Chapter 1

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Dilan's haveli is glowing with jugnus.

Not fairy lights, but real jugnus.

The only benefit of being in the village is that you can feel nature's wonderful creation around you, without any mix of artificial things.

So, in the beautiful sukoon breeze after a heated summer day,

Vinayakpuram is glowing with stars and jugnus, and a peaceful breeze...

Inside the numerous havelis,

Sat Sneha...

Dilan is sitting with a cup of coffee,

Regal and beautiful as always,

Clad in white silk.

Sneha's hands work gently on Dania's hair...

No, she wasn't oiling her hair...

She is just giving her a massage,

Because Dania is feeling a little headache,

But more than that, she is feeling uneasy in her belly, so uncomfortable...

Dania Malik,

The epitome of beauty,

She is the carbon copy of her father.

Only her eyes are purple, like Noor's...

But her facial features are the same as Dawood's...

That pale white skin...

Raven black hair till her waist...

Smooth like silk...

Her face full of innocence,

Just like any other 18year-old...

Vampire beatuy

But unfortunately...

This beautiful girl is not normal...

She didn't only inherit Dawood's beauty, but his delays as well.

Her mind is way behind her age.

She is a child... mentally...

But unlike Dawood and Daraksh,

She is not dealing with any trauma...

It's just that her mind's development doesn't match her age.

And much to Noor and Dawood's misery,

They got to know about her delays really late...

As a female, her symptoms weren't visible early on...

And even running a good hospital, Noor is unable to treat her own daughter...

Doctors and medical science say her delays are incurable,

But that mother in Noor is doing everything to make her daughter normal...

Sometimes she cries in front of Allah Ta'ala, asking why Allah gave her such beauty when her mind didn't develop enough.

Dania's symptoms took time to become visible...

Her age is 18, but mentally she is just child,

Her body is growing according to her age, fresh and ethereal, but her mind is not cooperating...

"Dard ho raha hai..." Dania's beautiful voice turns Dilan and Sneha's attention fully to her.

"Meri jaan... mana kiya tha na junk food khane ko," Dilan scolds her a little.

She pouts...

Every summer break, Dania spends in Vinayakpuram.

"Sneha, aap black coffee bana laayein, gastation hoga toh raahat milegi," Dilan says.

Sneha nods.

But before Sneha could stand up,

Dania asks, looking at Sneha,

"Dakshu kab aayenge?" she asks, blinking those big purple eyes.

Sneha looked at Dilan.

Then said, kissing her hair, "Aajyega jaldi... aap black coffee piye."

Dania's face dulled hearing this.

It's her 4th day in Vinayakpuram, but as usual, her Dakshu is not playing with her like before. He went to college.

She knows Lucknow is far from here, but still, his behavior hurts her innocent heart.

And as she feels tremendous pain in her belly, she wants her Dakshu to comfort her.

But guess what? It's 10 at night and he's still not home.

Yes, we are not ready to normalize it, but people like Dania can also feel attachment and love towards others like any other human being.

It's just their brain which works slow, but their heart? It works according to the body.

But society is not ready to accept dania's type of people, without any Deep knowledge,society declare than abnormal and think they can't feel emotions, but that's a complete lie,

Because people like dania can also fall in love and feel attraction towards other they are not hard to love, they just need someone to reciprocate those innocent feelings without any lust and personal motto...

But unfortunately societies so call nobel vultures are already to hunt this innocent woman, just to feed they're lust,

And parents of such children become extremely strict for they're safety, so deeply that parents forget that they're special children can feel emotions as well , they are not robots, they fell in love as well...

As Sneha brought coffee, Dania took it with a scowl.

That's when Dhartavya, Sneha's firstborn, came.

"Maa.. why aren't Daksh and Chhote Malik home yet?" he asked worriedly.

He is a simple village man, good looking of course, but too simple and desi, who clearly knows that they are servants.

But his younger brother Daksh? He didn't follow those barriers. He befriended Rudraksh Rathore.

"Aajyega beta," Sneha said. Tension was visible on his face.

"Aapne phone kiya?" he asked.

Dania gave him a smile. She has known him since childhood-this brooding man with tan skin. Her dharu bhaiyya..

"Dhartavya beta, don't be so worried, aate hi honge" this time,Dilan said, putting her cup aside.

He nodded.

"Ji Begum Sahiba..."

"Kitni dafa kaha hai, call me Badi Maa, not Begum Sahiba," she scolded him.

Dania controlled her smile, but the ache in her belly was making her vulnerable.

"Maaf kar dijiye," he apologized.

"Dharu Bhaiyya... mujhe Jugnu dekhna hai," she said, standing up.

"Bhaiyya ki jaan bahot raat ho gayi hai, itni raat ko khet jana behtar nahi hai, hum kal chalege, abhi angan me jugnu dekh lo " he said.

She wanted to protest but stopped feeling pain in her belly.

Just then, Dilan's phone buzzed.

She excused herself seeing Noor calling, not before telling Dania to go rest in her room.

Sneha also went to her room.

Dhartavya bid good night.

But Dania?

She didn't go to her room. She sat waiting for her Dakshu.

Tonight she will talk to him.

He promised her to take her to Bara Imam Bada.

He promised to take her to Agra fort, she is so excited for that visit...

Dania's belly was burning in pain; she was feeling slight fever as well but sat waiting for her Dakshu.

It's around 11 when she heard a horn.

Her eyes lit up...

But her pain and slight fever made her uncomfortable.

She was feeling unbearable pain in her chest, more like her bosom.

Within minutes, he came.

Seeing her sitting in the hall made him confused.

"Dania... aap soyi nahi abhi tak?" he asked, walking close to her.

She shook her head.

"Aapka wait kar rahi thi, hum ghumne jaane wale the," she said innocently.

He took a deep breath...

Guilt filled his senses.

"Hum kal pakka chalege Dania, aaj thoda busy tha," he said.

"Pakka?" she asked with hopeful eyes.

"Pakka," he replied.

Dania excitedly pecked his lips.

As her lips touched his, he felt a shiver down his body.

But as he felt her hand on his neck, he frowned.

Why is her temperature so high?

He took her hand and found her temperature slightly high.

Then he placed his hand on her neck, checking her temperature by the back of his palm.

She leaned on his touch, looking at his beautiful face.

With full concentration and worry, he checked her temperature.

His hand gentle.

"Dani... aapko fever hai?" he asked.

"Nahi," she shook her head.

"Fever hai, Dani... come, take rest," he said, taking her to her room.

"Dakshu..." she said, feeling uncomfortable between her legs.

Her belly felt like a thousand needles stabbing her skin.

Her pain was so unbearable that her eyes filled with tears.

As they entered her room, his heart clenched seeing her eyes full of tears.

"Dani... kyon ro rahi ho?" he asked, wiping her tears.

"Dard ho raha hai..." she mumbled, sniffing.

"Kahan dard ho raha hai? Batao mujhe," he asked worriedly.

"Yahan..." she held her abdomen and looked into his eyes.

"Pet mein dard ho raha hai? Kya utpatang khaya hai aapne?" he asked, worried.

"Kuch nahi..." she mumbled, clenching her belly.

His eyes trailed.

Then, without any hesitation, he caressed her abdomen but frowned feeling dampness on her pant as he roam his hand to find something unusual,

Her lips wobbled because now the pain was unbearable.

Her, eyes filled with pain.

He took his hand to his nose and smelled it.

His breath knocked.

Because that was blood.

His little Dani was bleeding.

For the first time...

She was embracing womanhood.

"Dukh raha hai, Dakshu..." she said with tearful eyes.

He held her face and wiped her tears.

"Thik ho jayega," he said.

"Come, let me help you," he said, taking her to the bathroom.

He should have called his mother, but calling his mother meant his father would know about it.

And his possessive side was not ready to discuss such a personal thing about his Dani with another man.

He could deal with this.

Like an obedient one, she followed him with wobbly lips and tearful eyes.

"Idhar hi rukna, aap..." he said, walking out to bring her clothes.

He always addressed her with "aap," even with the age gap of 8 years.

He brought her clothes...

Opening a few cabinets in the bathroom, he finally found sanitary napkins.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Helping you, Zindagi," he said, wiping her tears again.

She nodded and stood like an obedient child.

Her bosom was aching badly.

All this uneasiness was new to her.

"Now I'll attach a pad in your panty..."

She nodded, not understanding anything.

As he did the process, she stood clutching her belly.

"Now... clean yourself and change into new clothes, okay? I am waiting outside," he caressed her cheek.

She nodded.

He came out of the bathroom and stood waiting for her to come back.

But his heart stopped beating hearing her cry.

He rushed inside without thinking.

And his heart bled seeing her shivering.

Her pant was gone.

Blood trailing down her thighs while her body was shivering with pain and fear.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, wiping her tears.

"I... I... I am bleeding... I will di... die," she stuttered.

He understood her fear and held her face.

Looking into her beautiful purple eyes filled with tears while her lips wobbled.

"Dani... it's natural, it's a sign of your womanhood," he explained.

"But it's hurting..." she cried.

"Meri zindagi... come, let me help you," he said, wiping her tears.

She nodded.

Her mother had taught her right and wrong touch really well.

But with her Dakshu, everything felt right.

Ever so gently, he sat her on the marble slab.

"Darna nahi, okay?" he reassured her.

She nodded.

With gentle hands, he parted her legs.

His eyes fell on her little flower drenched in blood.

He took the hand shower, holding it near her flower,

He turned on the faucet.

She shivered feeling water spray there.

As water met with blood, her skin started cleaning, messing the slab.

He looked into her eyes and took his hand to her vagina, cleaning her slit, parting those petals.

He cleaned the blood completely.

She remained silent as the warm water helped a little.

Helping her with clothes, he took her to the room.

Clad in midnight blue silk pajamas and a button shirt.

Her eyes still red from crying.

Her innocent mind was fearing that she'd die.

"Come, lay there..." he guided her.

As she lay clutching her belly, she looked at her Dakshu and said,

"Dakshu... it's hurting really bad."

His heart bled..

He sat near her feet and with gentle touch started massaging her calves.

While she lay pouting in pain,

He so wanted to go and bring a hot water bag, but Vinayakpuram is asleep this hour...

So, to soothe her pain, he massaged her feet.

She looked at him.

He looked tired.

His white shirt creased while his hair was messy.

She didn't even ask if he had eaten.

Feeling guilty, she asked, looking at him, "Aapne khana nahi khaya na, Dakshu?"

He tilted his face and smiled tiredly.

"Kha liya tha... ek party," he replied truthfully.

"Aapne khaya?" he asked.

"Hm..." she nodded.

"Are you sure I will not die, Dakshu?" she asked.

"Zindagi, why would you die? It's the most common thing... don't be stupid," he scolded her a little.

Because the mere thought of her leaving him forever was unsettling.

"Dard kam hua?" he asked, massaging her leg.

She shook her head.

He could feel slight fever as well.

But he restrained himself from giving her medicine.

She already had so many medicines to take.

"Dakshu... yahan bahot dard ho raha hai aur yahan bhi," she said, holding her bosom and gesturing towards her lower abdomen.

"Zindagi... it will be alright," he said.

"But it's hurting... please do something, leave my leg and massage me here," she said.

He stared at her for a few minutes.

"I can..." before he could complete, she cried, holding her abdomen.

"Please..." she pleaded.

He wanted to deny, but her condition was not good.

He immediately walked to her and lay beside her.

"Thik ho jayega, Dani," he said.

"I think I will die... blood is coming from my private part," she cried again.

"Shh... jaana... you won't die... it's really common," he caressed her face, this time he didn't scold her...

"My whole body is aching..." she complained.

He caressed her face.

"Kaafi raat ho gayi hai, jaan... is waqt medical nahi khula hoga," he explained, thinking about a hot water bag.

She nodded, not understanding.

"Dakshu..." after a few minutes she said.

"Yahan dard ho raha hai," she complained about her bosom again..

He gulped, looking into her eyes.

"Why are they hurting? Mujhe heart attack aane wala hai na?" she asked innocently.

He smiled.

"Nahi Dani... aapke periods ki wajah se hai," he explained.

"Bahot zyada dukh rahe hai," she complained.

"Massage karu inki?" he said, gesturing towards her bosom.

She nodded, wanting this pain to go away.

He gently unbuttoned her shirt.

Then his fingers met her swollen skin.

Her body was still growing, so her bosom was not big.

She looked in his eyes.

He looked in her eyes.

And started massaging her bosom.

He knew he was doing is not right, but her pain made him weak.

His Dani was bleeding for the first time.

This was all new to her.

And after cleaning her most intimate part, giving a breast massage was not a big deal.

Feeling slight pressure of his rough palm and fingers on her aching area, she closed her eyes in little relief.

He gave her a good massage.

His lips turned into a smile seeing her asleep in his arms.

He remembered how worried her Mumma is for dania because she didn't menstruate, he overheard his Mumma and aunty talking....

But somehow he is relieved because according to him his little dani is not ready for the changes happened after menstrual cycle.

Nor she is ready to bear the pain but now, she finnally reached that phase of girlhood....

He hated to admit but he don't like it,

Her bleeding, her body going through those changes..

But maybe her Mumma will be happy knowing this,

After some time of massaging, he played with her taut nipple unknowingly and trailed his hand to massage her abdomen.

Staring at her beautiful face.

He press a gentle kiss on her Head...

He felt little swelling there.

Massaging her belly, he also fell asleep.

She snuggled in his chest.

Her chest flattened against his white shirt-clad chest.

She looked like a baby in his arms.

And after so many years of her mother worrying about her.

Dania Malik finally embraced womanhood.

She bled while pressed to her Dakshu's chest.

Meanwhile, in the other room of the haveli,

Dilan sat with her phone to her ear,

Rudra's head on her lap.

"Kyon fikar karti hain aap?" she scolds Noor, while her fingers play with Rudra's hair.

"Fikar kaise na karoon? Woh 18 ki hai, phir bhi usse menstruate nahi hua, dar lagta hai ki kahin meri beti hamesha aisi na reh jaaye," Noor said, unable to control her tears.

"Noor... she is special... she'll menstruate... itni fikar mat karo," Dilan consoles her.

"Khala, uski umar ki har ladki ke periods aane lage hain, mujhe dar hai ki wahi woh mehroom na reh jaaye isse," Noor explains.

"Allah behtar karne wala hai, Noor, shukar karein ki abhi Dania normal hai, aapko pata hai periods ke baad body bhi change hoti hai, uski khubsurati mein izafa hoga, jism tabdeel hoga, use masoom hi rehne de aap," Dilan explains.

"But periods womanhood ka important part hai," Noor said.

"I know, fikar na karein, cheezein behtar hongi..."

Noor nodded...

"19th birthday tak wait karte hain, nahi toh doctor ko consult karenge," Dilan said.

"Ji..." Noor replied.

"Dania kahan hai?" she asks.

"Aaram kar rahi hai apne room mein," she told her.

"Theek hai, subah baat karoongi usse," Noor replied.

"Theek, Allah hafiz..."

Both women are oblivious to the fact that she is embracing womanhood in his arms,

Her Dakshu's arms.

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