Arya and Ashvi got out of the car and looked up at the huge complex in front of them. The connected buildings seemed to touch the sky, their shiny glass and steel exteriors sparkling in the afternoon sun. The size of the structure left them breathless.

Arya held lunchboxes for Shreyansh, who had skipped breakfast. But now, she was unsure. "Should we give it to Vihaan or Yuvaan instead?" she whispered, worried she might make Shreyansh angry. Ashvi scolded her, "Go give it to him yourself, you made him skip breakfast!"

They had also packed lunch for Yuvaan and Vihaan. As they entered, employees greeted them warmly. "Good afternoon, Mam!" they said in unison, smiling. Arya smiled back, her eyes crinkling. "Good afternoon," she replied confidently.

But then, the lobby fell silent. Everyone stared at Arya with respect and awe. Akhil, Shreyansh's secretary, emerged. "Mam, you're here!" he said, his voice low and respectful. Arya asked, "Where is Shreyansh?" Akhil replied, "He's on the 10th floor, Mam. I'll take you."

Arya nodded and led the way to the elevator, Ashvi following closely.

"I'm feeling nervous," Arya admitted, looking at Ashvi with a hint of anxiety. "Why?" Ashvi asked, noticing her friend's unease. Arya shrugged. "I don't know.""

Just calm down and don't say anything stupid in front of Shreyansh's bhaii. I don't want to make him angrier," Ashvi cautioned, understanding Arya's concerns.

Arya took a deep breath and smiled wryly. "I'll try. But you're coming with me, right?"

Ashvi teased, "Oh no, I'm not going with you anymore. I'll wait outside. You can go give lunch to your husband alone." Arya chuckled at Ashvi's playful tone, but then a thought struck her.

"Wait, take this and give lunch to Yuvaan, please," Arya said, handing Ashvi a lunchbox. "Me?" Ashvi asked, confused.

"Yes, you. I need to go see my husband, but you can do this for me. Give lunch to my brother-in-law. I'll send Vihaan's bhaii lunch with Akhil," Arya explained. Ashvi hesitated but nodded her head

As they reached the 20th floor, Arya felt a mix of emotions: nervousness, love, and a hint of apprehension. She took another deep breath, preparing herself for the encounter with Shreyansh.

As the elevator doors slid open, Akhil gestured to their left. "Shreyansh sir's cabin is this way, along with Vihaan sir's." He then nodded to their right. "But Yuvaan sir's cabin is that way." Arya and Ashvi nodded in unison,

Ashvi took a deep breath, shouldering the lunchbox containing Yuvaan's meal. She made her way to the right, her heels clicking on the polished floor. As she approached Yuvaan's cabin, she read the nameplate: "Yuvaan Singh Rajput". A shiver ran down her spine. Don't know why?

With a steady hand, Ashvi knocked on the door. A deep, smooth voice called out from within, "Come in."

Meekly, Ashvi whispered, "Heyy," her soft voice piercing through the silence. Yuvaan's gaze shifted from his work, his eyes locking onto hers. His heart skipped a beat as he took in her radiant appearance, her colorful attire making her look divine. "Ashvi," he called out, his voice barely above a whisper, beckoning her inside.

With gentle steps, Ashvi entered the cabin, her eyes meeting Yuvaan's. She placed the lunchbox on the table, her hands brushing against the wood. " me or Arya came with lunch for you guys," she explained softly. "Arya went to give lunch to Shreyansh bhai or Vihaan bhai, and I came to give it to you."

Yuvaan's eyes widened in surprise, his face a picture of hesitation and disbelief. "You came to give it to me?" he asked, his voice laced with wonder. Ashvi nodded, her reply barely audible, "Yes."

Yuvaan's heart raced inside his chest, his happiness threatening to spill over. Yet, he maintained a calm exterior, his expression serene, as he struggled to process the unexpected surprise.

As Yuvaan said, "Muhhh, come sit," Ashvi began to settle into the chair. But before she could, Yuvaan jumped up from his seat and rushed towards her, his enthusiasm getting the better of him. However, his feet betrayed him, and he slipped on the tile floor, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance.

Ashvi's eyes widened in alarm as she watched Yuvaan stumble. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to steady him. But it was too late. They both tumbled to the floor with a loud thud, their bodies entwined in a tangled heap.

Yuvaan found himself beneath Ashvi, her forehead pressed against his, their skin warm against each other. Her hair cascaded down his face, tickling his cheeks, while her face nestled in the crook of his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

As they lay there, Yuvaan's voice was barely audible, "Sorry, I slipped." He hesitated, unsure of what to do next, his body thrumming with excitement. Slowly, they disentangled themselves, their faces flushing with embarrassment and unspoken emotions. ..

"I am sorry, are you okay?" Yuvaan asked, his voice laced with concern, as Ashvi remained above him, her body still entwined with his. She softly let out a gentle "Huhh" and placed her hands on his chest, trying to push herself up. However, her hair got tangled in his shirt, holding her back.

As she tried to free herself, her face inches from his, Yuvaan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but notice the warmth of her breath on his skin, the softness of her hair, and the sparkle in her eyes. He felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, his body responding to her proximity.

With a gentle touch, Yuvaan helped untangle Ashvi's hair from his shirt, his fingers brushing against her scalp. The touch sent shivers down his spine. As they finally managed to separate, Ashvi's started feeling nervous and Yuvaan's eyes crinkled at the corners soft smile spreading across his face. "Let me help you up," he said, offering his hand, his voice low and husky.

As Ashvi took Yuvaan's hand, he pulled her up gently, their palms touching, sending a spark of electricity through both of them. They stood there for a moment, hands clasped, eyes locked, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

"Food," Ashvi whispered, breaking the spell that had held them captive. Yuvaan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, as he moved towards the sink to wash his hands. Ashvi's gaze dropped to her chest, her hand pressed against her racing heart. "Stop beating so fast, this is wrong," she murmured, a mix of sadness and longing etched on her face.

She rubbed her face, trying to erase the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. As she felt Yuvaan's presence behind her, she took a deep breath and turned to leave. But Yuvaan's voice stopped her, "Ashvi, stop." She froze, her back still to him, her heart heavy with emotion.

"Please, have lunch," Yuvaan requested, his voice soft and gentle, as he served food onto a plate. Ashvi shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm not hungry. I'm leaving." But as she tried to walk away, Yuvaan's hand closed around her wrist, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

His grip was gentle, yet firm, holding her in place. Ashvi's heart skipped a beat as she felt his warmth, his pulse beating in time with hers. She didn't turn back, couldn't face him, but she knew she couldn't leave either. Not yet. Not when Yuvaan's touch had awakened something deep within her.

Yuvaan's voice was laced with concern as he asked, "What happened?" his eyes locked onto the tears welling up in Ashvi's eyes, despite her attempts to hide them. "Nothing, just a headache," she lied, trying to brush off his hand from her wrist. But Yuvaan knew better, he could see the pain and turmoil behind her eyes, and he wasn't buying her excuse.

With gentle fingers, Yuvaan wiped away her tears, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He led her to a chair, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her with care. "Have lunch, then I'll give you painkillers, and after that, I'll take you somewhere where you'll feel better," he said softly, placing a full plate of food in front of her.

Ashvi protested, "I'm not hungry," but Yuvaan's firm tone brooked no argument. "Eat, Ashvi," he said, his eyes pleading with her to comply. She couldn't resist the kindness in his voice, and eventually, she gave in, clearing her hands before picking up a fork. As she took her first bite, Yuvaan's eyes crinkled at the corners, a small smile playing on his lips, relieved that she was eating......

Time skip....

As they stepped out of the elevator on the 10th floor, Ashvi's eyes widened in wonder. She had no idea where Yuvaan was taking her, but his excitement was infectious. The moment they entered the floor, she felt like she had stepped into a new world. The sound of music, laughter, and dancing enveloped her, leaving her breathless.

"Is this really in the office?" Ashvi asked, her voice laced with incredulity, as she gazed around at the vibrant scene before her. Yuvaan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Yes, it's our office's recreation floor," he explained, leading her further into the space. "We have music, dance, and art classes here. It's a way for us to unwind and tap into our creative sides."

Ashvi's eyes darted around, taking in the sight of some peoples laughing and dancing together. She felt a pang of surprise and delight, never expecting to find such a lively atmosphere in a corporate setting....

"It's really amazing! I mean it, it's so good to freshen up after this workload like this," Ashvi exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. As they moved closer, they stumbled upon a group of young guys playing guitars, and Ashvi's eyes widened in wonder. "Wow!" she breathed, her face lighting up with excitement.

Yuvaan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed at her. He knew that music was her lifeblood, her passion, and her sanctuary. He was aware that she loved to sing and dance, and that it was the only thing that could soothe her unsettled heart.

"Would you like to sing?" Yuvaan asked, his voice low and encouraging. The sound of "Meri Aashiqui" filled the air, with one of the guys singing it with gusto, and the others joining in. Ashvi hesitated, looking uncertain.

"No," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. But Yuvaan knew better. "But you like singing, right?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with knowing glint.

Ashvi looked at him with confusion, her brow furrowed. "How do you know?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise. Yuvaan's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew everything about her, her likes, dislikes, and passions.

Yuvaan's thoughts swirled with introspection as he gazed at Ashvi, his smile frozen on his lips. "How can I tell her that I know so much about her, yet I don't even know myself?" he pondered. He couldn't fathom the depth of his own emotions, but he was certain about one thing - his connection with Ashvi.

"Huhhh, I just know since college days, I saw you many times singing," Yuvaan said, his voice low and gentle, as he sat down beside her. The live music enveloped them, and they both succumbed to its rhythm. The employees

playing the guitars couldn't help but look at Yuvaan with respect, their eyes fixed on the duo. The air was electric with an unspoken understanding, as if everyone knew that something special was unfolding.

As the song came to an end, an employee approached Yuvaan with a request, "Please, sir, sing a song!" Yuvaan hesitated, "I can't, I don't know," he lied, trying to brush off the request. But the truth was, he knew how to sing, and he sang well. He just didn't want to sing now, .

But the employees wouldn't take no for an answer. "Please, sir, sing a song! We've seen you singing along in this room, you sing amazingly, please!" they pleaded. Yuvaan's resolve began to crumble, but it was Ashvi's voice that finally broke his resistance. "Sing, Na, Yuvaan," she said, her words barely above a whisper, but they sent shivers down his spine.

His heart racing, Yuvaan grabbed the guitar, his fingers instinctively finding the strings. He took a deep breath, and began to sing,

Deafening applause erupted as Yuvaan's soulful voice filled the room, singing "Soch Na Sake" by Arijit Singh. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, and everyone was entranced, hanging onto his every note. Ashvi's eyes were fixed on Yuvaan, her gaze mesmerized by the emotions pouring out of him.

"Tenu itna main pyaar karaan

Ek pal vich sau baar karaan

Tu jaave je mainu chhad ke

Maut da intezaar karaan

Ke tere liye duniya chhod di hai

Tujhpe hi saans aake ruke

As Yuvaan sang, his voice cracked with emotion, pouring his heart out. The lyrics spoke directly to Ashvi's soul, as if he was serenading her alone. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their emotions.

Main tujhko kitna chahta hoon

Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Ke tere liye duniya chhod di hai

Tujhpe hi saans aake ruke

Main tujhko kitna chahta hoon

Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

As Yuvaan's soulful voice continued to fill the room, he poured his heart out, confessing his love to Ashvi through the lyrics of the song. Though she remained oblivious to his true feelings, she couldn't help but be swept away by the emotion in his voice. She hummed along with him, her voice blending in perfect harmony, as if their hearts were beating as one.

As the song came to an end, the room erupted in applause, with cheers and whistles filling the air. The atmosphere was electric, with a sense of euphoria hanging over the crowd. she turned to Yuvaan, her eyes shining with admiration. "You have an amazing voice!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yuvaan's heart skipped a beat as he met her gaze, his eyes locking onto hers

As Yuvaan's arms enveloped her, pulling her into a warm embrace, Ashvi's heart skipped a beat. She was taken aback by his sudden gesture, but as she looked up at him, she saw the sincerity in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Ashvi's initial shock gave way to understanding, and she realized that this hug was a expression of gratitude, a celebration of the moment they had just shared. She smiled, feeling a sense of comfort and connection, and hugged him back.

As they held each other, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them,

Yuvaan's hug was gentle, yet firm, conveying a sense of warmth and security. Ashvi felt her heart flutter, but she pushed aside any thoughts of unknown feelings , telling herself it was just a friendly hug.

As they pulled back, Yuvaan's eyes crinkled at the corners, and Ashvi saw a glimmer of something more, something that made her heart skip a beat. But she brushed it aside, attributing it to her imagination.

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With a racing heart, Arya stood outside Shreyansh's cabin, her feet rooted to the spot. She had been there for several minutes, unable to muster the courage to enter. Fear of facing Shreyansh's anger had taken hold of her, making her breath come in short gasps.

Just then, Vihaan, who was heading downstairs, spotted Arya and his eyes narrowed in concern. "Arya, here?" he thought, his brow furrowed in surprise. He quickened his pace, approaching her with a mix of curiosity and worry.

"Arya," he called out, his deep voice breaking the silence. Arya spun around, her eyes wide with nervousness, and blurted out "Bhaii!" Vihaan's expression softened at the sight of her distress.

"What are you doing here, Arya? You don't look fine," Vihaan asked, his voice tinged with concern, as he scrutinized her pale face. Arya bit her lip, her eyes darting around the hallway, searching for an escape from the interrogation.

"I-I'm fine," she stammered, trying to reassure him. "I just came to give lunch to Shreyansh, along with you and Yuvaan." Vihaan raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "Why did you come? Driver uncle usually brings it."

Arya's gaze dropped, her shoulders sagging under the weight of Vihaan's questioning. She forced a smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "I was feeling bored at home, so I thought I'd come." The words sounded hollow, even to her own ears. Vihaan's eyes lingered on her face, as if searching for the truth behind her words

"I gave your lunch box to Akhil," she said, her eyes darting around nervously. Vihaan's gaze softened, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Yes, he gave it to me, but didn't mention you were here," Vihaan replied, his tone gentle. Arya's smile faltered, and she hastened to reassure him.

""I guess he forgot huhh but "I'm totally fine now, and I didn't come alone. Ashvi came with me; she went to Yuvaan's cabin."

Vihaan's nod was encouraging, but his eyes still held a hint of skepticism. "Then why are you standing here? Go and give lunch to Shreyansh," he coaxed, his voice laced with a deep understanding of the unspoken tension between Arya and Shreyansh.

Arya's words tumbled out in a rush, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can you please give...I guess he's busy and..." Vihaan's firm but gentle tone cut through her uncertainty. "If he's really busy, then also he has to take out time for you. As much as his work is important to him, you are too. Go," he urged, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep empathy.

Arya's face turned towards Shreyansh's cabin, her heart heavy with emotion. She felt Vihaan's presence behind her, his silent support and encouragement propelling her forward. With a deep breath, she stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click....

Arya stepped into Shreyansh's cabin, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of him. But he was nowhere to be found. She placed the lunch box on the table, her gaze wandering around the spacious cabin, taking in the sleek, modern decor. The glass wall caught her attention, offering a stunning view of the outside world. "Beautiful," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Just as she was admiring the view, a cold voice made her jump. "What are you doing here?" Shreyansh's tone was icy, sending shivers down her spine. Arya turned to face him, her heart racing as she met his gaze. His eyes were frosty, his expression unreadable.

"Just came to give you lunch," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Shreyansh's response was curt. "You don't need to do that." He sat down in his chair, his eyes raking over her from head to toe, making Arya's heart flutter. She felt like an insect under a microscope, her skin crawling under his intense scrutiny.

Arya's mind raced with questions. What was he thinking? Why was he staring at her like that? Why was he so silent now? She fidgeted with her saree, her fingers nervously pleating the fabric.

Meanwhile, Shreyansh was struggling to comprehend the strange sensations coursing through his body. Seeing Arya in the yellow saree had awakened something deep within him. His hormones were stirring, his eyes devouring every curve, every contour of her gorgeous face and body. His wife, his beautiful wife, was standing before him, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her....

Arya's lips trembled as she took a deep breath, steeling herself to approach Shreyansh. Her eyes searched his face, seeking answers to the questions swirling in her mind. "Are you angry with me?" she asked, her voice laced with vulnerability.

Shreyansh's response was a taunting smile, his eyes glinting with amusement as he rose from his chair. "No, why would I be angry with you? Who am I to you, anyway?" His words dripped with sarcasm, his tone dismissive.

Arya's irritation flared, her eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell, Shreyansh? You're my husband!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "You have every right to be angry with me, to laugh with me, or at me!" Her words tumbled out in a passionate torrent, her hands gesturing emphatically.

Shreyansh's expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving hers. Yet, Arya sensed a flicker of emotion beneath his calm facade, a spark that ignited a glimmer of hope within her. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as indifferent as he seemed.

Shreyansh's voice dripped with sarcasm, his words laced with a taunting edge. "Oh, really?" He grasped her arms, his grip firm but gentle, as he pushed her against the glass door. The soft pressure sent a shiver down Arya's spine, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Who told you to come here?" he asked, his tone icy, his eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. Arya's heart ached at his cold demeanor, feeling like she'd been punched in the gut.

She wriggled free from his grasp, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, I'll leave if you don't like seeing me here." Her eyes stung with unshed tears as she turned to leave, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

But Shreyansh's hands shot out, pulling her back with a gentle yet firm grip. "When did I say I didn't like seeing you here?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, his eyes searching hers with a hint of warmth.

Arya's irritation flared, her face inches from his. "You didn't have breakfast this morning, that's why I came to give you lunch!" she exclaimed, her voice stern, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and worry.

Shreyansh's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I asked why you came here in this condition when you're not completely fine," he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Arya's gaze faltered, her eyes dropping to the floor. "I am fine," she whispered, her voice laced with vulnerability. "You didn't have your breakfast, and I was worried."

Shreyansh's taunt was like a spark to dry tinder. "You're asking like you care about me."

Arya's face flushed with fury, her voice trembling. "I do care about you, Shreyansh!" she spat out the words, her eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Oh, really?" Shreyansh's voice trembled, his eyes flashing with hurt. "But I guess you didn't like seeing me near you, right?" She took a step back, her gaze searching his face for answers. "Then why do you come close to me when I'm trying to maintain distance between us?"

Shreyansh's words cut deep, reminding her of the morning's accident. One moment, she had made him feel loved; the next, guilty, as if what happened between them was wrong. Arya's heart ached, her mind racing with confusion.

She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not like that, Shreyansh. I like you being near me." Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze pleading for understanding. "I feel safe, comforted when you're close." Her voice cracked, her emotions raw and exposed...

Shreyansh's fingers wrapped around Arya's jaw, his grip firm but gentle, as he pressed her against the glass door. Their faces were inches apart, their noses touching, sending shivers down Arya's spine.

"What's going on in that little mind of yours, Mrs. Rajput?" Shreyansh asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know something is cooking in that pretty mind of yours."

Arya's heart raced, her panic evident as she clutched his shirt tightly, pulling him closer. "Nothing," she whispered, avoiding his eyes, her voice barely audible.

Shreyansh's gaze narrowed, his eyes burning with intensity. "Ssh, my lioness, I know this pretty mind is still thinking something, maybe again plotting something. But I swear, this time if you do something stupid, no one will be worse than me,."

Arya's breath hitched, her face paling as thoughtful questions swirled in her mind. She lowered her eyes, clutching his shirt tightly, her knuckles white with tension.

Shreyansh's voice softened, his tone laced with love. "You've become a scared cat in front of me, my lioness. Can I know why, jaan? Are you scared of me?"

Arya shook her head, a devilish smile spreading across her face. "No, I'm not scared of anyone," she said, her voice dripping with defiance.

Shreyansh's lips curled into a smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He leaned in closer, his voice whispering against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "

""And I don't even want you to be scared of me, Arya," Shreyansh whispered, his breath caressing her ear. "I want to become your comfort, your safe haven. I want you to feel protected and loved when you're with me, not fearful or anxious."

His words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace, melting her defenses. Arya's grip on his shirt relaxed, her fingers unfolding like a blooming flower. She felt her body lean into his, seeking the comfort he offered.

"I want to be the one you run to when you're scared, the one you cry to when you're hurt," Shreyansh continued, his voice dripping with emotion. "I want to be your rock, your shelter, your home."

Arya's eyes fluttered closed, her heart overflowing with feelings. She felt like she was drowning in his love, suffocating under the weight of his words. But it was a sweet suffocation, one she never wanted to escape.

"I want to be your everything, Arya," Shreyansh whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "Will you let me?"

Shreyansh’s voice trembled with desperation, his heart laid bare, “Please… just this once, forgive me. For ignoring your call, for the words I should’ve never said… for every time I made you doubt my love. I’m trying, Arya—I am. I want us to be happy again. I want a family with you. I can’t bear this distance anymore… aab ye sab aur bardasht nahi hota.” 

Arya’s eyes brimmed with tears, his words piercing straight through the walls she’d built around her heart.

""You don't need to apologize—*you have no fault*," she said softly.

But Shreyansh shook his head, his expression full of remorse. 

"I *do* have faults, and I'm deeply sorry," he said earnestly. "I promise I’ll never give you a reason to feel hurt again. You will always be my first priority." 

A silence passed—thick, trembling, emotional. 

" Why are you so kind Shreyansh "  she let out with week tone

As she  rose to her toes, her small frame reaching for him, her mouth pressing to his with urgency—desperate, trembling, and full of every unspoken word they’d buried for far too long. 

Shreyansh’s eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened, her warmth undoing him completely. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, anchoring her to him like he was afraid she might disappear again. 

She didn’t. 

In his embrace, she didn’t feel fragile. She didn’t feel broken. 

She felt safe. 

Held. 

Home. 

And as their bodies melted into one another, neither of them needed to speak what their hearts had already decided— 

They were choosing each other. Scars, battles, forgiveness, and all. 

Their lips danced, passion igniting like a wildfire as they stumbled towards the sofa. Shreyansh's hands cradled her gently, mindful of her wound, as he laid her down. His body covered hers, his mouth never leaving hers. Arya's breath came in short gasps, her lungs burning as Shreyansh's dominant kisses left her reeling.

"Shreyansh, let me breathe first..." she pleaded, her voice hoarse, her lips swollen from his kisses.

But Shreyansh just shook his head, his lips capturing hers again. "Learn to hold your breath for long, and take breaths from my mouth," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Because I'm not going to leave you soon, now that we've started. And from now on, forever."

Just as their lips met again, the sound of the door opening pierced the air. "Hello, guys!" a voice chimed in, shattering the moment.

Shreyansh's head jerked up, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Ohhh shit," he groaned

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Trisha wandered aimlessly through the vast, empty halls of the house, her boredom palpable. With a day off from work, she had hoped to relax, but instead found herself restless and curious. Her eyes scanned each room, searching for something to capture her attention. That's when she saw it - a locked room, hidden away like a secret. Her curiosity was piqued, like a spark igniting a flame.

"Why is this room closed, while the others are open?" she wondered, her mind racing with possibilities. "Is there something inside that's related to Vihaan?" Her heart cautioned her, "Don't do it, Trisha. Respect Vihaan's privacy." But her mind whispered, "Just one peek, what's the harm?"

She approached the door, noticing a small hole at the bottom. Bending down, she peered inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Paintings and sketches lined the walls, tantalizingly out of reach. Trisha's curiosity turned to obsession, like a siren's call. She searched for a way to open the lock, her heart racing with anticipation.

With a deep breath, she broke the lock with a hammer, the sound shattering the silence. Stepping inside, she was met with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, like a forgotten tomb. "Cough" she exclaimed, covering her mouth. The room seemed abandoned, untouched for years.

Her gaze landed on a stunning portrait, and a smile spread across her face, like sunlight breaking through clouds. "What a lovely portrait it is," she whispered, moving closer, her eyes drinking in the beauty. And then she saw it - the words "I LOVE YOU HEER" scrawled on the frame, a message from the past, like a whispered secret. Trisha's heart skipped a beat, like a drumbeat in her chest. ...

As Trisha's gaze lingered on the portrait, her heart ached with an unspoken sorrow, like a gentle whisper of longing. She couldn't help but be drawn to the girl's captivating smile and sparkling eyes, which seemed to hold a secret that Trisha desperately wanted to uncover. Her curiosity led her on a journey of discovery, as she found more pictures of the same girl, each one revealing a piece of a love story that seemed to captivate her heart.

Unknowingly, her feet carried her towards a door that seemed to lead to a treasure trove of memories. She pushed it open, and her heart skipped a beat as she stepped into a room that was a testament to the love that Vihaan and Heer shared. The walls were adorned with pictures of the two, each one telling a tale of their whirlwind romance. Trisha's eyes widened as she took in the sheer magnitude of their love, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions.

"Oh, she's the one who captured his heart," she thought sadly, her voice barely above a whisper. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her feeling lost and vulnerable. She felt a pang of pain, knowing that Vihaan's heart belonged to someone else. She had grown to love him, but now she realized that his heart belongs to her...

But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, one question rose to the surface of Trisha's mind, echoing through her thoughts like a haunting melody. "Where is she now?" she wondered, her brow furrowed in concern. "I have not seen her anywhere, and Shreyansh didn't mention her at all." The thought weighed heavily on her heart, like a stone sinking in the depths of her soul.

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CHAPTER 35

As Arya and Shreyansh's lips lingered in a tender embrace, the sudden creak of the door shattered the intimate moment. They sprang apart, their faces inches away, as Yuvaan's voice echoed through the room, "Hey guys!" The cheerful greeting was laced with a hint of surprise and nervousness.

Yuvaan's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. His brother, Shreyansh, was glaring at him, his eyes blazing with annoyance, while Arya looked like she wanted to disappear. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she bit her lip, her gaze avoiding Shreyansh's.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," Yuvaan whispered, his voice barely audible, as he took a step back, his eyes fixed on Shreyansh's annoyed face. He knew he had interrupted a precious moment between his brother and his wife.

Arya, trying to compose herself, sat down on the sofa, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted her saree, trying to cover her embarrassment.

Yuvaan and Ashvi hovered in the doorway, unsure whether to enter or retreat, their presence suspended in the awkward silence.

"Come inside, both of you," Shreyansh said, his voice softening, inviting Yuvaan and Ashvi to enter. They hesitated for a moment before stepping into the cabin, their eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and apology.

"We're sorry we spoiled your moment," Yuvaan said, his tone laced with teasing, trying to lighten the mood. Shreyansh rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"I think we should go home now, Arya," Ashvi suggested, breaking the awkward silence, her voice gentle. Arya nodded, her eyes still avoiding Shreyansh's gaze. "Yes, let's go."

", Arya is not going home now Ashvi . She needs to see a doctor," I will take her to the doctor, you can come with us if you want"""

he said, his tone firm but soft. Ashvi looked at Arya, concern etched on her face. " no i want to go home Bhaii " she said softly

"Okay, I'll go with Driver Uncle, ." She said

But Yuvaan wasn't ready to let Ashvi go. He grasped her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I'm coming with you. I'll drop you home." Ashvi tried to pull away,"

"" I , ll go myself Yuvaan "Ashvi said

" No I will drop you " Yuvaan said and hold her hand , his eyes locked on hers.

As they left the cabin, Shreyansh and Arya were alone once more. Arya's eyes still avoided Shreyansh's, she Was feeling embarrassment she want to escape from here But Shreyansh wouldn't let her escape. "Come here," he commanded, his dominant tone sending a shiver down Arya's spine. Her eyes narrowed, but she walked towards him, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Sit," Shreyansh said, his voice low and husky, as he gestured to the chair beside him. But before Arya could take a seat, he caught her hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a gentle vice. He pulled her close, his ees burning with intensity, and settled her on his lap.

"Not there!" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear, as he nudged her closer. "This is your seat, Jaan." The endearment sent shivers down Arya's spine, and she felt her heart flutter in response.

As she settled into his lap, Shreyansh nuzzled his face into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and Arya felt a sense of safety wash over her. She relaxed into his embrace, her body melting into his, as he stroked her hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her scalp.

"I love holding you like this," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "You feel so right in my arms, Jaan." Arya's heart skipped a beat at his words, and she knew she was lost in his love.

"Shreyansh, lunch," Arya reminded him, her voice soft and gentle, as she tried to wriggle out of his lap. But Shreyansh was having none of it. He smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and grabbed her face, his fingers tracing the contours of her cheeks.

"When you're in my arms, do you think I want to eat food?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with desire. "I want to eat you, Jaan, because you look delicious to me." His tone was teasing, but his eyes burned with intensity, making Arya's heart skip a beat.

Arya's face flushed, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She tried to pull away, but Shreyansh held her fast, his fingers digging gently into her skin. "You're my food, my sustenance," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "I need to taste you, to devour you, to make you mine."

As he spoke, Shreyansh's lips grazed Arya's ear, sending shivers down her spine. She felt her body melt his.

"Your stomach won't fill by eating me, Mr. Rajput," Arya retorted, her voice laced with a similar teasing tone, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Shreyansh chuckled, the sound low and husky, his chest vibrating beneath her.

"Ah, but Jaan, you're not just a snack, you're a feast," he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his gaze devouring her. "A delicacy I want to savor, to indulge in, to make last forever."

Arya's cheeks flushed, her heart racing at his words. She tried to maintain her playful demeanor, but Shreyansh's intensity made her feel like melting into his arms. "And what if I'm not edible, Mr. Rajput?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shreyansh's grin turned wicked, his eyes glinting with desire. "Then I'll just have to find other ways to consume you, Jaan," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Ways that will leave us both breathless and begging more :

Arya pulled back, her face flushed with desire. "Shreyansh, you're becoming shameless," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Shreyansh grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I have no shame when it comes to you, Jaan," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "I want you too much."

Arya's cheeks grew hotter, her heart racing with excitement. "You're impossible," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She moved toward washroom to clean her hands

Shreyansh chuckled, his lips grazing her ear. "Impossible is what makes life interesting, Jaan," he whispered. "And I promise you, I'll make our life together very interesting."

Soon As she come back.

Arya hands trembled slightly as she served Shreyansh's food, her gaze drifting to his face, lost in thought. Though he was engrossed in his phone, she knew he sensed her presence, his awareness of her palpable. Her heart swirled with a maelstrom of emotions - guilt, shame, and the crushing weight of her own helplessness.

"I'm doomed to hurt him again," she thought, her mind racing with the devastating consequences of her actions. "I'll wrong him once more, and he'll hate me for it. But I don't deserve him, I never did. I want to flee with the memory of him, to hold onto it as the reason for my existence... but I know I can't. I'm trapped in this cycle of pain and regret."

Arya's thoughts turned to her past mistakes, her eyes stinging with tears. "How stupid I was to think I could leave him after getting pregnant, to take his memory and go. But now, I'm ensnared in my own web of deceit. Shreyansh was right, I am incredibly stupid." The words echoed in her mind, a harsh reminder of her own flaws.

Arya's mind was consumed by the haunting thought, "If he finds out, he'll surely hate me this time ." She couldn't believe she'd let such a treacherous idea creep into her mind. Just then, she felt Shreyansh's piercing gaze on her, making her pale face force a weak smile.

Shreyansh's concerned tone cut through the air, "What happened?" His eyes scanned her face, taking in her ashen complexion. Arya's reply was hasty, "Nothing," but her voice betrayed her, barely above a whisper.

She passed the plate to him, trying to divert attention from her turmoil. But Shreyansh's instruction, "Feed me," caught her off guard. As she began to feed him, he turned the tables, making her eat first. "You haven't eaten anything since morning, have you?" Shreyansh's stern tone made Arya gulp, knowing she couldn't hide the truth from him.

Her gaze dropped, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, shame, and gratitude. The silence was palpable as Shreyansh continued feeding her, his eyes never leaving hers. Only then did Arya muster the courage to ask, "Did you find my mangalsutra and locket?" Her voice was laced with hope.

Shreyansh's expression turned apologetic, "I myself went with my men, but we couldn't find your locket." Arya's heart sank, but then Shreyansh added, "However, I have your mangalsutra." Her face lit up with joy, and she held out her palm, eager to reclaim her treasured possession. "Then give me," she said, her voice barely containing her excitement. .....

Shreyansh's eyes locked onto Arya's, his gaze burning with intensity. "I'll give you your mangalsutra that day when we'll surely start our life anew, and you'll understand the depth of my love. You'll see the sincerity in my heart, and you'll move forward with me, hand in hand, into our happy life."

He paused, his voice taking on a tender tone. "A life where we'll leave our past behind, and our love will flourish like a garden in bloom. You'll be my partner, my best friend, and my everything. I promise to cherish, support, and adore you, through every up and down, every triumph and every struggle."

Shreyansh's words painted a vivid picture of their future together, a future filled with hope, laughter, and unconditional love. Arya's heart skipped a beat as she imagined herself by his side, building a life filled with joy, trust, and passion.....

Arya's voice trembled with desperation as she pleaded, "I need it, please give me the mangalsutra, Shreyansh." Her eyes brimmed with tears, her face etched with longing.

Shreyansh's expression remained resolute, his jaw clenched in determination. "I won't give it to you, Arya, until you truly stop thinking about divorce and leaving me," he said, his voice firm but laced with a deep sadness. "I won't give it to you until you fully accept me and our relationship,...

Arya's voice trembled with anger and hurt as she blurted out, "You're very bad!" She turned her face away, trying to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. But then, a new question arose in her mind, and she turned back to Shreyansh with a determined look.

"Shreyansh, I want to ask you something," she said, her voice laced with a mix of emotions.

"Ask," Shreyansh replied, looking at her with a curious expression, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Arya took a deep breath before asking, "You already know about Vivek being my half-brother, right?" Shreyansh's eyes narrowed further, and he let out a skeptical "Half-brother?"

.

Shreyansh's expression turned somber, and he said, "He is not your brother, Arya. He was adopted by your father."

But Arya shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "No, he was my half-brother. He told me and showed me proof. You're misunderstanding. He was my half-brother. My father cheated on my mom with two women... I don't know how many others he cheated with." Her voice was heavy with emotion, her words tumbling out in a painful rush.

Arya's voice was barely above a whisper as she continued, "But what I want to ask you is... Vivek told me I have another half-brother, someone you know very well. He said this person is close to you, but he didn't reveal his name." Arya's eyes pleaded with Shreyansh, searching for answers and truth. "Will you tell me who my other half-brother is?" The question hung in the air, heavy with emotion and uncertainty, as Arya's heart waited anxiously for Shreyansh's response.

Shreyansh's expression turned evasive, and he muttered, "Sorry, I can't tell you this." He abruptly stood up from his chair, avoiding Arya's gaze.

Arya's voice rose in frustration, "Why? Just tell me the truth! What are you hiding from me?" Her words echoed through the room, laced with desperation and anger.

Shreyansh attempted to divert her attention, "Let's go to the hospital." But Arya stood her ground, her eyes blazing with determination. "I'm not going anywhere until you answer my questions!" she exclaimed, her voice firm and resolute.

Arya's tone turned pleading, "Please, tell me the truth. What's still hiding from me?" But Shreyansh ignored her words, his face set in a stubborn expression.

Without warning, Shreyansh swept Arya into his arms, lifting her off the ground like a child. Arya struggled against him, her voice rising in indignation. "What are you doing? Put me down and answer my questions!" she demanded, her tone furious and helpless.

As Shreyansh continued walking, Arya's anger and frustration grew, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. What secrets was Shreyansh hiding from her? And why was he refusing to answer her questions? The uncertainty only added to her distress, leaving her feeling vulnerable and trapped.....

Shreyansh strode purposefully towards the elevator, Arya still struggling in his arms, her voice rising in protest. "Put me down, Shreyansh! Answer my questions!" she demanded, her words echoing off the walls.

As they approached the elevator, employees began to stir, their curious gazes drawn to the commotion. But Shreyansh's single, piercing glare sent them scurrying, their eyes cast downward in submission.

Without breaking stride, Shreyansh exited the company building, Arya still captive in his arms. His bodyguards swiftly moved to follow, but Shreyansh halted them with a raised hand. "We're just going to the nearby hospital, so you guys don't need to come," he said, his tone firm and authoritative.

The bodyguards hesitated, their eyes flicking to Arya's distressed face, but Shreyansh's expression brooked no argument. With a nod, they retreated, leaving Shreyansh to settle Arya into the car. As he slid into the driver's seat

As the car glided into motion, Arya gazed out the window, her tears streaming down her face . Her mind was a jumble of painful thoughts, her life unraveling before her eyes like a tapestry of lies.

Arya roughly wiped away her tears, her hand brushing against her cheeks with a harsh, jerky motion. She whispered to herself, "Stop crying, no one cares about your tears." Her words were laced with self-loathing and despair.

She sat up straight, her eyes fixed on the seat in front of her, her gaze avoiding Shreyansh's concerned face. "Can we go home?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to go to the hospital," she requested, her tone laced with a hint of pleading.

Shreyansh's response was firm, "No, you need to see a doctor first." His words were gentle but resolute, leaving no room for argument.

Arya fell silent, her lips pressing together in a thin line. She didn't say another word, her emotions locked away, hidden behind a mask of quiet resignation. She sat still, her eyes fixed on some point in front of her, her mind withdrawn, lost in a sea of pain and heartache. The car continued on its journey, the only sound the soft hum of the engine, and Arya's quiet, ragged breathing.

Only Arya's eyes suddenly locked onto the figure they had all been searching for - Vivek. Her heart raced with a mix of emotions: anger, hatred, and a desire for justice. "Shreyansh, stop the car!" she screamed, her voice filled with urgency.

Shreyansh slammed on the brakes, his eyes darting towards Arya in concern. "What happened?" he asked, but Arya's response was immediate.

"I saw Vivek! He's going inside this mall!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage. She had never felt such a strong desire for revenge before.

Shreyansh's expression turned cold and determined.

"You stay here in the car," Shreyansh commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, as he turned off the engine and engaged the parking brake. His eyes, blazing with a fierce determination, locked onto the mall entrance, his gaze fixed on the man he despised more than anyone else - Vivek Singhania

With a swift and decisive movement, Shreyansh exited the car, his long strides devouring the distance to the mall. His heart burned with a deep-seated hatred for Vivek, . He could feel his anger and resentment simmering just below the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

Shreyansh's hands clenched into fists as he thought about the pain and suffering Vivek had caused. He wanted nothing more than to confront him, to make him pay for his treachery, to see him suffer for his crimes. Vivek's death was all he could think about, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make it a reality. With a fierce resolve, Shreyansh stormed into the mall, ready to face his enemy once and for all.

"Ready to die, bastard? Now's the game of your end," Shreyansh thought, his eyes blazing with fury as he stormed into the mall. He was ready to confront Vivek, to make him pay for his treachery.

Meanwhile, Arya's mind was racing with thoughts of uncertainty. "I should call Yuvaan or Vihaan bhai, what if Vivek is not alone?" she thought, her heart filled with worry. "Or what if he's planning something?" The doubts crept in, making her feel anxious.

In her panic, Arya reached for her phone, only to realize she had left it at home. "My phone!" she exclaimed, frustration etched on her face. "Shit!!" she cursed, feeling helpless.

Ignoring Shreyansh's warning to stay in the car, Arya got out, feeling restless and anxious. She looked around frantically for someone to borrow a phone from, but the area was deserted. With a sense of urgency, she rushed into the mall, searching for Shreyansh, her eyes scanning the crowded corridors with a mix of fear

Shreyansh's eyes scanned the crowded mall, his frustration growing with every passing moment. Finally, he spotted Vivek, and his blood began to boil with a mix of anger and adrenaline. He sprinted towards Vivek, his heart racing with anticipation. Just as he was about to reach him, Vivek turned to exit the mall, unaware of the confrontation brewing behind him. But fate had other plans. As Vivek's hand brushed against the door, he accidentally dropped one of his belongings. Bending down to pick it up, his gaze inadvertently met Shreyansh's, and his eyes widened in fear. Panicked, Vivek abandoned his belongings and took off in a frantic sprint, his feet pounding the floor in a desperate bid for escape.

"Stop!" Shreyansh thundered, his voice echoing through the mall as he gave chase, his determination to catch up to Vivek driving him forward with unrelenting force.

Shreyansh's anger reached a boiling point as he grabbed a nearby flower vase and hurled it at Vivek. But Vivek dodged the attack with ease, bending down just in time to avoid the shattering glass. Undeterred, Vivek made a break for the exit, but Shreyansh was relentless, surging forward with even greater speed and determination.

"You bastard!" Shreyansh bellowed, his voice echoing through the mall as he gained on Vivek. His footsteps pounded the floor, driven by a fierce resolve to catch his quarry.

Meanwhile, Arya had been searching frantically for Shreyansh, her heart racing with worry. When she heard his thunderous voice, she spun around, trying to locate him. "Shreyansh!" she cried out, her voice trembling with concern.

As she rushed towards the sound, her feet tangled, and she fell hard, her bangles shattering on the floor. A searing pain shot through her previously injured arm, tearing at her like a jagged knife. She cried out in agony, her vision blurring as she struggled to get back to her feet, desperate to reach Shreyansh's side....

Arya struggled to get back to her feet, but her injured arm and battered body betrayed her, sending her crashing to the floor once more. A kindly middle-aged woman rushed to her side, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, beta?" she asked, helping Arya sit up.

Arya nodded weakly, her eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Shreyansh. "I'm okay, Aunty, thank you," she said, wincing in pain as she tried to stand again. The woman offered her arm, and Arya leaned on her, limping away from the scene.

. "She's the wife of famous businessman Shreyansh Singh Rajput, isn't she?" someone asked, eyes wide with excitement

. "What happened? Who was that man? Why was Mr. Rajput running after him, leaving his wife in this state?" The questions swirled, a vortex of speculation and curiosity.

Arya's eyes scanned the crowd, desperation growing. Where was Shreyansh?

Arya's search for Shreyansh or Vivek led her to a crowd of people, their voices buzzing. As she pushed her way through, she heard words that made her heart plummet. "The man attacked Mr. Rajput with a knife... he was injured, but still running after him," someone said, .

Arya's eyes widened in panic as she felt the ground beneath her feet give way. "Shreyansh!" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. She grabbed the arm of the man who had spoken, her grip tight with desperation. "Are you talking about Shreyansh Singh Rajput?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion.

The man nodded solemnly, his expression grim. "Yes, he got injured while fighting with that man. They both ran outside the city," he added, his words dripping with concern.

Arya's face lost all color as the words sank in like a cold knife....

" "Shreyansh!" Arya cried out in panic, her heart racing with fear. She rushed towards the car, her own battered body forgotten in her desperation to reach her husband. Blood streamed from her wrist, where shattered bangles had torn her skin, and her previous wound throbbed with renewed pain. But she felt none of it, her mind consumed by a single thought: Shreyansh was in danger.

With a surge of adrenaline, Arya flung herself into the driver's seat, her hands shaking as she grasped the wheel. She didn't feel the pain, the fear, or the exhaustion; all she felt was a fierce determination to save her husband. "I'm coming, be safe, Shreyansh," she prayed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arya's eyes scanned the desolate road ahead, her heart racing with every passing mile. She had been driving for what felt like an eternity, searching for any sign of Shreyansh and Vivek. But the landscape remained empty, a seemingly endless expanse of nothingness. "He said they went this way, but I'm not seeing anyone here," she thought, fear creeping into her mind like a chill.

As she rounded a bend, the trees grew closer together, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. Arya's anxiety spiked, her breath coming in short gasps. And then, without warning, her car sputtered and died. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed, slamming her fists on the wheel in frustration. "Now what's happened to this car?"

Arya threw open the door and leapt out, her eyes scanning the deserted forest. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the distant call of a bird.

Arya stepped out of the car, her mind racing with frustration and worry. She was about to open the bonnet to check the engine when a sudden gunshot pierced the air, making her heart skip a beat. "Shreyansh!" she panicked, her voice trembling with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of her husband in danger.

And then, another gunshot rang out, making her sink to the ground in terror. "No, please... I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She prayed fervently to God to keep Shreyansh safe, her hands clasped together in desperation.

Despite her injured body screaming in agony, Arya forced herself to move towards the source of the gunshots. Every step felt like a Herculean effort, but she pushed on, driven by her love and concern for Shreyansh. The forest seemed to grow darker and more menacing with each step, but Arya pressed on, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to find Shreyansh, had to save him. Nothing else mattered.....

Arya's world came crashing down as she heard another gunshot, her mind screaming "Shreyansh!" at the top of her lungs. She took off in a sprint, her legs pumping furiously as she ran towards the source of the sound. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her soul was consumed by fear.

With every step, she felt like she was moving through quicksand, her legs heavy with dread. And then, another bullet was fired, the sound echoing through the forest like a death knell. Arya's heart plummeted, her very existence threatened by the possibility of losing Shreyansh.

She begged God, pleaded with the universe, to keep Shreyansh safe. Every moment felt like an eternity, a heavy burden crushing her. Fear clawed at her, threatening to consume her, but she pushed on, driven by her love for Shreyansh. She had to find him, had to save him. The thought of losing him was unbearable, a pain she couldn't even begin to comprehend....

....,...................

"Don't come near me, or I'll shoot you!" Vivek spat, his gun shaking slightly as he pointed it at Shreyansh. But Shreyansh didn't flinch, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "Shoot me," he growled, taking another step closer to Vivek, his gaze burning with an inner fire.

Vivek's voice rose to a panicked shout as he tried to sound braver than he felt. "I said STOP!" But his fingers trembled on the trigger, betraying his fear. He knew he couldn't take on Shreyansh alone, and his men were nowhere to be seen. He had called for backup, but it seemed no one was coming to his aid.

Shreyansh's eyes seemed to bore into Vivek's soul, his red-rimmed gaze fixed on his enemy with an unnerving intensity. Vivek could see the fury, the hatred, and the unyielding resolve etched on Shreyansh's face. He knew he was no match for this man, who seemed driven by a singular focus: to destroy him.

Vivek's mind raced with desperation and betrayal as he thought, "These bastards, no one has come yet. Do I just pay them for nothing? They're useless, and when I die, will they even care?" His anger and fear boiled over as he pointed the gun at Shreyansh, his voice shaking with rage. "I'm counting to three. If you keep moving towards me, I'll shoot you."

Shreyansh's response was a chilling chuckle, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. "Shoot me, naa... I'm standing right in front of you, alone." Vivek's finger tightened on the trigger as he counted, his heart racing with anticipation. "One... Two..." He took a deep breath, ready to end Shreyansh's life.

But just as he reached "Three", a stone hurtled out of nowhere, striking his hand with incredible force. The gun jerked wildly, the bullet veering off course as Vivek's cry of pain and surprise echoed through the air.

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Trisha's gaze lingered on the secret room, her eyes fixed on the picture of Heer and Vihaan on the wall. Their smiles seemed to radiate a warmth and happiness that made her heart ache. Vihaan face was aglow with joy, and Vihaan's eyes shone with a love that seemed almost palpable. Trisha's fingers instinctively reached out to touch the image, as if trying to connect with the happiness it embodied. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she thought, "He can't be mine... he belongs to someone else." A pang of longing and sorrow washed over her.

As she turned to leave the room, a soft thud caught her attention. Something had fallen onto the table, drawing her gaze. Her eyes widened as she saw a diary lying open, its pages fluttering as if beckoning her to read. Trisha's curiosity was piqued, and she felt an inexplicable pull towards the diary, as if it held secrets and stories that could change everything. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should invade the privacy of the diary's owner, but her desire to uncover the truth proved too strong. With trembling hands, she reached out to touch the diary's pages.

Trisha's fingers hovered over the diary, her mind wrestling with the decision. "Should I read his diary?" she thought, her conscience nagging her about the invasion of privacy. But her curiosity and desire to understand Vihaan's heart proved too strong. With a gentle touch, she opened the page, the soft rustle of the paper echoing through the silence.

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CHAPTER 36

"Arya's face twisted in a snarl as she unleashed a furious cry, 'You bastard!' The words tore from her throat like a wounded animal's growl. '""How dare you hurt my Shreyansh!' ""she spat, her voice crackling with venom. With a swift, savage motion, she snatched the iron pipe from the underbrush, its weathered surface glinting in the faint light. The pipe seemed to hum with her rage as she grasped it, her knuckles white with tension. Arya's eyes blazed with a fierce, protective fire as she advanced on him, her heart racing with a mother's fury. Every step echoed through the forest, a primal drumbeat heralding her wrath."

"This girl, she never listens to me!" Shreyansh exclaimed, his anger and frustration boiling over as he recalled how he had explicitly told her to stay in the car. Yet, here she was, storming towards Vivek with a fierce determination, the iron pipe clutched in her hand like a weapon.

"You fucking asshole!" she spat, her voice venomous, as she raised the pipe to strike. Shreyansh's heart raced with fear as he watched Vivek narrowly avoid the blow, catching hold of the pipe and saving himself. But before Shreyansh could intervene, Arya unleashed a swift, merciless kick, striking Vivek between the legs with precision. Vivek's anguished cry echoed through the air as he crumpled in pain. Arya's saree fluttered around her like a battle flag as she cursed,

"Fuck this saree, I can't fight with this thing!" and tagged the fabric around her wrist like a makeshift gauntlet. Shreyansh's eyes widened in awe and fear as he whispered,

"""Lioness  "his gaze fixed on Arya as she stood tall, her eyes blazing with a fierce, unyielding

Shreyansh watched in awe as Arya fought Vivek. She was fast and strong, and he knew she could handle herself. But Vivek was angry and wouldn't give up. He tried to attack Arya, but she dodged and hit him back. Shreyansh wanted to step in and stop Vivek, but Arya gave him a fierce look.

"Let me handle him," she said, her voice firm. Shreyansh stopped, his fists clenched, and let Arya keep fighting. She was like a queen, her saree flying around her as she battled Vivek.

Shreyansh was completely shocked to see Arya fighting Vivek with so much strength and anger, even though she had just gotten out of the hospital yesterday and was probably still feeling a lot of pain. He knew she was really hurt and upset, but her desire for revenge against Vivek was making her keep going. "Arya, stop! Let me handle him, you're not fine," Shreyansh said firmly, trying to grab her, but she was too angry to listen. "I said stay away, Shreyansh!" she yelled, swinging the iron pipe at him, making him dodge out of the way.

Then Vivek took advantage of the situation and slapped Arya's face, making her stumble and almost fall. "You bitch!" Vivek spat, but before he could say anything else, Shreyansh's anger erupted. "You bastard, how dare you!" he growled, kicking Vivek in the stomach with all his might, causing him to fall to the ground and start bleeding.

Only then Vivek's sinister voice echoed through the forest, "Now, you'll never escape! My men will kill you both, my sworn enemies!" as he saw his henchmen closing in.

Arya and Shreyansh shared a fierce glance, their eyes locking in a moment of unspoken understanding. With a swift motion, Arya wielded the iron pipe like a deadly sword, striking Vivek's groin with precision, making him crumple to the ground, his screams shattering the silence.

The sound of clashing steel and snapping twigs filled the air as men closed in, their weapons glinting in the fading light. Arya and Shreyansh fought back-to-back, a formidable team, their movements a blur of fear, adrenaline, and fierce loyalty.

Shreyansh grabbed a sword from an attacker, its blade slicing through the air, while Arya seized another, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination to protect the man she loved. "You bastard!" she spat, kicking a man who dared to attack Shreyansh from behind.

Just as the battle raged on, Yuvaan and Vihaan burst onto the scene, their guns blazing with precision, taking down Vivek's men with swift and deadly accuracy. Kunal joined the fray, his  sword slicing through the chaos, his eyes fixed on the enemies, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

These five  fought together, a strong team. They wanted to survive and protect each other. They were determined to keep each other safe.

Vivek's men were getting weaker, fewer in number, and losing hope. But Vivek was angry and humiliated,

As Vivek was about to strike Arya, knowing she is their weakness  now only then a sudden, searing pain shot through his forehead, making him yell out in agony. He stumbled back, clutching his head, and that's when he saw her - Ashvi, standing tall, a pipe clutched in her hand, her eyes blazing with a fierce  look

"Bastard" Ashvi screamed, her voice echoing through the forest as she attacked Vivek again, the pipe crashing down on his skull with a sickening thud. Blood spurted from his mouth, staining his teeth and chin, as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with terror.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the gruesome scene unfolding before them, their faces turned towards Ashvi and Vivek then Vivek men who are  laying motionless on the ground, their bodies broken and bloodied,

" they got what they deserve " !!

Tears streamed down Ashvi's face as she struck Vivek again and again, her blows fueled by the memories of her family, of the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon them. "You fucking criminal!" she spat, her voice trembling with rage and grief.

Vivek cowered, his hands raised in a futile attempt to defend himself, his eyes pleading for mercy. "No, no...I am sorry, please leave me," he stuttered, his voice cracking with pain and fear. "I am still your husband, Ashvi, and I love you. I know I did wrong, but please give me a chance...please."

But Ashvi's heart was unmoved, her anger and hatred consuming her. "You're a fucking rapist, a murderer!" she screamed, her voice raw and venomous. "You're nothing to me, just a criminal who deserves to rot in hell!" With each word, she struck him again, her blows relentless, her fury unyielding....

"No, please...no, leave me, please!" Vivek begged, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I also begged you to leave my family alone, not to kill them. I begged you to spare me, to not force me to do your bidding. Don't make me hate myself even more than I already do."

Ashvi's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Vivek,  with hate and hurt a desire of revenge or his death....

Arya's gaze snapped towards Vivek, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. She grasped the knife tightly, its cool metal a comforting weight in her hand. As she loomed over him, Vivek's eyes went wide with terror, his pupils dilating like black holes sucking in the light. He gulped hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like a buoy on a stormy sea, as he tried to speak.

"No...no, Arya, you can't do this!" he begged, his voice cracking like brittle twigs underfoot. "I'm your brother!" he pleaded, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid to stay her hand.

Arya's voice dripped with venom as she spat, "Brother? You're no brother, no husband, no human being! You're a repulsive dog, a savage animal, a bastard!" Her words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp blade aimed at Vivek's very soul.

With a fierce cry, Arya dropped to her knees, the knife glinting in her hand like a deadly whisper. She carved a path of pain from Vivek's cheek to his neck, the blade slicing through skin and muscle with precision. "You'll never be anyone's brother or husband again, you monster!" she screamed, her anger and hatred boiling over like a cauldron of fire.

The knife plunged into Vivek's shoulder, and he shrieked in agony, his body contorting in ways that seemed impossible. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he wailed, his voice shattering the air like fragile glass.

Vihaan, Shreyansh, Yuvaan, and Kunal watched the scene unfold with a mix of relief and grim satisfaction. They knew Vivek deserved every moment of this pain, every drop of blood he shed. Their faces reflected their shared desire for him to suffer, to pay for his crimes in full measure. "We should stop them now," one of them said, "or they'll kill him. But he deserves to suffer, to feel the pain he's inflicted on others." The four friends exchanged a somber smile,

Just as Vihaan or Yuvaan was about to intervene, Shreyansh's firm grip on their arm held them back. "Stay here and enjoy the show," Shreyansh said, his voice low and menacing, a grim smile spreading across his face.

"What the hell are you saying, idiot?" Vihaan exclaimed, his eyes widening in incredulity. "Don't you see? If Arya and Ashvi continue to beat Vivek like this, he'll be dead soon. And I don't want his dirty blood on their hands."

Shreyansh's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. "First of all, I'm not an idiot," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And don't worry, he won't die... yet. Just cool down and enjoy the spectacle. Vivek's getting what he deserves, and we're getting the satisfaction of watching him suffer."

Vihaan's face darkened with concern, but Shreyansh's grip only tightened, holding him in place. The air was thick with tension, the sound of Vivek's screams and the girls' angry shouts filling the space.

Vihaan rolled his eyes in exasperation, muttering under his breath, "Drama queen." Shreyansh shot back,

"I've heard that ."

Vihaan raised an eyebrow, "So what?" His tone was laced with skepticism, but Shreyansh just shook his head, his gaze drifting back to the intense scene unfolding before them.

Arya and Ashvi were relentless, their feet pounding into Vivek's battered body like a rhythmic drumbeat. Shreyansh's eyes sparkled with a morbid fascination, and he quipped, "It would have been more fun if there was popcorn."  Vihaan's and kunal jaw dropped, his eyes wide with incredulity, "Are you serious, bro?"

Yuvaan chuckled, enjoying the banter between his brothers, but his smile faltered as he turned back to the scene. "Leave him now," Shreyansh said, his voice tinged with a hint of concern, as Vivek's eyes began to glaze over, his body on the brink of collapse.

But Arya and Ashvi showed no mercy, their anger and hurt fueling their relentless assault. "Leave him, Ashvi!" Yuvaan shouted, trying to intervene, but the girls were unstoppable, their feet slamming into Vivek's limp form with a ferocity that made even Shreyansh wince

"Arya, leave him!" Shreyansh shouted, but she didn't stop. "Fuck!" he cursed, rushing to restrain her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her back as she struggled to break free. "Enough, calm down!" he urged, his voice firm but gentle.

Arya's face was twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "No...I want to beat him more, this bastard!" she spat, kicking out at Vivek's limp form. Yuvaan rushed to Ashvi's side, holding her back as she too tried to attack. "Calm down, Ashvi," he soothed, stroking her hair. "He killed my family...I want to kill him," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

Shreyansh held Arya firm, his arms a vice around her. "Leave me, Shrey...I want to beat him more, this animal!" she screamed, thrashing in his grasp. "ARYA!" Shreyansh bellowed, his voice a warning. She froze, her chest heaving with exertion. Shreyansh set her down, his eyes locked on hers.

"Take him to our other house and chain him in the basement," he ordered his men, who dragged Vivek's lifeless body away.

Vihaan's eyes snapped to Arya's shoulder, where a bound wound was now bleeding profusely, and his gaze darted to her wrist, his face contorted in concern. "Dammit!" he cursed, his voice low and urgent. Shreyansh, still holding Arya, followed Vihaan's gaze and panicked, his face etched with worry and anger.

Arya's eyes were drooping, her body weakening, and Shreyansh's grip on her tightened. "She's hurt her wound," Vihaan exclaimed, making everyone's eyes fall on her. Kunal swiftly sat down beside them, his hands moving with a calm urgency as he wrapped a handkerchief around Arya's shoulder. "Do we have a first-aid kit in the car?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

"I have one in my car," Vihaan replied, "I always keep it with my medicine." He sprinted to his car and returned with the kit in seconds. Shreyansh's scolding was laced with concern, "You're seriously crazy, Arya. You're fucking bleeding and in pain, but still, you kept fighting."

Arya's smile was meek, her eyes locking onto Shreyansh's as she whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you soon. If I do, I'll come back to you again." Her gaze was deep, her words filled with conviction. As Kunal tended to her wrist wound, Arya's grip on Shreyansh tightened, her body tensing as the antiseptic touched her shoulder wound, making her wince in pain.

"Thank God you called us on time, bhai," Yuvaan said, his voice filled with relief, still holding Ashvi, who was oblivious to their proximity. "You did the right thing," Vihaan added, his eyes locked on Arya, who was being tended to by Kunal.

Vihaan's voice broke the spell, his eyes narrowing in concern, "You're hurt too, Ashvi." His gaze fell on her wrist, where a faint bruise was forming, a testament to her own bravery. Yuvaan's eyes followed Vihaan's, and he winced, his face etched with worry. He gently grazed his fingers over her wound, and Ashvi glared at him, her eyes flashing with pain. She looked down, her face flushing, as Kunal began to treat her

"Vihaan's voice trembled with worry as he exclaimed, 'You also hurt Shreyansh!' Arya's eyes darted to Shreyansh's stomach, where a faint red stain was spreading. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. 'Oh, Shreyansh!' she whispered, her voice laced with concern. Softly, she touched the wound, which was thankfully not deep, but still made her wince. 'That shithead stabbed him! I'll kill him!' Arya's eyes blazed with fury as she tried to rise from Shreyansh's arms, but he pulled her back, his gaze locking onto hers, making her look down. Suddenly, the fearless Arya became a scared cat, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

Shreyansh reassured Vihaan, 'It's not deep, don't worry.' He then turned to Arya and said, 'Vihaan, go get my shirt from the car. I need to change before Maa and Papa see me; they'll worry.' Vihaan hurried towards the car as Kunal quickly applied medicine to Shreyansh's wound. After that, Shreyansh changed into a fresh shirt, his movements swift and gentle, despite the pain. Arya watched him, her eyes still wide with worry, but also filled with love and admiration.

"Let's go home," Vihaan said, his voice firm, breaking the tension. The group began to stir, slowly getting into the car,...

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As Kunal burst through the front door, his enthusiastic "Heyyy beautiful!" echoed through the hallway. Abhinash and Soumya, who had just entered the house, were caught off guard by Kunal's sudden move. Soumya's eyes widened in surprise,

"""Kunal '"""  put me down  """  but kuanl didn't listen her Kunal swept her into his arms, spinning her around in a dramatic circle.

Behind them, Vihaan, Shreyansh, Yuvaan, Ashvi, and Arya, who had been following in the car, exchanged amused glances. Vihaan chuckled, "Ye fir suru ho gaya" (Here we go again), shaking his head in amusement, as if accustomed to Kunal's antics...

As Abhinash pretended to be outraged, yelling "You brat!!! Put my wife down!", the group behind them couldn't help but laugh at the scene unfolding before them. They knew Kunal's playful nature and Abhinash's mock protectiveness, and the familiarity of it all only added to the warmth of the moment.

"Here is protectiveness alive," Kunal said teasingly, pecking Soumya on the forehead, making Abhinash hold his ear in mock pain. "You like to tease, don't you?" Abhinash asked Kunal, who smiled mischievously and said, "So much!"

"Heyy beautiful, he's getting old along with being annoyed, doesn't he?" Kunal teased, chuckling at Abhinash's pretend scowl.

Abhinash shot back, "Old? Me? Never! I'm just... seasoned, like a fine wine. And you're just a young trouble maker

Soumya joined forces with Kunal, teasing Abhinash about his age. "He's right, Abhi, you are getting old! Look at your hair, it's turning white!" she said with a playful smirk. Abhinash's eyes narrowed, and he pulled Soumya close, making her gasp as she glanced towards their children, who were now sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the exchange with amusement.

"Let's go to our room and  then   I will show you   how old I am," Abhinash said in a hitched tone, his voice low and playful, as he kissed  on her ear, making her face turn a deep shade of pink. Soumya's eyes sparkled with mirth, and she tried to hide her blush, but it only seemed to intensify.

"Without even doing anything, you start blushing! This habit of yours is going to be the death of me," Abhinash teased, hugging her close, his voice filled with affection.

Soumya scolded him, laughing, "Stop talking nonsense!" but her smile betrayed her, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She moved towards their children, who were now grinning at her, enjoying the playful banter

Abhinash moved towards his family, a curious smile on his face. "You all are looking happy today, what happened?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Shreyansh grinned mischievously, "Dad, we caught him!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph.

Abhinash's eyes widened, "Who? Vivek?" he asked, his voice firm, and all of them nodded their heads in unison.

Abhinash's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thank God! And you guys make sure he rots in hell and dies painfully," he said, his voice filled with intensity. "If you need any help or just need me to help, I know thousands of ways to make people die painfully," he added, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. " make sure he suffers,  make sure he begs for mercy,  make sure he regrets ever crossing us," he  whispered, his voice low and menacing.....

Soumya's eyes scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on Arya's hands and then Ashvi's bandaged form. Her voice trembled with worry as she asked, "What happened to you both?" Abhinash's eyes followed hers, his brow furrowed with concern, his face pale with worry.

"What happened to you both?" Abhinash demanded, his tone stern, his voice echoing through the room. "And Arya, we left you at home. Why are you with them?" He glared at her expecting an explanation,

Arya's eyes darted to Shreyansh, hoping he would save her from the scolding, but he just chuckled, his eyes moving to Yuvaan, Vihaan, and Kunal, who were clearly enjoying the exchange. Arya's frustration boiled over, and she let out a hushed but fiery "Bitches!" as she glared at the four men who were enjoying everything, her eyes flashing with anger.

The room fell silent, with all eyes on her. Ashvi discreetly nudged her with an elbow, reminding her that they weren't alone.  " """uncle and Aunty are  also here you dambo ," she whispered, her voice soft but urgent. Arya's face flushed as she bit her tongue, looking down, trying to escape the questioning.

But Abhinash wasn't letting up. "Arya, I asked you something," he said, his voice firm but laced with worry, his eyes narrowed.

"When you went outside, the doctor strictly told you to rest." Arya's shoulders slumped in defeat as she looked down, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I went with Ashvi to take lunch for them to the office. Shreyansh skipped breakfast, so I thought I'd take them their lunch." She sounded sheepish,...

Abhinash's voice was laced with worry and frustration as he exclaimed, "Like always, our men can deliver their lunch, but how did you both escape? Didn't these bodyguards stop you? What's the point of paying them if they can't even protect you?" His eyes fell on the wound on Ashvi's hand, and his anger intensified.

"They need to learn a lesson," Abhinash said, his jaw clenched, as he took a step forward, ready to confront the bodyguards. But Arya and Ashvi quickly grabbed his hands, holding him back.

"It's not their fault, Papa," Arya said, her voice soft and soothing, as she looked up at Abhinash with pleading eyes. "They stopped us too, but we told them to stay back and let us go alone."

"Yes, Uncle," Ashvi added, her voice laced with guilt. "We forced them to stay here and let us go alone." She glanced at Arya, who winked at her, and the other four men sensed that something was cooking in Arya's mind.

Shreyansh, in particular, looked at his wife with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, knowing that Arya was up to something.

Arya welled up fake tears in her eyes, knowing that her tears could save her and Ashvi from further scolding. She hugged Abhinash, her tears soaking into his shirt. "It's our mistake, Papa. We're sorry. Please don't fire anyone. Scold us instead."

Abhinash's heart melted as he embraced his daughters, his anger dissipating. "I was just worried for your safety. Vivek wasn't caught yet when you left the house, and you didn't even take bodyguards with you. I'm forgiving you this time, but remember, next time, take precautions."

Arya and Ashvi nodded their heads in unison, their eyes still shining with tears, as Abhinash gently wiped their tears away with his thumbs. "Now, go to your rooms," Soumya said, her voice soft and nurturing. "You both need rest."

With that, the two sisters turned and walked away, their footsteps quiet on the floor. Arya glanced back at Abhinash, who was still watching them with a mixture of concern and love. She smiled weakly, and Abhinash smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Yuvaan's voice trembled with worry as he asked, "Where is Prisha, Dad? She didn't come back from college yet?" His eyes scanned the room, searching for answers, and his three brothers, Vihaan, Kunal, and Shreyansh, turned to their parents with equal concern etched on their faces.

Soumya's expression was calm, but her voice hinted at a subtle unease. "She went to Kashmir with her friends, beta."

Yuvaan's brow furrowed, his protectiveness kicking in. "But I and Bhaiya denied her permission, Dad. Then how could she...?" He trailed off,

Abhinash's face softened, understanding his son's fears. "Yuvaan, we can't be overprotective all the time. We need to let your sister enjoy her life, make her own decisions. She went with her friends, and Janvi is with her, along with bodyguards. She's safe." He paused, his eyes locked on Yuvaan's. "We have to trust Prisha, son. She's growing up."

With that, Abhinash turned and left the room, leaving his sons to process the information. Yuvaan's shoulders sagged, his worry slowly giving way to understanding. He knew his father was right, but it was hard to shake off the instinct to protect his sister. His brothers nodded in agreement, trying to reassure him, but Yuvaan's eyes lingered on the door, his mind still with Prisha, his little sister....

Soumya's voice was laced with amusement as she said, "Don't know if you guys will even let her get married or not." She glanced at her sons, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think these four will scare off any potential suitors with their protectiveness."

Kunal, always ready with a quip, chimed in, "We'll make her husband a Ghar Jamai, Aunty!" He grinned mischievously,

But Vihaan, the voice of reason, intervened, "Stop it, guys! She's not that grown up to get married yet." He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, ending the discussion. "Let's not rush her into anything. She's still just a kid."

The room fell silent, with the brothers nodding in agreement. They knew Vihaan was right, but it was hard to shake off the instinct to protect their little sister.

Soumya's voice was laced with a hint of exhaustion as she asked, "Will you go to the hospital, Kunal? All of you have office work, and it's already evening." She looked at her sons, her eyes pleading for them to take it easy.

But Kunal, sprawled lazily on the sofa, let out a dramatic groan. "No, I'm not going anywhere till I've had dinner. I'm starving!" He stretched his arms above his head, arching his back in a languid stretch.

Yuvaan, Vihaan and Shreyansh, chimed in unison, "We're also not going anywhere." They exchanged a  glance, and

Soumya  added, "I was about to say that too. It's good to take a break and rest."

Soumya smiled, relieved that her sons were taking it easy. "Go freshen up and take some rest, ." She turned to Kunal, who was still lounging on the sofa, and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Aunty, can you please make kachodi? I haven't had your delicious kachodi in so long, and I'm craving it," he asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.

Soumya's face lit up with a warm smile. "Sure, I'll make it," she said, nodding her head. She headed towards the kitchen, leaving her sons to get some rest. As they left the room, Kunal called out, "Thanks, Aunty! I love your kachodi!" His voice was filled with excitement, and Soumya's heart swelled with love for her sons.

Soumya's eyes sparkled with warmth as she asked Vihaan, "Do you want to eat something special, beta?" Her voice was laced with affection, and Vihaan's face lit up with a smile.

"Everything you cook is delicious, Aunty," Vihaan replied, his eyes shining with sincerity. "You're the best cook in the world!"

Yuvaan, feeling a pang of jealousy, chimed in, "Maa, ask me too! I'm your son too!" He pretended to pout, his eyes playfully accusing his mother of neglecting him.

Kunal, never one to miss an opportunity, teased Yuvaan, "Jealous bastard!" He tossed a pillow towards Yuvaan, who caught it deftly, laughing.

"Hey, watch it!" Yuvaan said, grinning, as he tossed the pillow back at Kunal.

Soumya's face glowed with happiness as she said, "I'll cook food for all four of your favorite dishes! You'll all be happy!" She bustled off towards the kitchen, leaving her sons to their banter.

As Shreyansh was also about to go to his room but he stop when he heard Kunal teasing words

Kunal teased, "Look at him, he can't survive without his wife for even a moment! What can he do, poor guy? He's stuck to her like glue! Look how he's following her everywhere, Arya left just 2 minutes ago and look, he's going after her!  """ poor Ansh """

" You bastard " Shreyansh glared at him but completely ignored him moving towards his room

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As Trisha's trembling hands opened the diary, her eyes widened in horror as she began to read Vihaan's heart-wrenching words. The pages revealed a childhood shattered by pain, sadness, and hardship, a stark contrast to the vibrant tapestry of love and happiness she had always known.

"Not everyone's childhood is a kaleidoscope of colors, filled with the warmth of parents' love and the joy of happy memories," Vihaan wrote, his words dripping with a deep sorrow. "Mine was a canvas of darkness, painted with the tears of a child who longed for love, but was met with only shadows."

Trisha's heart ached as she read on, her eyes brimming with tears. Vihaan's words cut deep, revealing a childhood devoid of parental love, a family torn apart by secrets and lies.

"Not everyone has parents who love them unconditionally," he wrote, his voice cracking with emotion. "Not everyone has a happy family, where laughter and smiles fill the air. Mine was a home of silence, where tears fell like rain, and sorrow lingered in every corner."

As Trisha delved deeper into the diary, she felt Vihaan's pain, his anguish, and his desperation. His words were a cry for help, a plea for love, and a testament to the resilience of a child who refused to give up, despite the darkness that surrounded him.

"I had only one person to call my family - my mother, my guardian angel, my superhero. She was the embodiment of strength and resilience, a warrior who battled the cruel world to shield me from its harsh realities. With every breath, she endured the bitter taunts of society, swallowing their venomous words to protect me from their sting. Yet, they branded her a wicked woman, and me, an illegitimate child - a label that cut deeper than any knife."

Vihaan's words dripped with anguish, his pain palpable as he recounted the childhood he never had. "I was a stranger to happiness, a concept as foreign as a sunny day in a world shrouded in darkness. My childhood was a never-ending canvas of sorrow and pain, a masterpiece of misery painted with the tears of a helpless child. And through it all, I watched my mother's life force ebb away, her light flickering out with every passing moment."

""Illegitimate child ' "" Trisha  lips trembled while speaking that word....

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