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"Humara bacha" (Our child), he whispered, his voice trembling with joy, his eyes brimming with tears of happiness.
She was numb in his arms, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions swirling inside her - love, fear, anxiety, and excitement. He finally knew the news, and his reaction was all she had hoped for - pure, unadulterated joy.
A soft, tender smile spread across his lips as he gazed at her little bump, his eyes filled with wonder, his heart overflowing with love. He gently placed his palm on her stomach, and she inhaled a sharp breath, feeling a surge of emotions - happiness, gratitude, and relief.
This touch was all it took to melt her fears, her doubts, and her worries, to make her feel seen, heard, and loved. The feelings inside her were ready to forgive everything for the sake of their baby, for the sake of their family.
She yearned for a peaceful life, free from fights, arguments, and misunderstandings, a life filled with love, laughter, and adventure.
All she wanted was her own little world, where love was the guiding force, where every day was a new beginning, a new chance to make memories, to cherish each other. Was this too much to ask? Her inner self mocked her, but she pushed the doubts aside, letting hope and optimism take over.
"Haa humara bacha" (Yes, our child), she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, a happy smile spreading across her face, her eyes shining with tears of joy.
He helped her stand up, his emotions overwhelming him, his heart bursting with love and gratitude. He gazed at her face, drinking in every feature, every curve, every line, and then suddenly hugged her tightly, his arms enveloping her in a warm, comforting embrace, making her feel safe, loved, and cherished.
Her eyes closed, and she felt his heartbeat synchronize with hers, their love pulsing through their veins like lifeblood. They stood there, lost in the moment, lost in each other, with their unborn baby nestled safely between them, a symbol of their love, a reminder of their commitment to each other.
This was what happiness felt like - pure, unadulterated bliss. She patted his back, knowing exactly how he felt, knowing that this moment was a turning point in their lives, a moment that would stay with them forever.
Suddenly, she felt her shoulder get wet, and she realized he was crying, his tears of joy mingling with her own. She broke the hug and looked up at his face, his eyes shining with tears, his smile radiant, his face etched with happiness.
She cupped his face in her soft, small palms, her thumbs wiping away his tears, her touch gentle, soothing, and loving.
"Why are you crying?" she asked, her voice gentle, her eyes filled with love and concern. His hands rested on her waist, his fingers digging gently into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "It's... it's... just," he tried to reply, his voice choked with emotion, his words stuck in his throat.
But she didn't need him to explain. _She knew exactly what he felt - the overwhelming joy, the gratitude, the love, the fear, the anxiety.
"I know, I know, no need to explain," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, her voice filled with understanding and empathy. For a few seconds, they just gazed at each other, the world around them melting away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little world.
"How fast time changes, na?" she said suddenly, her voice filled with wonder, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He kissed her palm, his lips warm, his eyes shining with love and adoration.
"The immature girl who just used to love herself, do whatever shit she wants, is now going to be a mother," she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mirth, her voice filled with nostalgia. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his face etched with happiness.
"Yeah, time actually changes really fast," he said, his voice filled with awe, his eyes shining with gratitude. "The man who forgot what emotions and love are, who was just filled with anger and attitude, is now going to be a father." His voice was filled with emotion, his words spoken from the heart.
He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her palm, the love that radiated from her very being. In this moment, he knew that he was home, that he was exactly where he was meant to be - with the love of his life, with their unborn child.
"Can we forget everything and start from scratch?" Her words pierced his heart, awakening a glimmer of hope within him. The desperation in her voice was palpable, and he knew exactly what she was asking for - to erase the pain and start anew.
"Yes, we can," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he gazed into her eyes. The weight of his promise settled heavily on his shoulders, but he was resolute in his determination to make things right. "But only when they apologize for what they did to you." His jaw clenched, and his eyes flashed with anger at the mere thought of those who had hurt her.
"No need for that now, let's just forget it," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading for him to let go of the past. The vulnerability in her tone was heartbreaking, and he felt his chest constrict with emotion.
"You can forget, but I won't," he vowed, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with intensity. The pain and anger he had been carrying for so long threatened to boil over, but he held it in check, his gaze never wavering from hers. "They will apologize, and that's my promise." His words were a solemn oath, a promise to fight for her justice and protect her from harm.
She gazed at his fractured palm, and memories of his accident came flooding back. The concern etched on her face was a balm to his soul, and he felt his heart swell with love for her. "Avyaan," she whispered, her voice soft with worry.
He guided her to the sofa, and as they sat down, she asked, "How did you get into an accident?" His face contorted, and before she could sit comfortably, he pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her like a shield.
"Biwi, it was an accident, which means I don't know how it happened, right?" His fingers began tracing her cheeks, and his eyes held a mix of emotions - love, concern, and adoration. The gentle touch sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her heart flutter in response.
"Now tell me," his eyes sparkled with excitement, "when did you find out about... everything?" His voice was filled with anticipation, and he held his breath, waiting for her response.
She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck, and began to speak. But the memories of that fateful day came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm her. The pain and fear she had endured still lingered, and he could see the shadows of it in her eyes.
"Biwi," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress, his eyes filled with love and concern. He pulled her closer, his arms holding her tight, as if he could shield her from the pain of the past.
She smiled, took a deep breath, and decided to focus on the good things that had happened that day. The courage and resilience she had shown in the face of adversity inspired him, and he felt his heart swell with pride and love for her.
"On my birthday, when I was getting ready, I received my reports, and they showed that I'm pregnant," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions - shock, fear, and joy. The pain in her eyes was palpable, and he could feel his heart clenching in response.
"But that day wasn't ours," she added, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. His heart ached for her, and he smiled back, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay.
"Means our baby is 2 months old now?" he asked, his palm gently resting on her little bump. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his voice was filled with wonder. She nodded, a chuckle escaping her lips, and he could see the tension in her body easing.
He pecked her little bump, and she smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. But a sudden question crept into her mind, making her drown in her thoughts. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes clouded with uncertainty.
Still lost in thought, she casually asked, "Aren't you angry with me for not telling you about my pregnancy?" Her voice was laced with apprehension, and her eyes searched his face for any sign of anger or resentment.
His gaze locked onto hers, and he replied, "I'm sad for not knowing it earlier, but I could never be angry. You had your reasons, and I respect that." His voice was laced with empathy and understanding, and his eyes shone with love and adoration.
"Now, stop overthinking, you dumbo," he teased, pecking her head. The tension in her body eased, and she smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
As they talked for over an hour, she learned about everything that had happened in the past months. She discovered that amaira and Siya were out of the coma but still bedridden. Her heart swelled with emotion, and she felt grateful that they were alive.
Her thoughts turned to Varun, the one who had shot her. "What about him?" Ishika asked, her voice laced with concern and a hint of fear.
"He's resting," Avyaan replied, his face hidden in the crook of her neck. His breath fanned on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His voice was casual, but she could sense a hint of something more beneath the surface.
"Where?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing, her mind racing with possibilities.
"In hell," he said casually, his voice devoid of emotion. Her eyes widened in shock, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
"You killed him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.
Before she could complete her question, he spoke, "I didn't kill him. He killed himself. I didn't even touch him." A sly smirk spread across his face, and Ishika knew that there was more to the story than he was letting on. His eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction, and she could sense the depth of his emotions, the complexity of his feelings.
Flashback
One month ago, Avyaan stepped out of the Rajasthan airport, dressed in a sleek black shirt, long coat, and formal black trousers.
The cold air enveloped him, and he slipped on his glasses, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Jo jo bigda hai, sab sahi karne ka waqt hai ab," he muttered to himself, his voice low and resolute. He slid into the car, and the driver looked back for directions.
"Rajput house," Avyaan commanded, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The driver nodded and drove towards the house. It was 7 in the evening, and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. The air was crisp and soothing, carrying the promise of a chilly winter night.
As the car screeched to a halt, Avyaan stepped out, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He walked towards the gate, but a voice halted him in his tracks.
"Bohot jaldi aagaye, mujhe laga do char janam lenge aap aane mein," the voice teased. Avyaan turned to face the speaker, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Rahul stood before him, a smirk playing on his lips. He removed his headphones and walked towards Avyaan, his eyes glinting with amusement. Avyaan stood firm, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes never leaving Rahul's face.
"Taunting me?" Avyaan asked, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Nah, jiju, just asking a casual question," Rahul replied, his smirk mirroring Avyaan's.
Avyaan's smirk faltered, and he thought to himself, "Dono bhai behen bas ulta jawab dena jaante hai." He shook his head, his eyes never leaving Rahul's face.
"Where's your di?" Avyaan asked, his voice firm, his eyes scanning the balcony above. The door was open, and he knew she was in her room.
"Don't look there, you won't meet her," Rahul said, his hands folded across his chest, a hint of defiance in his voice.
Avyaan raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And why do you think I'll listen to you?" he asked, his hands mirroring Rahul's, folded across his chest.
"You've got to," Rahul said, his voice laced with a hint of challenge, his eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. Avyaan's heart skipped a beat as he realized he was unprepared for this moment.
"Acha, let's forget about listening to me, but tell me, what will you say to her now if you meet her, huh?" Avyaan's eyes dropped, and he remained silent, unsure of how to respond, his mind a jumble of emotions.
He had been so focused on seeing her again that he hadn't thought about what he would say, how he would apologize, how he would make things right. The weight of his mistakes bore down on him, threatening to crush him.
Rahul took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. "I knew you wouldn't have any answers," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness, a hint of disappointment.
"You've done your businessman work and come back, but what about your husband duties? You still don't know what your wife exactly wants, do you?" Avyaan's silence was deafening, and Rahul's words hung in the air like a challenge, like a slap in the face.
Rahul's expression turned serious, and he spoke, his voice filled with conviction, filled with emotion. "Your wife needs an apology for the disrespect your family showed her. Your wife needs that killer to feel the same pain she felt, and your sister felt. Your wife needs her husband's support, his understanding. And I don't think that's too much to ask, is it?"
Avyaan's eyes widened, and he felt like he had been punched in the gut, like his world had been turned upside down. Rahul's words had left him breathless and speechless.
But in that moment, Avyaan knew what he had to do. He would take care of his wife, give her what she needed, make things right. He would do whatever it took to regain her trust, to heal her wounds.
His eyes searched for her once more, but she was nowhere to be found. He made a mental note to take care of everything she wanted before taking her back.
"Take care of her," Avyaan said, his voice firm, filled with determination, as he turned to leave. Rahul nodded, a small smile on his face.
Avyaan walked towards his car, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had to do.
He dialed a number on his phone, and as soon as the call was picked up, he spoke, his voice firm and commanding. "Don't tell me you still can't find him. Take more people, but find him at any cost. I want him, no matter what it takes."
His words were laced with a hint of desperation, a hint of urgency. He needed to find the killer, needed to make him pay for what he had done. With that, he ended the call, his eyes blazing with determination, his heart burning with a desire for justice.
One week later...
The helicopter hovered above its destination, its rotors whirring softly as it came to a standstill.
Avyaan's heart was racing with anticipation, his eyes fixed on the terrace below, searching for a glimpse of her. And then, he saw her - the woman he loved, the woman who had captured his heart.
She was drying her wet hair, her face tilted upwards, and Avyaan's heart skipped a beat as he drank in the sight of her. He felt like he was drowning in the depths of her beauty, his soul craving to be with her.
For the past week, this had been his daily ritual - flying over her house, catching glimpses of her, and storing them away in his memory.
It was a bittersweet feeling, being so close yet so far. But he was grateful for these moments, no matter how fleeting they were. He felt like a starving man, feasting on the sight of her, his heart aching with longing.
He reached for the telescope beside him, his hands trembling slightly as he focused it on her. His eyes held a deep longing, a love so strong it threatened to consume him. She was his everything, his reason for being.
As he watched, she put the towel down on the swing, picked up a water jug, and began to tend to the plants, humming a soft tune. Avyaan's lips curved into a smile, his eyes never leaving hers. He was entranced by her beauty, her grace. He felt like he was in a trance, his heart beating in sync with hers.
But as she picked up the towel and began to walk towards the door, Avyaan felt a pang of sadness. He couldn't bear the thought of being apart from her, of not being able to hold her in his arms. His heart ached with a deep longing. He felt like he was losing his grip on reality, his mind consumed by thoughts of her.
Just then, his phone rang, breaking the spell. He picked up the call, his voice low and husky. "Rana sa, we found him," the voice on the other end said. Avyaan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in determination. He felt a surge of adrenaline, his heart racing with anticipation.
He ended the call, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. He looked out of the window one last time, his eyes scanning the empty terrace.
Closing his coat button, he sat straight, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. "Let's go," he commanded, his voice firm and resolute. The helicopter lifted off, leaving behind the only woman Avyaan had ever loved.
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Avyaan stood tall, his eyes fixed on the man who had single-handedly destroyed his life, his heart still reeling from the pain and betrayal. Varun, the culprit, knelt before him, his hands and legs bound, but his body surprisingly unscathed, a fact that only added to Avyaan's growing unease.
"Make him sit in my car," Avyaan instructed his guards, his voice devoid of emotions, but laced with an underlying threat that sent a shiver down Varun's spine. The guards sprang into action, lifting Varun to his feet and dragging him outside, the sound of Varun's labored breathing echoing through the air.
"I-im sorry, Rana sa..." Varun stammered, his voice trembling with fear, but Avyaan's roar cut him off, the sound sending a chill down Varun's spine. "I said, make him sit in my car!" The guards hastened their pace, and Varun was thrown into the car beside Avyaan, his heart racing with fear.
One of the guards approached Avyaan, his head bowed in respect. "Rana sa, we can kill him. Why resist?" Avyaan's gaze turned icy, his voice dripping with disdain and a hint of sadness. "It's none of your business." He turned the key in the ignition and sped away, leaving the guards behind, the sound of the car's engine fading into the distance.
Varun sat beside him, his eyes fixed on Avyaan's profile, his mind racing with thoughts of his impending doom. "W-what are you up to?" he stuttered, trying to gather some courage, but his voice was barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat.
Avyaan's lips curled into a smirk, but he remained silent, enjoying Varun's growing unease, the tension between them palpable. The car screeched to a halt, and Varun's eyes widened as he took in the grandeur of the Rathore mansion, its imposing structure looming before them like a specter.
"Why...why did you bring me here?" Varun asked, his voice trembling with fear, his eyes darting around wildly, searching for an escape. But Avyaan didn't respond. Instead, he stepped out of the car and walked towards the mansion, leaving Varun behind, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the air.
The guards approached, pulling Varun out of the car and dragging him towards the mansion, Varun's heart racing with fear, his mind reeling with the implications of his actions. He had forgotten about karma, but karma never forgot anyone, and now he was about to face the consequences of his actions.
As they entered the mansion, Varun's eyes scanned the opulent decor, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. But Avyaan's guards were too strong, too well-trained, and Varun was dragged deeper into the mansion, further into the depths of his own despair. He stumbled, his legs trembling beneath him, but the guards held him firm, their grip like a vice.
Avyaan walked ahead, his back straight, his shoulders squared, his heart heavy with the weight of his own emotions. He knew what he had to do, and he was determined to see it through, no matter the cost.
"Yashhh!" Avyaan's voice thundered through the mansion, echoing off the walls as he summoned his brother. The next minute, Yash was standing before him, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Call everyone now," Avyaan instructed, his voice firm and commanding. Yash nodded and sprinted upstairs, leaving Avyaan standing alone in the grand hall.
Minutes ticked by, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. The entire family began to assemble, their faces etched with concern and confusion. Avyaan's gaze swept across the room, his eyes locking onto his chachisa, her face pale and worried.
He moved forward, his steps deliberate and calculated. With a sudden jerk, he grabbed Varun's collar and hurled him to the ground, sending him crashing at his chachisa's feet. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with shock and fear.
"Slap him," Avyaan growled, his voice low and menacing. "Slap him, he's the real culprit behind your daughter's suffering. Slap him!" His words dripped with venom, his eyes blazing with anger.
His chachisa trembled, her hands shaking as she raised them to slap Varun. But Avyaan's words were laced with a deeper meaning, a hidden truth that only he knew. He remembered the day his chachisa had slapped Ishika, the day she had wronged his wife. He had been absent then, but the memory still seared his soul.
"Chachisa, I'm telling you, slap him!" Avyaan's voice rose, his anger boiling over. "The way you slapped my biwi, the queen of Rajasthan, chachisa." His words were a mockery, a reminder of her past mistakes.
His chachisa's eyes widened, her face ashen with fear. She knew she was trapped, caught in her own web of deceit. She glanced at Varun, then back at Avyaan, her eyes pleading for mercy.
"Don't look at him like you're seeing him for the first time, chachisa," Avyaan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You know him, don't you? You know him from the very start, who he was and what he was doing." His words struck like a dagger, piercing his chachisa's heart.
The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the family members. Avyaan's chachisa's face crumpled, her eyes welling up with tears. She knew she was exposed, her secrets laid bare before the entire family.
"Yeah, chachisa, you know him," Avyaan repeated, his voice relentless. "You know what your daughter's been doing, don't you? You know everything, and yet you blamed my biwi, my Ishika, for your own mistakes." His words were a condemnation, a verdict that left his chachisa shattered and broken.
Everyone in the room grasped the weight of Avyaan's words, and the meaning behind them. The air was thick with tension, and then, a loud slap echoed through the hall, making everyone's head turn. Mehek's face contorted in pain as her husband's hand connected with her cheek, his anger and sadness palpable.
"How could you destroy your own daughter's life and then blame someone else?" her husband's voice thundered, his words laced with a deep sense of betrayal. Avyaan took a step back, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him. It was not his place to intervene, not now. He nodded to one of his guards, who escorted Varun out of the hall, leaving the family to confront their own demons.
Avyaan turned to leave, but his dadisa's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Avyaan, where are you going?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. Avyaan turned to face her, his eyes locked on hers. "To find the other culprit," he replied, his voice firm and resolute.
His dadisa's eyes narrowed, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, taking a step forward. Avyaan's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with determination. "Varun wasn't acting alone, Dadisa. There's someone else, someone who instructed him to destroy my wife's life." His words hung in the air, heavy with implication.
"Who?" his dadisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Avyaan's eyes locked on hers, his voice low and husky. "Pratap Singh Rathore." The name hung in the air, a challenge, a declaration of war.
His dadisa's face paled, but she stood tall, her eyes flashing with determination. "He's not an Rathore, Avyaan. Go ahead." Avyaan nodded, a fierce glint in his eye. He turned and walked away, leaving his dadisa and the rest of the family to pick up the pieces.
As he emerged from the mansion, Avyaan was met with a sight that made his blood run cold. Varun's lifeless body lay on the ground, a gun still clutched in his hand. The guards stood around him, their faces somber.
"Rana sa, he snatched the gun and shot himself before we could stop him," one of the guards explained, his voice laced with regret. Avyaan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Throw him in the jungle," he commanded, his voice cold and detached.
With that, Avyaan turned and walked away, his mind already focused on his next mission: finding Pratap and bringing him to justice.
But still after searching for him for more than two weeks he couldn't find his so he decided to first, to clear the air with his wife, to make things right between them. The thought of her filled him with a sense of longing, a sense of purpose. He would find Pratap, and he would bring him to her feet, no matter what it took.
After this decision on the next day only he met with the accident, but it was really a accident?, this thing still held the mystery.
Flashback end.
Avyaan and Ishika sat together in the back seat of the car, their hands entwined as they embarked on a new journey. Avyaan had just been discharged from the hospital, and all he needed was rest and the love of his wife. He gazed out of the window, lost in thought, but when he realized Ishika had been silent for over five minutes, he turned to look at her.
Her head rested on his shoulder, a gentle pout on her lips as she slept peacefully. Avyaan's heart swelled with love, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. He gently pecked her on the head, his lips brushing against her hair.
Just then, his phone rang, shrill in the silence. Avyaan quickly picked up, not wanting to disturb Ishika's sleep. "Avyaan, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you here," his dadisa's voice came through the line.
Avyaan smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. "I'm sorry, Dadisa, but I won't be able to make it today. I'm heading to the Rajput house, and I'll be back tomorrow morning with some great news for you." His voice was filled with promise and conviction.
"Really? Great news? Okay, I'll wait patiently for you, then," his dadisa replied, her voice filled with curiosity and excitement. Avyaan ended the call and looked down at Ishika's peaceful face, his heart overflowing with love.
He gazed at their entwined hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, and felt a deep sense of connection and belonging. he whispered softly, his voice filled with emotion, "ye aakhri baar tha jab hum Juda huve, ab toh sirf maut hi Juda kr sakti hai hume pr marne se pehle ek aakhri khwaish bhi yahi hogi ki tum fir milo agle janam"
I hope now everything is clear, and hope I've given every answer of thr question you'll asked in my dms, that what was he doing in that one month when he was in rajasthan only?
I could've only write this biggest chapter in one day cause tommorrow is my maths exam, aur tumhari author ko maths ka 'm' bhi nai aata toh sone se acha ye likhdiyað¥°
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