Tara parked her car outside the hospital and hurriedly got Roohi admitted. The doctors swiftly moved Roohi into a ward for examination, while Tara, filled with concern, stood by, anxiously watching them. Her worry deepened as she waited for the doctors to assess Roohi's condition.
Inside the ward, Taraâs eyes were fixed on the doctor administering an injection to Roohi. As the doctor turned towards her, Tara forced a smile, masking her fear.
"Doctor, how is she?" Tara asked, her voice laced with anxiety.
The doctor sighed gently. "Don't worry, she's just exhausted," the doctor replied in a reassuring tone. "She seems to be frightened, and it looks like she hasn't eaten anything. Thatâs likely why sheâs so weak."
Taraâs worry didnât ease as the doctor continued. "She also has some injuries-deep cuts on her elbows, feet, and palms. It looks like she might have fallen at some point," the doctor explained, her brow furrowed as she reviewed the extent of Roohi's wounds.
Seeing Taraâs lingering concern, the doctor added, "But sheâll be fine now. There's nothing to worry about." The doctor offered a comforting smile before glancing back at Roohi, still unconscious on the bed.
After finishing the updates, the doctor left the ward, leaving Tara alone with Roohi. Though that girl was still unconscious, Tara decided to stay by her side, waiting for Roohi to wake up, her thoughts racing but filled with quiet determination.
Abhimanyu was tense about the camera situation, a cloud of unease hanging over him. The thought of how the camera ended up in Mishaâs handbag plagued his mind as he walked towards the dining table for breakfast. There was no time to waste; they needed to find out who was behind this.
As Abhimanyu sat down, he glanced at Misha, who was already seated beside him. She briefly met his gaze before turning her attention back to her plate. He followed suit, quietly starting his meal, noticing that everyone was present except for Arnav.
Just as he began to eat, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a bite of food. Startled, he pulled back, only to realize it was Misha, offering him food. His eyes widened with hesitation, especially with all eyes on them at the table, some already sporting teasing smiles. He was about to snap at her when Dadi Maâs soft voice intervened.
"Abhimanyu beta, look how lovingly your wife is trying to feed you," Dadi Ma said with a gentle smile.
Abhimanyu sighed, realizing who had orchestrated this moment. Of course, it was his doting and lovingly Dadi Ma. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate the food, his fake smile matching Misha's as she smiled at him in return.
Aavyan, always the instigator, spoke up with a playful grin, "Whatâs this, Bhai?"
Abhimanyu frowned. "Now what?" he asked, irritation clear in his voice.
"Misha Bhabhi just fed you, so isnât it your turn to feed her?" Aavyan teased, causing Isha to giggle and Dadi Ma to nod in agreement.
"Can you, for once, stop talking nonsense?" Abhimanyu glared at Aavyan, who merely sighed in mock defeat.
"But Aavyan is right. Feed her back, Abhimanyu," Dadi Ma insisted, her tone firm. Abhimanyu sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing.
With a resigned expression, he took some food and held it out towards Misha. She smiled shyly before taking the bite, blinking her eyes playfully at him. Abhimanyu stared at her for a moment, confused by her odd behavior, but forced a smile back since Dadi Ma was watching closely.
After breakfast, Abhimanyu walked out of the mansion, heading towards his car when he heard Misha call out to him. He turned to see her approaching.
"Go safely and come back early," Misha said softly, her tone unusually sweet. Abhimanyu frowned, wondering what was going on. She had been perfectly fine last night.
"Donât overwork yourself. Iâll be waiting for you," she added, her voice laced with shyness.
Abhimanyuâs face was a mixture of shock and confusion. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, his irritation evident. Misha playfully hit his arm, which only widened his eyes further. She was acting strange, and he couldnât figure out why.
Just as he was about to scold her, he noticed Dadi Ma watching them from a distance. His irritation instantly shifted to understanding. Misha was putting on an act. He sighed internally, playing along.
"Iâll come back early," Abhimanyu said softly, surprising himself with the tone. Misha, equally shocked, stared at him as if he had just spoken a foreign language. She had expected him to be furious with her antics, not respond kindly.
"I canât wait to return," he added, placing his hand gently on her cheek. Mishaâs face turned pale, the shock overwhelming her.
"Iâll leave now. Take care, wifey," he said, caressing her head affectionately before walking towards his car with a smirk. Misha stood there, frozen in disbelief, her mind unable to process what had just happened.
As Abhimanyu drove away, Misha remained rooted in place, her heart racing. What just happened? Had he really said all that? She couldnât help but wonder if she had imagined it all.
Misha walked into the mansion, still in shock from what had just happened. As she entered the living room, she spotted Dadi Ma sitting on the sofa, smiling warmly. Misha, still dazed, went and sat beside her.
"Dadi Ma, I can't believe he said that," Misha exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. Dadi Ma chuckled softly.
"I told you, beta, these men aren't that hard to understand. Itâs the little things that excite them," Dadi Ma said with a knowing smile, her wisdom calming Mishaâs racing thoughts.
"They donât always show when theyâre happy, especially with small gestures like we do, but trust me, deep down, it makes a difference," Dadi Ma continued, her voice warm with understanding. Misha nodded, absorbing every word.
"Things like waiting for them, caring for them, and wishing them well when they leave the house-those simple acts mean a lot to them. Even if they don't show it, it makes them feel cherished," Dadi Ma explained, her years of experience shining through as she laughed softly.
"I know Abhimanyu doesnât wear his emotions on his sleeve, but believe me, beta, he is emotional. He just doesnât express it in the usual way," Dadi Maâs voice softened as she spoke about her grandson. "Get closer to him, try to understand him. Spend time with him, talk to him. Slowly, you'll find your way into his life."
Misha listened intently, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Trust me, Abhimanyu knows how to love deeply. And when he does, itâs for a lifetime. But first, you have to make him believe that he can love-something he thinks heâs incapable of," Dadi Ma said, her eyes reflecting her deep understanding of her grandson's inner world.
"If he falls in love with you, even if you try to leave, he wonât let you. Youâll be locked in my grandsonâs love, beta," Dadi Ma added, her tone filled with pride. Misha looked at her with wide eyes, taken aback by her words.
"Youâll become a pagal aurat in my grandsonâs love," Dadi Ma teased with a playful grin. "What do you think, huh? Heâll drive you crazy with his love. Just wait and see."
Both women burst into laughter, sharing a warm, joyful moment. As the laughter faded, Misha got up, her mind buzzing with Dadi Ma's advice. She headed towards her room, her heart full of thoughts about how to truly connect with Abhimanyu.
At the Special Agent Office
Adithya stepped into the office, knowing todayâs discussion would be about an important case. He entered the room and took a seat in front of Special Agent Anirudh Raisingh, a respected agent and someone Adithya considered a mentor and elder figure in his life. Adithya sat up straight, his uniform fitting perfectly as he flashed a brief smile at Anirudh.
"You know why you're here, right?" Anirudh asked in a calm tone. Adithya nodded in acknowledgment.
"We've been working on this case for a while now, but there's been no breakthrough," Anirudh began, his tone serious as the weight of the situation pressed on them. "It's a diamond smuggling operation, intertwined with drug and weapons trafficking. Money laundering too. The whole situation has become a major concern for the government," he continued, the gravity of the case evident in his voice.
"The worst part," Anirudh added with a frown, "is that no one knows whoâs running the show. Not even the mafiaâs close allies seem to have any information on the leader."
Anirudh sighed, disappointment seeping into his words. "Weâve been at this for quite some time, but progress has been minimal. These criminals... they're not easy to track. Theyâre smart, too smart for comfort."
Taking a deep breath, Anirudh handed over a file to Adithya. "Weâve gathered some information. It might help us connect the dots, but itâs not going to be easy."
Adithya opened the file and scanned through the documents. Anirudh continued, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. "According to our latest intel, the Rathore family might be involved. The Rathores are among the most influential business icons in the country, with companies spread nationwide. Their reputation is spotless-respectable and admired by all. But now, their name has somehow been dragged into this mess."
Anirudh paused, frowning. "It doesnât make sense. Why would a family like theirs get entangled in something this dirty? Their reputation is so respected may be it's a trick by their enemies, we don't know, until truth reveals.
Adithyaâs expression remained unreadable as he processed the information. The mention of the Rathores caused him to frown slightly, but he didnât reveal any other emotions.
"Adithya, youâre the only one I trust to handle this. We need to solve this case, put an end to this tension," Anirudh said, his tone firm as he handed the file to him. "Everything we know is in there."
Adithya remained silent for a moment, his eyes focused on the file. Then, in a cold, determined tone, he said, "I'm on the mission."
He stood up, gripping the file tightly. "Every family has secrets. Just because the Rathores have a sterling reputation doesnât mean we should trust them blindly. If I uncover anything about them, half the case will be solved."
Without another word, Adithya turned and left the office, the weight of the mission pressing heavily on his shoulders.