~Mine~

(Play humsafar or tera ban jaunga or aashiq tera or piya aaye na )

Author pov

After a long day of travel, Naina finally arrived in Rajasthan.

Meanwhile, in the grand palace, Abhijeet sat in deep thought. His mind was consumed with one pressing question: how to find Aarya's mother. In his room, Aarya played with the toys he'd bought her to keep her from crying too much, but the weight in his heart remained. Something told him that something big—something life-changing—was about to happen.

Determined, he decided to ask Aarya directly.

"Aarya, baby," he began softly, "do you have any pictures of your mumma? So I can find her?"

At the mention of her mother, Aarya's eyes lit up. She nodded eagerly and ran toward him.

"Can you show it to me, please?" Abhijeet asked gently.

"Ha," Aarya replied with a smile.

She opened the locket she always wore around her neck and handed it to him.

(The pic in locket)

Abhijeet froze as his eyes landed on the picture inside. His hands trembled, and his breath hitched. The woman in the photograph wasn’t just Aarya’s mother.

She was his Siya.

His heart raced, torn between joy and disbelief. “Baby, wh-what is your mumma’s name?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Naina Ranawat. I already told you, na?” Aarya said casually and went back to playing, leaving Abhijeet staring at the locket in shock.

Abhijeet POV

The name Naina didn’t matter anymore—the photo said everything.

How could this be true? Did Siya really run away with a lover that day? Was Aarya truly her daughter? Did Siya betray him? Did she ever love him? Or had he misunderstood everything?

Questions overwhelmed his mind, but amidst the chaos, a smile broke through. Tears streamed freely down his face, but this time, they were tears of joy. Siya, his Siya, was alive. His faith had not been in vain.

Clearing his tears, he knelt before Aarya. “A-Aarya, do you know where you used to live?” he asked, his voice trembling.

Aarya shook her head.

“Please, baby. Kuch toh pata hoga—anything about that place?”

Aarya thought for a moment before nodding. “Umm... waha sab ye bhasha nahi bolte the.”

His heart raced. “Phir... konsi bhasha bolte the?”

“Marathi,” Aarya said simply.

Abhijeet’s heart skipped a beat. Maharashtra. Siya was in Maharashtra. He was sure of it now.

He decided he had to go find her—find Siya and apologize for everything. But would she forgive him? Would she accept him again? The questions lingered, but he pushed them aside.

Abhijeet called his brother, barely giving him a chance to speak. "Abhimaan, take care of Aarya for a few days. I’ll be back soon," he said before cutting the call.

With urgency, he hugged Aarya tightly, kissed her forehead, and rushed to the garage. His bike roared to life as he sped toward the station.

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Author pov

Abhijeet raced through the streets, his heart pounding. He couldn’t stop imagining Siya’s face, her voice, her touch. But fate had other plans.

His bike’s tire suddenly punctured, sending him tumbling to the ground. Pain shot through his body, but he didn’t stop. He got up, dusted himself off, and began running. Blood soaked his sleeve from a deep cut, but he didn’t care. Siya was all that mattered.

As he neared the station, he saw the train pulling away. He sprinted with all his might, but just as he reached the platform, he stumbled into someone, and they both fell.

His heart sank as he watched the train disappear. His frustration mounted, but then he heard a voice.

“Akal ghutno me hai ka thari?” the girl scolded, brushing off dust and picking up her belongings.

That voice…

Abhijeet froze. He turned to the woman and felt the world stop. She looked up, and their eyes met. It was her. Siya.

His knees buckled as tears flooded his eyes. He dropped to the ground, pulling her into a desperate hug.

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Abhijeet POV

“I found her,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I found my Siya.”

Her body stiffened in my arms. I pulled back, cupping her face, resting my forehead against hers. "Si... Siya," I murmured, tasting the name like it was a lifeline.

But her eyes weren’t filled with love—they were filled with pain, anger, and a hurt I couldn’t comprehend. She pushed me away, her hands trembling, and glared at me.

“Where is Aarya?” she demanded, her voice sharp and unrelenting.

“She’s safe, Siya. I promise. She’s safe with me,” I tried to reassure her.

Her laugh was bitter. “Safe? Safe?! How could my daughter be safe with you when you sold her mother, Mr. Abhijeet?”

Her words hit me like a storm. “Siya, no, please... I didn’t—”

“Don’t call me Siya. Siya died the day you sold her! My name is Naina. And stay away from my daughter!”

Before I could respond, she swayed on her feet and collapsed. I caught her instantly, cradling her fragile body.

I didn’t blame her. Whatever she thought of me, I knew I had to fix this. I wouldn’t lose her again

Abhijeet pov

I carried her fragile body in my arms as I stepped out of the station. My driver was already waiting by the car.

"Leave," I ordered curtly, not sparing him a glance. He nodded and quickly stepped away from the driver's seat.

I slid into the car, Siya still cradled in my lap. I couldn’t bring myself to put her down—not even for a moment. My arms tightened around her as though letting go would mean losing her all over again.

Her face, pale and peaceful, reminded me of everything I’d lost and what I needed to fix. With one hand on the wheel and the other holding her close, I drove back to the palace.

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After what felt like an eternity, I reached home. My heart thudded as I stepped out of the car, carrying Siya through the grand entrance of the palace. The world around me seemed insignificant now—all that mattered was her.

I pushed open the door to our old room, the memories flooding back like a tide. This was the place we once called ours. And now, holding her again, it felt like I was alive after years of merely existing.

Carefully, I laid her down on the bed. Her hair spilled over the pillow, and her breathing was steady but faint. I knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently.

"Siya..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

I pulled out my phone and immediately called the doctor.

"Come to the palace now," I said, my tone urgent. "It's an emergency."

Hanging up, I looked back at her, guilt and love tearing me apart.

"I won't lose you again," I murmured, more to myself than to her.

She shifted slightly in her unconscious state, her brows furrowing as if even in her dreams, she was fighting something. My heart twisted. What had I done to her? How much pain had she carried because of me?

But this time, I vowed, I’d heal her wounds—every single ....

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