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Okay okay, stop cursing me, I'm not gonna separate them like a Ekta Kapoor TV show, that after 5 or 6 years later she will be back with her baby, hell no.
Like everytime the twist will be different, just trust með
The dark night was different today, the cold winds howling like a mournful cry, as a lone figure sat in a room, hugging her knees to her chest. Her head was buried in her hands, and her body shook with sobs, the only sound echoing in the dark room, illuminated only by the faint, silvery glow of the moon.
That's when her phone rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the oppressive silence. She looked at the caller ID, her heart skipping a beat as she hoped against hope that it was him, but it turned out to be her best friend, Mahi. Her eyes, already puffy and red from crying, welled up with tears once more as she picked up the call.
"Hello, Ishuu, are you fine?" Mahi's voice was warm and concerned, but Ishika's throat was dry and constricted, making it hard for her to speak. "Y-yeah," she stuttered, trying to hold back the tears.
Mahi's voice was a soothing balm to Ishika's frazzled nerves. "Are you home, right? I know you're not fine, bacha, but don't worry, soon I'll be there." Ishika's mind was a jumble of emotions, but Mahi's words brought her a sense of comfort.
But then, her thoughts turned to Siya and Amaira, and her heart skipped a beat. "Mahi, is Siya and Amaira fine?" her voice came out shakily, laced with fear and anxiety.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Ishika's heart sank. "Mahi, please tell me, na, or I'll die here with guilt," she begged, her voice cracking with emotion.
Mahi's voice was gentle, but the words she spoke were like a blow to Ishika's heart. "Ishu, Ishu, stop crying, okay? Siya is still in the ICU, but..." Ishika's breath hitched on the 'but', her heart racing with anticipation.
"But what, Mahi? Please tell me," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mahi's words were like a dagger to Ishika's heart. "But Amaira came out of the ICU, she was fine for a while, but... she went into a coma." Ishika felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her.
She gulped, trying to process the information. "But she'll be fine, right?" she asked, her voice laced with hope.
Mahi's response was measured, but it didn't alleviate Ishika's fears. "Yeah, she'll be fine, but the doctors said they don't know when she'll come out of the coma." Ishika felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more.
As she spoke to Mahi, Ishika's thoughts turned to Avyaan, and her heart ached with longing. "How's Avyaan?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mahi's response was diplomatic, but Ishika could sense the underlying tension. "He's fine, but a little angry too. Even I'm hurt that you didn't inform me about what was going on in your life, but remember, I'm not angry with you, and never will be, okay?"
Ishika felt a pang of guilt, but she knew she had to see her family, to support them in this difficult time. "Mahi, I want to come there," she said, despite Avyaan's warning.
But Mahi's response was firm. "Ishuu, you know when I found out Avyaan locked you in a room, I was on the verge of slapping him, but what stopped me, you know?" Ishika's curiosity was piqued.
"What?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.
Mahi's words were a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. "Even for a scratch on the princess, the punishment is death, and currently, Chachisa is out of control. If you come in front of her, I don't know what she'll do." Ishika felt a shiver run down her spine.
The call ended, and Ishika was left alone with her thoughts once more. She looked at the clock, the time glowing like a cruel joke. 11:55. Her birthday, which had started with so much promise, had turned into a nightmare.
She chuckled, a bitter, mirthless sound. "Wow, Kanha, what a birthday it was, superb." But the laughter was short-lived, and she broke down once more, her saree drenched with tears.
As she cried, her gaze fell on the report she was holding, and for a moment, a small smile played on her lips. She touched her tummy, a sense of wonder and awe filling her heart.
She gently touched her tummy, a sense of wonder and awe washing over her. "Baby, whatever happened on mumma's birthday was her fault," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "but you gave me the bestest surprise, thank you." Her lips curled into a soft, serene smile as she spoke to the tiny life growing inside her.
As she murmured sweet nothings to her unborn child, her eyelids began to droop, her eyes slowly closing as sleep beckoned. Her body relaxed, her tense muscles releasing their pent-up anxiety, as she surrendered to the exhaustion that had been building up all day.
In that moment, all her worries, all her fears, seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility. She felt a deep connection to the life growing inside her, a sense of purpose and meaning that transcended all the chaos and turmoil that had erupted around her.
As she drifted off to sleep, a soft whisper escaped her lips, a promise to her unborn child. "I'll protect you, baby, no matter what. I'll keep you safe, always." And with that, she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep, her heart filled with a sense of hope and renewal.
7 star hotel, rajasthan
The two men sat on the plush sofa, their whiskey glasses raised in a toast to their victory. "What a win, Mr. Pratap Singh Rathore, congratulations!" The other man's voice was laced with admiration as he addressed the elderly Pratap Singh Rathore, who sat before him like a monarch, his presence commanding fire.
Pratap Singh Rathore, the elder son of Meera Singh Rathore and uncle of Avyaan, had harbored a deep-seated grudge against the Rathores for years. The rivalry between them had been simmering, waiting to boil over, ever since his son Vijay's demise.
Vijay had paid the ultimate price for laying his hands on the queen, Ishika Avyaan Singh Rathore. His death had only served to fuel Pratap's vendetta, his anger and resentment burning brighter with each passing day.
"That day, I vowed to destroy them, to bring them to their knees, and it would all be through Ishika," Pratap's voice was low and menacing, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "She was the reason my son died, and now she'll be the reason for their downfall."
He raised his glass, a sly smile spreading across his face. "The win was ours, there was no chance of failing this plan." He turned to Varun, his eyes shining with pride. "Varun, Varun, you don't know what you've accomplished."
Varun chuckled, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "Oh, come on, Pratap uncle, it wasn't that big of a deal. That girl Amaira made it easy for me; she was easy to fool." He leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in his eye.
"But the plan was genius, placing the gun in Ishika's room before the chaos, and my timing of shooting Amaira at the exact moment when Ishika triggered the gun...it was perfect."
Pratap's face lit up with admiration. "I'm proud of you, Varun. Tell me, what do you want as a reward?"
Varun's response was immediate, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Ishika." Pratap's smile faltered, his expression turning cold.
"She's yours," Pratap's voice was devoid of emotion. "Do whatever you want with her." Varun's face lit up with a triumphant smile.
"Thank you, uncle," he spoke, his voice dripping with excitement. As he gazed at Ishika's image in his mind, his eyes burned with an unquenchable fire, his lust for her consuming him whole.
Pratap's voice cut through the air, his words laced with cunning. "But don't do anything now. Let them throw her out of the house first."
Varun nodded, his mind already racing with the possibilities, his heart burning with anticipation.
Rathore mansion, the next morning.
The team of nurses walked in, carefully carrying the princesses on their beds, leading them to their respective rooms. The beeping of medical machines and the soft murmur of the nurses filled the air as they worked to stabilize the princesses' conditions.
Behind them, Reyansh walked, holding his mother's shoulder from one side, while his father held her from the other, their faces etched with worry and concern.
Avyaan's heart sank as he watched his family file into the hospital room, their faces pale and drawn. His dadisa, dad, and Shreya and Yash all settled into the hall, The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions.
Meera Rathore finally broke the silence, her voice firm and authoritative. "We don't know what happened, and the truth can only be uncovered by Ishika." Amaira's mother, Mehek, jerked upright, her face twisted in anger.
"Truth?" she spat, her voice venomous. "I want her dead!" Avyaan's hand fisted tightly, his heart clenching at the thought of Ishika's death. It was a blow he couldn't bear.
Meera Rathore's voice was calm, but it sent a shiver down Mehek's spine.
"Mehek, look at your tone. Everyone is shocked by this sudden turn of events. We will find out the truth, but you can't speak of a queen like that." Mehek's anger flared, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Really?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "I think you're forgetting that a scratch on a princess is punishable by death. And now you'll break this rule for her?" Meera Rathore stood tall, her eyes flashing with intensity.
"When did I say I'm breaking the rule?" she countered, her voice firm. "No one knows who shot them, and that's enough to not give her punishment." Mehek's face twisted in a snarl.
"The gun in her hand is proof!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. Avyaan's heart clenched, remembering the gun, but he knew Ishika wouldn't shoot his sister. She would rather die than harm them.
He knew his biwi, but what was causing him pain was her lie. She had lied to him whenever he asked what was wrong. She never uncovered the truth, which today led to her sisters sleeping in comas.
Yes, yesterday Siya too went into coma, the place she was shooted was not fatal, but it could injure them badly, and their bodies, still growing, reacted to the trauma.
"There was a gun in her hand, but who saw her shoot?" Meera Rathore asked, her voice silencing Mehek's protests. Mehek opened her mouth to respond, but Meera Rathore cut her off.
"Enough, now only Ishika will uncover the truth. After that, we'll see further," she declared, her voice firm and authoritative.
Rajesh Rathore and Ravi Rathore nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. They trusted Ishika, knew she couldn't do something like this, but their hearts still held a lingering fear.
"Go and call Ishika down," Meera ordered one of the workers. But before anyone could respond, Mehek got up and walked upstairs, her determination evident in every step. "I will bring her down," she muttered to herself, a menacing glint in her eye.
No one dared to stop her as she marched upstairs, her anger and grief simmering just below the surface. She reached Ishika's room and smirked to herself. "What do they think? That I'll obey them? No, I'll kill Ishika with my own hands," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
Just as she was about to open the door, Avyaan appeared out of nowhere, his white shirt stained with blood, his hair messy and falling across his forehead. His eyes were tired and sunken, etched with the weight of his sisters' injuries.
"Chachisa, I'll call her. You go down," he said, his voice firm but respectful. Mehek's eyes flashed with anger, but Avyaan stood his ground, his hand on the door handle, blocking her path.
"Why? I'll call her," Mehek spat, trying to push past Avyaan. But he held firm, his eyes locked on hers. "Please, Chachisa," he pleaded, his voice softening.
Mehek's glare could have frozen blood, but she eventually backed down, storming downstairs with a fierce determination. Avyaan let out a sigh of relief and opened the door, peeking inside. The room was dark, the only light coming from the sunlight streaming through the open door.
"Ishika," he called out softly, but there was no response. His throat dried, and he felt a pang of fear. He walked inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. That's when he saw her, sleeping beside the open door, her face pale and wan.
Avyaan's heart clenched, but he knew he had to hide his emotions. He couldn't forget what had happened to his sisters, and he couldn't let Ishika see his pain. He walked over to her, his footsteps quiet on the floor.
"Bi-Ishika," he whispered, kneeling down beside her and shaking her shoulders slightly. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry at first. But as she focused on Avyaan's face, a smile spread across her lips, and she jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.
But Avyaan remained frozen, his arms not returning her embrace. Ishika's heart sank, but she didn't let go. She held on to him, her eyes locked on his, searching for any sign of affection. But his next words made her eyes fill with tears.
"Ishika, leave me"
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