the man's strength overwhelmed her petite form, holding her firmly in place despite her struggles. The disparity in physical power between them was stark, leaving Meera feeling vulnerable and powerless in the face of the unexpected threat.

As Meera's resistance waned and her consciousness faded, the last images etched in her mind were those of her uncle and father standing in her room, their faces contorted with a mixture of rage and disgust. Confusion and terror gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the betrayal lurking behind their familiar expressions. The realization that those she trusted most were involved in her perilous situation sent shockwaves of disbelief through her, leaving her feeling utterly alone and vulnerable in the face of impending danger.

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"D-Dad, please don't do this to me," she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Pl-please don't kill me... please... I will go away from here to bhai, please."

Meera's voice trembled with fear and desperation as she pleaded with her father, her words choked with tears and anguish. The sight of the men digging a hole filled her with dread, the grim reality of her fate looming closer with each passing moment. Despite the hopelessness of her situation, she clung to the faint possibility of mercy, begging her father and uncle to spare her life.

Her pleas echoed in the chilling silence of the forest, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. With her hands and feet bound, she was rendered helpless, her every instinct screaming for escape even as she faced the harsh reality of her impending fate. In the face of unimaginable horror, Meera clung to a fragile thread of hope, praying for a reprieve from the cruel destiny that awaited her.

As Adhiraj stood in the midst of the dark forest, surrounded by the eerie silence of the night, he exuded an air of calculated composure. Despite the desolate location and the gravity of the situation, he remained unhurried, his confidence stemming from the knowledge that they were on his private property, shielded from prying eyes and unwanted intrusions.

In the dense shadows of the forest, where the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the faint whisper of the wind, Adhiraj felt a sense of control that emboldened him. He knew that their isolation afforded him the opportunity to proceed without fear of interference, his actions shielded by the veil of secrecy that cloaked his family's land.

With a chilling calmness, Adhiraj surveyed his surroundings, his gaze unwavering as he prepared to carry out his sinister intentions. In this secluded realm, where the rules of society held no sway, he felt empowered to act with impunity, heedless of the screams that might echo through the night. It was his domain, and within its dark embrace, he wielded absolute authority over the fate of those who dared to cross his path.

"Shut up, you shameless girl," Adhiraj's voice cut through the darkness like a blade, dripping with contempt. Meera recoiled at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as fear gripped her soul. The venom in his tone paralyzed her, leaving her trembling in terror.

"You have brought this upon yourself," he spat, his words laced with malice. Meera's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling with disbelief and horror at the depth of his cruelty. She had never imagined that her own flesh and blood could harbor such darkness within.

"I was about to search for you and that loverboy of yours in a few days," Adhiraj continued, his voice dripping with menace, "and then kill you both together. But no worries. I am going to find him and send him to you soon."

Meera's blood ran cold as his words sank in, the realization of her impending doom sending a shiver down her spine. In that moment, she understood the full extent of Adhiraj's twisted intentions, and she knew that escape was futile in the face of his relentless pursuit.

She couldn't imagine that the man who had once protected her with his life was now himself pushing her to her death.

"P-please d-dad it-it's not true. I s-swear dad pl-please listen to me, ch-chachaji pl-please atleast you listen to me." Meera cried furiously
As she struggled in the man's grip.

How heartless her father and uncle could be she realized. She had only heard about them being so ruthless and today she saw it from her very own eyes.

"Bury her" saying that Adhiraj and his brother Sartaj left from the place leaving meera sobbing and screaming for them to come back.

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Meera's POV

"Let's finish this already. I am too tired" The men said and forced me inside the coffin.

The cruelty that they were bestowing on me had killed me from within already.

What was my fault in all of this that my own family, my own father is punishing me for a crime that I didn't even commit. He didn't even bother to listen to me.

How could he be so cruel to his own blood.

I was inside the coffin already. It was getting hard to breathe. I could feel the coffin gettinf lifted and then finally a thud. They had place me inside the hole they had dug for me.

I was beyond terrified when i heard the sound of soil being pushed on the coffin. I cried out in terror and very i felt i couldn't even speak.

Soon i could feel my body was getting numb, the lack of oxygen made it too difficult for me to speak a word. Soon i felt slipping into darkness may be just may be this is happening for the good. May this was my fate. A cruel tragic fate. I hope i get rid of this pain soon.

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"Fuck ... Meera... Lakshya get me some water" voice, familiar voice but too distant. My throat was too dry to even speak a single word.

I felt something on my lips. It was water i drank it. I tried to open my eyes but i couldn't. I could feel someone had held me. Was it god. Am i dead. Is he here to take me to the afterlife. If i complain to him would he give me justice.

"Meera open your eyes" I could feel a hand patting my cheek lightly. I tried to follow the command but I couldn't.

"Damn it" The voice grew helpless. I felt myself getting lifted. Someone was carrying me somewhere. Where were they taking me? To hell or to heaven.

"Lakshya open the car" the voice seemed to go distant and distant. Soon i felt darkness overtaking me again.

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"Don't worry she will be fine."

"Ok"

"Why did you call Vardhaan? He called me and said that he is coming here as well"

"You don't have to know that"

"Fine. Whatever give these medicines to her once she eats something and this one in the night"

Two different voices were all i could hear before i slipped back to unconsciousness again.