"61. The oath of Revenge"

"Ek aag dil me sulag rahi hai,

Ek sailaab man me umad raha hai,

Zeher bankar barsega unpar,

Kyuki sabar ka badh ab tut Raha hai"

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RM Mansion,

The mansion was alive with laughter and music as the sound of an energetic item song echoed through the grand living room. At the center of all the chaos, the family’s beloved comic trio was putting on a performance that had everyone entertained. Ruhanika and Rishwik, as always, had claimed the center table as their stage, dancing enthusiastically with carefree energy. Their feet tapped against the surface as they swayed to the beat, their expressions full of excitement. Meanwhile, Karanjeet was on the floor, matching their moves with exaggerated expressions and dramatic gestures, making the scene even more hilarious.

Seated comfortably on the couch, Savisha, Akshavi, and Kritika were thoroughly enjoying the show, their laughter ringing out every now and then. They clapped and cheered, encouraging the trio to continue their over-the-top performance. Amandeep, always the one to capture every family moment, was busy recording the dance from every possible angle, ensuring that not a single second of this madness was missed. He zoomed in on Ruhanika and Rishwik’s funny expressions and then shifted to Karanjeet, who was going all out with his dance moves.

On the other hand, Ashvik merely chuckled at the scene before him. Shaking his head in amusement, he returned his attention to his laptop, accustomed to the household’s playful chaos. The only ones missing from the vibrant scene were Rudraksh and Kartavya, who were not home at the moment.

Munni Badnaam Hui

Darling Tere Liye

Munni Badnaam Hui

Darling Tere Liye

Munni Badnaam Hui

Darling Tere Liye

Munni Ke Gaal Gulabi

Nain Sharabi

Chaal Nawabi Re

Tu Zandu Balm Hui

Darling Mere Liye

Munni Badnaam Hui

Darling Mere Liye

Karanjeet, feeling exhausted, plopped down beside Ashvik, exhaling deeply as he tried to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Rishwik and Ruhanika remained full of energy, their enthusiasm unwavering as they continued dancing. They synchronized their moves perfectly, executing the hook step of the song with ease before bursting into giggles. Their laughter echoed through the room, filled with pure joy and excitement, making the atmosphere even more lively and cheerful.

Shilpa sa figure, Bebo si adaa, Bebo si adaa

Shilpa sa figure, Bebo si adaa, Bebo si adaa

Hai mere jhatke mein filmi maza, re filmi maza

Haaye tu na jaane mere nakhre pe

Haaye tu na jaane mere nakhre pe lakhon rupaiya udaa

Ve main taksaal hui darling tere liye

Cinema hall hui darling tere liye

Munni badnaam hui darling tere liye

Munni badnaam hui darling tere liye

Ruhanika dramatically inhaled as if she were taking in the aroma of "gajr," while Rishwik twirled around, acting all shy, making everyone burst into laughter. The rest of the family was thoroughly enjoying their antics, clapping and cheering at their playful drama.

Hai tujh mein poori botal ka nasha,

botal ka nasha

Hai tujh mein poori botal ka nasha,

botal ka nasha

Dhalte budhape ko kar de jawan, re kar de jawan

Hothon pe gaali teri aankhein dunaali haaye

Hothon pe gaali teri aankhein dunaali re de hai jiya

Ruhanika and Rishwik swayed dramatically, pretending to be drunk as they clumsily held each other’s hands for support, laughing uncontrollably. Their playful act had everyone around them entertained, completely immersed in their fun. Meanwhile, Rudraksh and Kartavya entered the room, pushing a wheelchair with a lady seated on it. However, amidst the loud music and cheerful chaos, no one initially noticed their arrival. Ruhanika and Rishwik continued their energetic dance, lost in the moment. But then, in the midst of his laughter, Rishwik’s gaze accidentally landed on the lady in the wheelchair. A wide grin spread across his face.

Rishwik: "Areh property ki hissedaar, aa gayi aap. Aaao a...."

(Oh, the heir to the property has arrived! Come, come...)

Rishwik's eyes widened in shock as realization dawned upon him. His movements came to an abrupt halt, his excitement quickly fading into stillness. Ashvik, sensing the change in atmosphere, immediately stopped the music. A heavy silence settled in the room, contrasting starkly with the lively chaos from just moments ago.

Everyone’s expressions shifted—what was once filled with amusement and laughter now held something much deeper, something emotional. Ruhanika, standing on the table, looked around in confusion, noticing the sudden shift in energy. She saw the way Rishwik’s face paled, how Amandeep’s hands trembled as the phone slipped from his grip and hit the floor with a soft thud. Rishwik, still frozen, slowly climbed down from the table, his steps shaky. His body wobbled as though his legs had lost strength, but before he could fall, Ruhanika instinctively reached out and held him steady. Despite catching him, her brows furrowed in confusion—why were everyone’s eyes glistening with unshed tears? Meanwhile, Amandeep, his throat dry, took hesitant steps forward, his gaze fixed ahead. Rishwik, mirroring his movements, walked beside him, his heart hammering in his chest.

Ashvik, who had been observing everything silently, finally stood up. He walked towards Ruhanika, his movements calm yet firm. Without a word, he gently held her hand and helped her step down from the center table, his grip protective, knowing she had no idea what was happening. As Ruhanika’s feet touched the floor, she felt the tension in the air, the heaviness of emotions that hung between them all. Her heart started to race, her confusion growing. She looked towards the entrance, where everyone's eyes were now fixed, and followed their gaze.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyu ye kon hai??"

(Bhaiyu, who is she?)

Ashvik: "Ruk ja abhi pata chal jayega."

(Wait, you'll find out soon.)

Ruhanika: "Aap jante hai inhe??"

(Do you know her?)

Ashvik’s gaze softened as he looked at her, and sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, she stopped her playful question-answer round. The laughter and cheerfulness that had filled the room just moments ago faded as everyone's attention turned to Rishwik and Amandeep.

Without wasting a second, both Rishwik and Amandeep rushed to the lady in the wheelchair, their steps faltering as emotions overwhelmed them. The moment they reached her, they dropped to their knees, their eyes brimming with unshed tears.

The lady, despite her visible struggle, attempted to move her hands, but her frail limbs refused to cooperate. Seeing this, Rishwik couldn’t hold back anymore. He immediately threw his arms around her, hugging her tightly as his sobs echoed in the silent room. His tears soaked her shoulder, his entire body trembling with emotions he had bottled up for so long.

Amandeep, equally overwhelmed, wrapped his arms around both of them, his own tears flowing freely. The two brothers, who had always held their emotions together, cried like two-year-olds, clutching onto the woman who meant the world to them. It was a reunion filled with years of longing, pain, and immeasurable love, one that left everyone in the room with a lump in their throat.

Lady: "Golu, bholu."

Rishwik and Amandeep gently pulled back, their expressions filled with concern and warmth. They carefully wiped the lady’s tears, their touch soft and reassuring. She looked at them with glistening eyes, overwhelmed by the love and care surrounding her. Rishwik gave her a small smile, while Amandeep squeezed her hand lightly.

Rishwik: "Golu mat bolo mujhe Ms. Simrat Malhotra, main bahaut naraz hu aapse, baat bhi nahi karunga."

(Don’t call me Golu, Ms. Simrat Malhotra. I’m very upset with you. I won’t talk to you!)

Amandeep: "Itna waqt koi lagata hai kya buiii, jante bhi ho humne kitna yaad kiya."

(Who takes this long, Buii? Do you even know how much we missed you?)

Rishwik: "Main Roz bolta tha uth jao par humesha ki tarah kabhi nahi suni meri"

(I kept telling you to wake up every day, but like always, you never listened to me.)

Rishwik sniffled, his tears refusing to stop as he cried silently. The lady listened to their complaints with a gentle smile, her frail body struggling to move. With great difficulty, she lifted her trembling hands and placed them on Amandeep’s and Rishwik’s heads. The warmth of her touch sent a wave of emotions crashing over them. Both of them closed their eyes, savoring the motherly affection they had long yearned for. Their fingers instinctively wrapped around her hand, holding on as if afraid she would slip away again.

Rishwik: "Bahaut yaad kiya aapko buii"

(I missed you so much, Buii!)

Amandeep: "Maine zyada"

(I missed you more!)

Rishwik shot a sharp glare at Amandeep, who simply smirked in response, unfazed by his brother’s reaction. Meanwhile, Simrat chuckled softly, finding their silent banter amusing. The tension between Rishwik and Amandeep was playful rather than serious, and Simrat could see the underlying affection they shared despite the constant teasing. The lady, watching them with teary eyes, felt a warmth spread through her heart—this was her family, full of love, care, and little moments of laughter even in difficult times.

Simrat: "Itne bade ho gaye ho dono phir bhi ladte ho."

(Even after growing up so much, you two still fight.)

Amandeep: "Ye shuru karta hai buii sab."

(Buii, he always starts it.)

Rishwik: "Tu toh dudh ka dhula hai na."

(Oh, like you’re completely innocent!)

Ruhanika came running towards them.

Ruhanika: "Kya Aman bhaiya aap dudh se nahate hai??"

(Aman Bhaiya, do you bathe in milk?)

Rudraksh facepalmed himself in exasperation, while Kartavya chuckled, clearly amused by the situation.

Kartavya: "Bua ko andar aane doge tum teeno??"

(Will you three let Bua enter the house?)

Ruhanika: "Suniye, ye aapki Bua ji hai kya??"

(Listen, is she your Bua ji?)

Rudraksh blinked. Ruhanika smiled warmly and bent down to touch Simrat’s feet, showing her respect. Noticing Simrat’s struggle to lift her hand, Rishwik gently stepped forward and placed her trembling hand on Ruhanika’s head, helping her bless Ruhanika. A faint smile appeared on Simrat’s lips.

Simrat: "Yehi hai kya vo Rudra deewani."

(So, is she the one crazy about Rudra?)

Everyone chuckled and nodded in agreement, while Ruhanika grinned, happily taking it as a compliment.

Ruhanika: "Ji inki bua ji hum bahaut prem karte hai inse."

(Yes,  his Bua ji, and I love him very much.)

Simrat: "Hum?? Hum kon?"

(We? Who's "we"?)

Ruhanika: "Hum matlab hum hum."

(It means me... just me.)

Ruhanika pointed towards herself in confusion, seeking confirmation. Rudraksh sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and helped her stand up, as she had been kneeling before Simrat for too long. Simrat watched them with a soft expression, her eyes reflecting warmth and nostalgia.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh buii ko andar aane do phir batana mujhse kitna pyaar karti ho."

(Ruhh, let Buii enter first. Then, you can tell me how much you love me.)

Ruhanika: "Jii thik hai."

(Okay, fine.)

Ruhanika turned towards Simrat.

Ruhanika: "Aaiye inki bua ji."

(Please come in, his Bua ji.)

Simrat frowned in confusion while the rest facepalmed themselves, clearly exasperated.

Rishwik: "Angel, ye tumhari bhi bua hi hai meri property ki hissedaar, tum bhi inhe bua keh sakti ho."

(Angel, she’s your Bua too, shareholder to my property, you can call her Bua.)

Ruhanika stuck out her tongue playfully and nodded with a mischievous grin.

Ruhanika: "Humara matlab hai bua ji aaiye."

(Of course, Bua ji, please come in!)

Simrat smiled warmly as Kartavya gently pushed her wheelchair forward, bringing her closer to where the rest of the family eagerly waited. Amandeep and Rishwik, their emotions evident on their faces, carefully lifted Simrat from the wheelchair and placed her on the couch, ensuring she was comfortable. Karanjeet stepped forward, his expression soft yet filled with unspoken emotions. He placed his hand on Simrat's head, a silent gesture of care.  Simrat looked up at him with moist eyes, years of memories and unspoken words reflecting in her gaze.

Karanjeet: "Kitna intezar karaya beta, ek bhi baar nahi socha mere bare me hum sabke bare me??"

(You made us wait so long, my child. Did you not think about me even once? About all of us?)

Simrat: "Mainu maaf kardo papa ji."

(Forgive me, Dad)

Ruhanika furrowed her brows in confusion and gently tugged at the hem of Rudraksh's shirt. Sensing her unease, he immediately bent down to her level, his eyes filled with concern. She cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered softly into his ear, her voice laced with curiosity and uncertainty.

Ruhanika: "Agar ye aapki Bua hai toh dadu ko papa kyu?"

(If she is your Bua, then why are you calling Dadu "Papa"?)

Rudraksh: "Maine bataya tha na Malhotra's and Khurana's bahaut waqt se  friends hai. Kritika se pehle koi beti nahi thi Khurana family me toh Dadu Buii ko beti mante hai."

(I told you, didn’t I? The Malhotras and Khuranas have been friends for a long time. Before Kritika, there was no daughter in the Khurana family, so Dadu always considered Buii his daughter.)

Ruhanika nodded in understanding, her expression softening. Karanjeet smiled and gently patted Simrat’s cheeks, trying to lighten the mood.

Karanjeet: "Thik hai na beta??"

(Are you alright, my child?)

Simrat: "Ab yaha aa gayi hu na papa ji, thik bhi ho jaungi."

(Now that I’m here, Papa ji, everything will be fine.)

All smiled.

Rishwik: "Chalo pehle mujhe introduction dene do sabka, aap toh pehle se buddu ho kuch yaad toh hoga nahi."

(Alright, let me introduce everyone first. You’ve always been clueless, so I’m sure you don’t remember anything.)

Simrat shot a sharp glare at Rishwik, but he remained completely unfazed, acting as if he hadn’t even noticed. Instead, he casually looked away, royally ignoring her piercing stare with an air of indifference.

Simrat: "Chup kar tu, chiku ne bataya hai mujhe, mujhe pehchanne de pehle."

(Keep quiet! Chiku already told me. Let me recognize everyone myself.)

Rishwik: "Kuch toh mujhe karne dete"

(Can’t you let me do something for once?)

Rishwik shot a sharp glare at Rudraksh, but before he could say anything, Ruhanika turned to him with an even fiercer glare. Seeing her determined expression, Rishwik sighed in defeat, throwing his hands up in surrender. Rudraksh chuckled at the silent battle, amused by how easily Ruhanika put Rishwik in his place.

Simrat: "Tu mera Golu hai, ha bahaut patla ho gaya hai ab."

(You are my Golu! Though you’ve become very thin now.)

Simrat said, gesturing towards Rishwik.

Ruhanika: "Ji bua ji Rishi Bhai kuch khate nahi hai, bas ghaas fuss khate hai hum kitna kehte hai par humari sunte nahi."

(Yes, Bua ji, Rishi Bhai doesn’t eat properly. He only eats greens. No matter how much I tell him, he never listens to me.)

Rishwik: "Angel yehi mauka dundh rhi thi na tum."

(Angel, you were just waiting for this moment, weren’t you?)

Ruhanika giggled.

Simrat: "Aur ye shant bachcha mera Bholu hai, Aman."

(And this quiet child is my Bholu—Aman.)

Simrat said, pointing towards Amandeep, who smiled in response.

Ruhanika: "Haa Aman bhaiya bahaut shant hai bas humse ladne aa jate hai."

(Yes, Aman Bhaiya is very calm, but he always comes to fight with me.)

Amandeep: "Ruhii, itna nahi batana tha."

(Ruhii, you didn’t have to reveal that!)

Ruhanika chuckled.

Simrat: "Ye ladki, umm kya ye apni Kriti hai??"

(And this girl… umm… is she my Kriti?)

Kritika came rushing in and wrapped Simrat in a warm hug.

Kritika: "Welcome home Buiiii."

Simrat felt Kritika’s silent sobs against her shoulder.

Simrat: "Shh shant hoja bachcha."

(Shhh, calm down, my child.)

Ruhanika: "Didi aap roiye mat, Varna Aakarsh jiju aake datenge aapko."

(Didi, don’t cry, or Aakarsh Jiju will come and scold you.)

They all chuckled, the lighthearted moment easing any lingering tension. Kritika smiled warmly.

Simrat: "Aur tum, beta tum mere koko ki votti ho na, Savisha??"

(And you… are you Koko’s wife, Savisha?)

Ruhanika: "Haa haa, aur bhabhi sa toh pregnant bhi hai, aap janti hai bua ji ghar me Nanha baby aayega."

(Yes, yes! And Bhabhi is pregnant too. Did you know, Bua ji? There’s going to be a little baby in the house!)

Simrat smiled, Savisha was going to stand up but Simrat stopped her.

Simrat: "Areh nahi beta baithi reh."

(Oh no, dear, stay seated.)

Savisha: "Satsriyakal bua ji."

(Greetings, Aunt)

Simrat nodded and smiled at Savisha.

Simrat: "Aur tum beta tum chiku ke dost Ashvik aur ye tumhari votti Akshavi."

(And you, my child, you’re Chiku’s friend, Ashvik. And this must be your wife, Akshavi.)

Ashvik and Akshavi bent down together, touching Simrat’s feet to seek her blessings. Simrat smiled warmly, placing her hands on their heads and blessing them wholeheartedly. Both of them looked up at her with bright smiles.

Ruhanika: "Aur ye humare bhaiyu bhi hai aur ye humari Akshu bhabhi."

(And he is my Bhaiyu, and she is my Akshu Bhabhi.)

Simrat chuckled softly, amused at how Ruhanika excitedly introduced everyone, making sure to say something special about each person. Seeing her enthusiasm, Simrat decided to play along, her smile widening. What Ruhanika didn’t know was that Simrat already knew everything about her. Rudraksh had told her everything—their first meeting, how he had saved her, and even the details of her childhood. Every little thing that had happened in Simrat’s absence had been narrated to her with utmost care. Now, the only thing left was for Simrat to share her side of the story.

Simrat: "Bas ho gaya na sabka introduction."

(That’s everyone introduction, right?)

Ruhanika's smile slowly faded, and she pouted adorably, her lower lip jutting out.

Ruhanika: "Aur hum?? Hume nahi janti aap?? Humare bare me nahi kaha aapne bua ji."

(And me? Don’t you know me, Bua ji? You didn’t mention anything about me.)

Rudraksh: "Tum aaj kis baat pe itni excited ho betu, aur kis Khushi me tum dono ka muj.... Pagalpan wala Dance chalu tha??"

(What’s making you so excited today, betu? And why were you and Rishwik doing that crazy dance?)

Rishwik, Ruhanika: "Pagalpan nahi nritya hai vo."

(It wasn’t crazy—it was a dance performance!)

Rishwik and Ruhanika simultaneously raised their voices in an abrupt exclamation, prompting an immediate reaction from those around them. The remaining individuals instinctively placed their hands over their ears in an attempt to mitigate the sudden auditory impact.

Rudraksh: "kya hua hai Ruhh, aaj itni excited kyu ho??"

(What happened, Ruhh? Why are you so excited today?)

Ruhanika: "Humare results aa gaye, hum bahaut achche marks se pass huye hai."

(My results are out! I passed with excellent marks!)

Kartavya: "Oh my god, little sunshine, congratulations!"

Rudraksh: "I’m proud of you, Ruhh."

Ruhanika: "Ab tohfa denge hume aap aur bhai sa?? Baaki sabne vada kiya hai hume tohfa dene ka."

(Now, will you and Bhai sa give me a gift? Everyone else has promised me one!)

Rudraksh: "Sidhe bolti na date pe jana hai."

(Just say it directly—you want to go on a date.)

Rudraksh leaned in close, his warm breath tickling Ruhanika’s ear as he whispered softly. A bright giggle escaped her lips, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She playfully nudged him.

Kartavya: "Okay Done."

Ruhanika grinned mischievously before turning towards Simrat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Ruhanika: "Bua ji aap hume bhool gayi, hum bata de hum kon hai??"

(Bua ji, you forgot about me. Should I tell you who I am?)

Simrat: "Tum chiku ki biwi ho na"

(You are Chiku’s wife, right?)

Ruhanika: "Chiku?? Nahi nahi hum inki patni hai Mrs. Ruhanika Rudraksh Malhotra."

(Chiku?? No, no! I am his wife—Mrs. Ruhanika Rudraksh Malhotra!)

Simrat chuckled.

Rudraksh: "Buii mujhe hi Chiku kehti hai Sohneyo."

(Buii calls me Chiku, Sohneyo.)

Ruhanika: "Ohhh, maaf kijiye bua ji hume pata nahi tha."

(Ohhh, sorry, Bua ji, I didn’t know.)

Simrat: "Ye hum hum kyu karti ho tum beta??"

(Why do you always say "we" instead of "I," my dear?)

Rishwik sat beside Simrat, casually placing his hand on her shoulder.

Rishwik: "Kyuki apni Angel Rajkumari hai, Rajasthani Rajkumari."

(Because my Angel is a princess—a Rajasthani princess.)

Ruhanika’s eyes lit up for a moment, thinking that Rishwik was calling her "princess" just like Rudraksh always did.

Simrat: "Baap ke nakshe kadmo pe chal raha hai Chiku beta tu bhi Rajasthani ko ghar le aaya."

(Like father, like son, Chiku. You also brought a Rajasthani girl into the family!)

Rudraksh simply smiled. Meanwhile, Simrat glanced at Rishwik with raised eyebrows.

Simrat: "Kahi tu bhi toh apne baap, bhai ki tarah...."

(Wait… don’t tell me you’re just like your father and brother…)

Rishwik: "Nahi nahi, meri Darling toh punjaban hai, Kya mast Punjabi bolti hai meri Heeriye."

(No, no! My darling is a Punjabi! She speaks Punjabi so beautifully—my Heeriye!)

Kritika, Amandeep, Savisha, Akshavi: "Ohhooooo meri Heeriye"

(Ohhoooo, my Sweetheart!)

Everyone burst into laughter as Rishwik, flustered and embarrassed, ran straight to Ruhanika and hid his face in her dupatta. Ruhanika giggled, playfully patting his back while the teasing continued. Meanwhile, Simrat’s gaze shifted towards Amandeep, her expression unreadable. Amandeep, sensing her look, raised an eyebrow, silently asking what was on her mind.

Simrat: "Teri toh teri Yuku hi hogi na??"

(So, for you, it must be Yuku, right?)

As Amandeep blushed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, everyone chuckled at his rare moment of shyness.

Ruhanika: "Bua ji aap kya khayengi, hum abhi lekar aate hai, chai piyengi aap??"

(Bua ji, what will you have? I’ll bring it right away. Will you have tea?)

Rudraksh: "Nahi Ruhh, bua abhi hospital se aayi hai na inka diet alag hai."

(No, Ruhh, Bua just got discharged from the hospital. Her diet is different.)

Ruhanika gazed at Rudraksh, puzzled.

Ruhanika: "Hospital se kyu?? Kya hua tha inhe."

(Hospital? Why? What happened to her?)

Rudraksh: "Sab batata hu aap sab pehle baithiye."

(I’ll tell you everything. First, let everyone sit down.)

They all nodded and took their seats. Rudraksh, ever attentive, gave a few specific instructions to the chef regarding Simrat's food to ensure it was just right for her. Once done, he returned to his seat beside Ruhanika, his hand instinctively resting on hers as he gave her a reassuring smile.

Ruhanika: "Ji bataiye"

(Okay, tell me)

Rudraksh: "Betu, ye meri bua hai, Simrat Malhotra, papa ki choti behen."

(Betu, this is my Bua, Simrat Malhotra, Papa’s younger sister.)

Rishwik: "Aur meri property ki hissedaar."

(And my fellow property heir!)

Simrat: "Papa ji, zara iske muh pe chittar dena toh."

(Papa ji, please smack him!)

Rishwik: "areh s..."

Before Rishwik could say anything, Karanjeet playfully slapped his cheeks, making him blink in surprise. The moment was so unexpected that everyone burst into laughter, while Rishwik pouted, rubbing his cheek dramatically.

Ruhanika: "Maaf kijiye Bua ji par Rishi Bhai ko maariye mat vo bahaut achche hai, bas masti karte hai."

(Forgive me, Bua ji, but don’t hit Rishi Bhai. He is very nice—he just loves to joke around.)

Rishwik: "Angel tumse shadi karke Bhai ne apni zindagi me ek hi achcha kaam kiya hai."

(Angel, Bhai did only one good thing in his life—marrying you!)

Rudraksh playfully threw a pillow at Rishwik's face, smirking as it landed perfectly. Rishwik simply glared at him, clearly unimpressed, while the others chuckled at their antics.

Kartavya: "Agar tum sabka pagalpan ho gaya ho toh Rudra kuch bole?? Gussa aa gaya use toh Gusse me vaise hi achcha nhi dikhta."

(If you all are done with your madness, can Rudra speak now? If he gets angry, he won’t look good.)

Ruhanika: "Nahi nahi Bhai sa, ye toh humesha hi Sundar lagte hai, aur zyada gussa toh karte nahi hai, par jab aise ghoor ke dekhte hai na, hume toh Darr bhi nahi lagta ulta prem aa jata hai inpe, itne sundar lagte hai."

(No, no, Bhai sa always looks handsome! And he doesn’t get angry often. But when he does and gives that intense look, instead of feeling scared, I just fall more in love with him!)

Ruhanika praised Rudraksh with a playful grin, her words dripping with admiration. The poor guy turned red instantly, his ears burning as he tried to keep a straight face. His wife never missed a single chance to flirt with him, and this was no exception. All around them, chuckles erupted at her bold words, while Rudraksh shot her a helpless yet amused look, making Ruhanika giggle even more.

Simrat: "Ye toh puri Rudra Deewani hai."

(She is completely crazy about Rudra!)

Kritika: "Abhi aapne dekha hi kya hai Buii."

(Buii, you haven’t even seen the half of it yet!)

Savisha: "Is ghar ke sabse pyaare couple hai ye, lovey dovey ekdum."

(They are the sweetest couple in this house—completely lovey-dovey!)

Karanjeet: "Haan, par mainu hun tak inna da adult scene vekhan da mauka nahi milia!"

(Yeah, but I still haven’t gotten the chance to see their "adult" moments!)

Rishwik: "Hun ta sudhar jao buddhe aadmi!"

(You should behave now, old man!)

Karanjeet: "Chup kar khotya."

(Shut up, you fool!)

Simrat smiled warmly at her lovely family, feeling a sense of peace and joy. Noticing the lively atmosphere, Rudraksh cleared his throat, instantly grabbing everyone's attention as they turned to look at him expectantly.

Rudraksh: "So buii ko abhi hosh aaya hai toh inke nurse appoint ki hai jo shaam tak aa jayegi. "

( So, since Buii has just regained consciousness, we have appointed a nurse for her. She will arrive by evening.)

Ruhanika: "Nurse kyu, hum rakhenge na buii ka khayal."

(Why a nurse? I will take care of Buii!)

Rudraksh smiled and playfully flicked Ruhanika’s nose. She scrunched it up in annoyance before pouting at him, making everyone chuckle at their cute banter.

Rudraksh: "Ji Rajkumari ji sab jante hai aap pure ghar ka khayal rakh sakti hai par buii ko abhi medical help ki zarurat hai, physiotherapy bhi hogi unki isiliye."

(I know, Rajkumari ji, you can take care of the whole house. But Buii needs medical help right now, including physiotherapy.)

Ruhanika: "Achcha"

(Oh, okay...)

Rishwik: "Buiii ab aap na jaldi se thik ho jao, mujhe bahut kuch batana hai aapko."

(Buii, get well soon! I have so much to tell you!)

Rishwik gently held Simrat's hand, his touch filled with warmth and reassurance. Simrat looked at him and smiled softly, her eyes reflecting the deep bond they shared.

Kartavya: "Buiii, kya aap abhi bata sakte ho sab??"

(Buii, can you tell us everything now?)

Suddenly, the lively atmosphere of the room faded into an intense silence. The weight of emotions hung thick in the air, pressing down on everyone present. It was a moment of unspoken understanding—one filled with pain, longing, and the undeniable reality of the situation. Though the silence was heavy, everyone knew it was necessary, that this moment was far too important to be interrupted by words.

A few silent tears escaped Simrat’s eyes, glistening under the dim lights as they trailed down her cheeks. Her emotions, buried for so long, finally surfaced, making her fragile frame tremble slightly. Noticing this, Rishwik immediately pulled her into a comforting side hug, his arm tightening around her as if trying to shield her from the sorrow weighing her down. His own pain was evident, but in this moment, he wanted to be her strength.

Rudraksh, stepped forward and quietly took Simrat’s hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. His silent gesture spoke volumes—he was there, just like Rishwik and Amandeep, to stand by her, to offer his unwavering support. The room remained quiet, the air thick with emotions, as everyone watched this deeply moving reunion, their own hearts aching for the years lost yet hopeful for the moments still to come.

Rudraksh: "Buii aap comfortable nahi ho toh koi baat hai aap thik ho jao pehle."

(Buii, if you are not comfortable, it’s okay. Get well first.)

Simrat: "Nahi puttar 18 saal ho gaye, akhir kab tak bachenge vo paapi, ab waqt hai unko saza mile."

(No, puttar, it’s been 18 years. How long will he keep hiding? It's time for them to be punished.)

Amandeep sat beside Rishwik, silently observing the scene. Noticing Simrat's teary eyes, he calmly picked up a tissue and handed it to Rishwik. Without a word, Rishwik took it and gently wiped Simrat's tears, his touch filled with unspoken concern.

Amandeep: "Bataiye buiii, kya hua tha??"

(Tell us, Buii, what happened??)

Simrat: "Saari meri hi galti hai... Main hi kyu bach gayi us blast me?? Kyuuu"

(It’s all my fault… Why did I survive that blast?? Why??)

Simrat sobbed uncontrollably, her emotions overflowing, and seeing her like that, Ruhanika—being the emotional one—couldn’t hold back her own tears. Her soft sniffles soon turned into quiet sobs, and before she could break down further, Ashvik gently pulled her into his embrace. Ruhanika clung to him, seeking comfort, while Rudraksh, who had been watching everything closely, sighed in relief. He met Ashvik’s eyes and silently mouthed a "thank you," grateful that someone was there to take care of his emotional wife. Ashvik just nodded in response, rubbing Ruhanika’s back soothingly, while the room remained heavy with emotions.

Rudraksh: "Aapki galti nahi hai buii, aise mat bolo aap."

(It’s not your fault, Buii. Don’t say that.)

Simrat: "Meri hi galti hai Chiku vo insaan meri vajah se hi hum sabki zindagi me aaya aur anaath kar diya sabko. Meri vajah se hi aaj Rajveer Veer ji aur Radhika Parjai ji tum dono ke sath nahi hai."

(It is my fault, Chiku. That man came into our lives because of me and turned us all into orphans. It’s because of me that today Rajveer Veer Ji and Radhika Parjai Ji are not with you both.)

The room fell into a deep silence as emotions ran high. Rishwik and Rudraksh exchanged a glance, both remembering their beloved parents, Rajveer Malhotra and Radhika Malhotra. The memories of their warmth, love, and sacrifices flooded their minds, making their hearts ache. Rishwik clenched his jaw, trying to keep his emotions in check, but the lump in his throat grew heavier. Beside him, Amandeep wiped a stray tear, his usual strong demeanor cracking under the weight of the past. Rudraksh took a deep breath, his vision blurred with unshed tears. Even Akshavi, Savisha, and Kritika couldn’t hold back. Tears streamed down their faces as they relived the pain of their loss, the emptiness left behind by Rajveer and Radhika’s absence.

Rudraksh: "Kon tha buii, kya hua tha??"

(Who was he, Buii? What happened??)

Simrat: "I was 25 jab main Mumbai aayi thi Business ke liye because Rajveer Veer ji aur Samar Veer ji ko us waqt Punjab wala branch handle karna tha. Us waqt yaha Mumbai me mili thi main usse. 3 mahine thi main yaha, samajh hi nahi payi vo bas khel raha hai meri feelings ke sath. Shadi ke liye kaha toh man gaya, hum Punjab ja rahe the. Vaha Papa, aur dono veer ji ko vo pasand nahi aaya. Unhone kaha ye mere liye thik nahi par main nahi maani thi. Phir kuch dino tak jab maine kisi se baat nahi kiya toh Rajveer Veer ji ne kaha ki vo mujhe kuch dikhana chahte hai toh tab mujhe pata chala ki vo insaan shadi shuda hai uske 2 bachche hai aur mere istemal kar raha tha property ke liye. Use bas Ameer Banna tha. Maine usse sare rishte tod diye the, phir ek din usne phone Kiya tha ki vo sabko khatam kar dega. Radhika parjayi ji Darr gayi thi isiliye unhone chiku, golu aur bholi ko chiku ke mama ke pass bhej diya. Bholu ke papa, Sarab veer ji ne hi us insaan ke baare me sab pata Kiya tha isiliye parjaiyi ji ko unke parivar ko leke Darr tha. Phir Samar Veer ji aur Amrit parjaiyi ji ne bhi unki beti Avleen ko uski Nani ke pass bhejna chaha par vo bechari 4 saal ki bachchi maa baap ke bina kaise rehti."

(I was 25 when I came to Mumbai for business because Rajveer Veer Ji and Samar Veer Ji had to handle the Punjab branch at that time. That’s when I met him here in Mumbai. I was here for three months, and I never realized that he was just playing with my feelings. When I talked about marriage, he agreed, and we were going to Punjab. But when we got there, Papa and both Veer Ji didn’t like him. They said he wasn’t right for me, but I didn’t listen. Then, when I didn’t talk to anyone for a few days, Rajveer Veer Ji said he wanted to show me something. That’s when I found out that the man was already married, had two children, and was just using me for my property. He only wanted to become rich. I cut all ties with him, but one day he called and said he would destroy everything. Radhika Parjai Ji got scared, so she sent Chiku, Golu, and Bholi to Chiku’s maternal uncle. Bholu’s father, Sarab Veer Ji, was the one who found out everything about that man, which is why Parjai Ji feared for their family’s safety. Then, Samar Veer Ji and Amrit Parjai Ji also wanted to send their daughter, Avleen, to her maternal grandmother. But how could that poor four-year-old girl live without her parents?)

Rishwik: "Meri Aloo"

(My Aloo…)

Rishwik and Rudraksh sat in silence, their eyes glistening with unshed tears as memories of their younger cousin sister flooded their minds. The love they held for her was evident in their expressions, a mix of sorrow and longing etched on their faces.

Simrat: "Haa teri Aloo, nhi gayi vo. Phir vo raat aayi. Har jagah shanti thi. Achanak se sheher me bomb blasts ki khabre aane lagi aur pata chala ki agla blast humare sheher me hoga Amritsar me. Veer ji hum sabko suraksha ke apne bodyguards ko bol diya aur baaki aas pass ke logo ki bhi madad karni chahi. Rajveer Veer ji ko achanak kahi jaana pada kisi dost ko madad chahiye thi toh unhone Avyukta ke papa aur humare sabse bharosemand bodyguard, Jaydeep bhaisaab ko ghar ki rakhwali ke liye kaha. Us raat mujhe us insaan ka phir call aaya aur usne kaha vaha jo kuch ho raha hai vo uska kiya dhara hai aur aaj sab khatam ho jayega vo kisi ko nahi chodega. Main Darr gayi thi, main Jaydeep bhaisaab ko sab bataya aur phir unhone sabko Ghar se dur le jane ka socha par jab hum sab nikalne wale the hume pata chala ghar har taraf se bahar se lock hai. Ek khidki tak nhi khul rahi hai. Bahaut koshish ki kuch nahi hua.. tab veer ji ko phone kiya vo daude chale aaye. Unhone bahar se khidki ek tod di phir railings thi, unhone jaise taise railings bhi nikali. Maine parjayi ji ko jaane kaha par unhone mujhe bhej diya. Veer ji ne mujhe bahar kheecha aur kaha ki kisi ko madad ke liye lekar aau.. main jaldi se bahar ki or bhagi aur main sarab veer ji ko lekar aayi. Veer ji mujhe bahar hi rukne kaha, maine kiya tha bholu par unhone nhi suni meri aur akele andar Gaye.... Isse pehle main kuch kar pati....."

(Yes, your Avuu… she didn’t leave. And then, that night came. Everything was peaceful. Suddenly, news started spreading about bomb blasts in the city, and we found out that the next blast was going to happen in our city—Amritsar. Veer Ji asked our bodyguards to ensure everyone’s safety and also help the people around us. Rajveer Veer Ji had to leave suddenly because a friend needed help, so he told Avyukta’s father and our most trusted bodyguard, Jaydeep Bhaisaab, to protect the house. That night, that man called me again and said everything happening was his doing, and tonight, everything would end. He said he wouldn’t spare anyone. I got scared and told Jaydeep Bhaisaab everything. He decided to take everyone out of the house, but when we tried to leave, we realized the house was locked from the outside. Not a single window would open. We tried everything, but nothing worked. Then, we called Veer Ji. He rushed back and broke one of the windows from the outside. There were railings, but he somehow managed to remove them. I told Parjai Ji to leave first, but she pushed me out instead. Veer Ji pulled me outside and told me to get help. I ran out as fast as I could and brought Sarab Veer Ji back. Veer Ji told me to stay outside, and I did, Bholu, but he didn’t listen to me. He went inside alone… And before I could do anything…)

Simrat’s face was drenched in tears, her emotions flowing freely, unable to be contained any longer. But she wasn’t the only one. Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes, their hearts aching as they witnessed the depth of pain that had resurfaced. The past of the Malhotras was truly haunting, a shadow that never completely left them. And now, in this moment, it felt like the wounds of yesterday had reopened, raw and unbearable.

Amandeep, Rishwik, and Rudraksh felt like they were reliving the most painful days of their childhood. The helplessness, the loss, the grief—they all came crashing down, flooding their minds with memories they had tried so hard to push away. Their parents’ faces flashed before their eyes, their smiles, their warmth—only to be replaced by the gut-wrenching pain of their absence.

Rishwik clenched his fists, his eyes shutting tightly as if trying to block out the images, but they refused to fade. Amandeep gritted his teeth, struggling to keep himself composed, yet his trembling hands gave away his turmoil. Rudraksh, usually the strongest among them, felt a lump form in his throat, his grip on Simrat’s hand tightening as if grounding himself in the present. The air in the room was thick with sorrow, but in that grief, there was also something unspoken—a silent promise, a bond that even time and pain couldn’t break. They had survived, they had endured, and now, standing together, they knew they would face whatever came next, just like they always had.

Simrat: "Isse pehle main kuch karti chiku, vaha blast ho gaya beta... Main kuch nahi kar payiii... Uske baad kya hua kaise hua kuch yaad nahi, par maine vo hadsa apni aakhon se dekha, sab khatam hote dekha."

(Before I could do anything, Chiku… there was a blast. I couldn’t do anything… After that, I don’t remember what happened or how it happened. But I saw it with my own eyes—I saw everything get destroyed.)

As Simrat finished narrating her side of the story, emotions ran high in the room. Rudraksh and Rishwik, unable to hold back, pulled her into a tight hug, their arms wrapping protectively around her. Tears streamed down their faces, reflecting the pain, love, and relief they all felt.

Amandeep, who had been silently watching, clenched his fists, his own emotions overwhelming him. Unable to resist any longer, he stepped forward and joined the embrace, his strong arms wrapping around all three of them. At that moment, words were unnecessary. Their silent tears and tight embrace spoke volumes, healing old wounds and strengthening the bond they shared.

Simrat: "Sorry bachcho, meri ek galti, ek galat faisle se sabki zindagi tabah ho gayi, sab khatam ho gaya, chiku, bholu, Golu aur vo nanhi si jaan Avyukta sab anath ho gaye...meri galti hai... Shayad mujhe zinda rakh ke hi saza de rahe hai mere rab ji mujhe."

(I’m sorry, children. Because of one mistake, one wrong decision of mine, everyone’s lives were ruined. Everything was destroyed. Chiku, Bholu, Golu, and that little soul, Avyukta… all of you became orphans. It’s my fault… Maybe my lord is punishing me by keeping me alive.)

They slowly pulled back from the hug, the warmth of their embrace lingering between them. Rishwik gently cupped her face and wiped away her tears, his touch filled with care and reassurance.

Rishwik: "Nahi buiii, aapki galti nahi hai, aur jiski galti hai use bharpayi karni padegi."

(No, Buii, it’s not your fault. And the one who is at fault will have to pay for it.)

Amandeep: "Buiii aap khudko dosh mat do, aap humare sath ho ye kya kum hai??"

(Buii, don’t blame yourself. The fact that you are with us is more than enough.)

Simrat gazed at Rudraksh, her eyes filled with unspoken emotions. He quickly wiped his tears, composing himself, and then looked at her with unwavering determination. His expression held a silent promise—one of strength, resilience, and an unbreakable bond.

Simrat: "Chiku beta..."

(Chiku, Child..)

Rudraksh: "Bas naam buii, bas naam bata do, vada karta hu aapke ek ek aasu ka, humari family ki maut ka, har ek cheez ka badla lunga buiii bas naam bata do."

(Just the name, Buii. Just give me the name, and I promise—I will avenge every single tear you shed, every single life we lost, everything that was taken from our family. Just give me the name.)

Simrat smiled through her tears, her emotions overwhelming yet tender. Her hands trembled slightly, but she still extended them toward Rudraksh, gently placing her palm on his cheek. Her touch was warm, filled with love and comfort, as if silently conveying everything her heart felt in that moment.

Simrat: "Yahi umeed thi mujhe tujhse Chiku. Bilkul Veer ji par gaya hai."

(This is exactly what I expected from you, Chiku. You are just like Veer Ji.)

Rishwik: "Naam batao Buiii."

(Tell us the name, Buii.)

Simrat’s proud smile didn’t waver as she looked at Rishwik’s anger-filled eyes. She saw the fire in them, the same fire that burned within her. Instead of concern, she felt a deep sense of pride—this was exactly how their parents had raised them. Fearless against the world yet overflowing with love for their family.

Her fingers clenched into fists as the memories of her past resurfaced, darkening her gaze with raw fury. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and looked ahead with unwavering determination. No longer a victim of her past, she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. Rishwik, noticing the shift in her expression, clenched his jaw. He knew that look—Simrat was ready for war.

Simrat: "Jis insaan ne meri zindagi humara parivar, humari khushiya sab barbaad kar di uska naam hai "VIJAYPRATAP VIKRAMADITYA RATHORE". "

(The man who destroyed my life, our family, our happiness… his name is "VIJAYPRATAP VIKRAMADITYA RATHORE.")

Rishwik, Rudraksh, and Amandeep froze in disbelief, their eyes widening as they processed what had just happened. But it wasn’t just them—every single person in the room stood stunned, their expressions mirroring sheer shock. A heavy silence filled the air, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone, leaving them speechless.

Rudraksh: "Is he from Rajasthan??"

Simrat: "Yes. The son of King Vikramaditya Rathore and Queen Rajlakshmi Rathore."

Ruhanika's eyes widened in shock, and within seconds, her breathing became erratic. Panic set in as she struggled to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Her grip on Ashvik's hand tightened, her fingers trembling as she clung to him for support. Ashvik's face turned pale with worry, realizing that she was in distress.

Ashvik: "Teddy, beta shhhh saansein le saansein le, shhhh araam se."

(Teddy, beta, shhh… breathe, take deep breaths… shhh… calm down.)

Ashvik continued rubbing Ruhanika's back gently, his eyes filled with concern. She slowly lifted her gaze towards him, her tear-filled eyes making his heart clench.

Everyone in the room grew tense, sensing something was wrong. Before anyone could react, Rudraksh immediately ran towards her, his panic evident. Without a second thought, he scooped her into his arms, holding her close as if shielding her from whatever was troubling her. Simrat, watching the scene unfold, furrowed her brows in confusion. She looked at Rishwik for answers. Ruhanika gripped Rudraksh's shirt tightly, burying her face in his chest. Her body trembled slightly, making Rudraksh hold her even closer.

Rudraksh: "Shhhh betuu, kuch nahi, shhh saasein lo pehle jaana please Ruhhh mere liye. Karo aise chalo saasein lo."

(Shhh, betu… nothing will happen, shhh, breathe first… please, Ruhhh, for me. Do this, come on, take deep breaths.)

Rudraksh took a deep breath, steadying himself before gently instructing, Ruhanika to follow him.  Ruhanika, still trembling, mirrored his actions, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Gradually, her breathing stabilized, and the panic began to fade. As soon as she felt in control again, she collapsed into Rudraksh’s arms, clutching him tightly. Tears streamed down her face as she broke down completely, sobbing against his chest. Rudraksh held her close, his grip protective and soothing, gently rubbing her back.

Ruhanika: "V..o vo bahaut bure hai.. un...hone humare sath gal..at kiya hum seh gaye. Par b..buiii aur humare parivar ke sath bhi."

(T-they… they are very cruel… t-they did wrong to me, and I endured it… but Buii… and our family too??)

Rudraksh’s eyes were turning red, his emotions barely contained. His breath was uneven, heavy with suppressed pain and anger. Ruhanika could hear and feel the rapid rise of his heartbeat, pounding against his chest like a storm brewing within him. She knew this moment was overwhelming for him, for all of them. But she also knew that she needed to be strong—not just for herself, but for Rudraksh, Rishwik, and their entire family.

Taking a deep breath, she blinked away her tears, forcing herself to regain composure. She needed to be their anchor, the calm amidst the storm that was threatening to consume them. She pulled back slightly, her lips pressing into a firm line as she quickly wiped her tears away.

But Rudraksh—his emotions were far from contained. His eyes, now bloodshot, burned with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. His veins were visibly popping out from his hands and neck, a sign of his barely controlled rage and grief. Her heart clenched at the sight. She glanced toward Rishwik and Amandeep, only to find their expressions mirroring Rudraksh’s—silent yet seething, emotions bubbling beneath the surface, a mix of shock, hurt, and something deeper. Ruhanika wasn’t scared, though. No, she wasn’t afraid of their reaction—she was concerned. Concerned for their pain, for the emotions they had buried for so long, now resurfacing in an instant. Without hesitation, she gently placed her hand over his chest. Her touch was warm, grounding. Slowly, she rubbed soothing circles against his chest.

Ruhanika: "Shhh Akshhhh shant ho jaiye do pal ke liye."

(Shhh, Akshhhh… calm down for a moment.)

Rudraksh stood up abruptly, his anger evident in his clenched fists and tense posture. The sudden movement made the rest of the family rise as well, their expressions filled with concern. Amidst the tension, Ruhanika gently held his hand, her touch attempting to calm him down.

Ruhanika: "Akshh, Aman bhaiya, Rishi bhai bas 2 minute humari baat sun lijiye"

(Akshh, Aman Bhaiya, Rishi Bhai, just listen to me for two minutes.)

The three of them closed their eyes, taking deep breaths to control their anger for Ruhanika’s sake. Noticing their efforts, she smiled softly and stepped in front of Rudraksh. With gentle hands, she rubbed his chest soothingly, hoping to ease his tension.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh tu..."

(Ruhhh, you…)

Ruhanika: "Hum jante hai hum zara sa ghabra Gaye the, par hum ab nahi ghabrayenge. Hum pehle wali Ruhanika nahi hai, hum aapki Ruhh hai. Hum jante hai hume himmat rakhni hai, hum jante hai aap sabko saza denge."

(I know… I got a little scared… but I won’t be afraid anymore. I’m not the old Ruhanika anymore. I’m your Ruhh. I know I have to be strong. I know we will punish them all.)

Rudraksh: "Toh mat Roko mujhe abhi Ruhh, main ek aur pal yaha rukunga toh pagal ho jaunga is soch me ki vo insaan ab bhi zinda hai."

(Then don’t stop me now, Ruhh. If I stay here for even another moment, I will go mad thinking that man is still alive.)

Rishwik: "Apne haathon se marunga bhai use main."

(I will kill him with my own hands, Bhai.)

Amandeep: "Itna dard dunga ki apni zindagi par afsos hoga use."

(I will make him suffer so much that he will regret being alive.)

Rishwik, Rudraksh, and Amandeep instinctively took a step forward, their anger still simmering, but before Rudraksh could move any further, Ruhanika firmly held his hand once again. Her touch was enough to make him pause. Karanjeet glanced at Ashvik and Kartavya, silently asking them to intervene, but they simply exchanged a knowing look and blinked. They were well aware that if anyone could handle the situation, it was Ruhanika.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh, betu aaj nahi...."

(Ruhhh, betu, not today…)

Ruhanika: "Kya aap chahte hai jis insaan ki vajah se buii ki ye halat hai aaj, mumma papa aur pura parivar humare sath nahi, us insaan ko aisi asaan maut mile???"

(Do you want the man who ruined Buii’s life, who took Mumma, Papa, and our entire family away from us, to have an easy death???)

Rishwik, Amandeep, and Rudraksh turned towards Ruhanika, who blinked at them innocently. Without saying a word, she gently guided all three of them to sit on the couch. Once they were seated, she bent down in front of them, her expression serious. But despite the tension in the air, none of the three could bear to see her in such a position. Almost instinctively, they moved to stand up, unwilling to let her lower herself before them. However, before they could get up, Ruhanika quickly placed her hands on their knees, stopping them.

Ruhanika: "Suniye humare baat."

(Listen to me.)

The three of them looked at her, their expressions still clouded with anger. Ruhanika gently took one hand from each of them in hers, her touch soothing yet firm. She looked up at them with a soft smile, silently asking them to trust her.

Ruhanika: "Hum chahte hai ki us insaan ko uske karmo ki saza mile par aise nahi"

(I want him to pay for his sins, but not like this.)

Rudraksh: "Kya kehna chahti ho betu"

(What do you mean?)

Ruhanika: "Jis insaan ne aapko itne dukh diye hai, hum chahte hai vo til til mare Aksh, vo marne ko tarse par use maut na aaye. Zindagi bhi bojh lagne lage par vo khud ko khatam bhi na kar paye."

(The man who caused you so much pain—I want him to suffer every single moment. I want him to beg for death but never get it. I want life itself to become a burden for him, but he shouldn’t even be able to end it.)

Rudraksh, Rishwik, and Amandeep exchanged glances before looking back at Ruhanika. The unspoken words in her eyes were enough for them to understand what she was trying to convey.

Ruhanika: "Hume zyada toh in sab cheezo ka gyaan nahi hai, par aapne kaha tha aap vo Mafia ke Raja hai... Toh ab waqt hai ki aap apna badla le Aksh... Humare liye, Mumma papa ke liye, Buii ke liye... Ek ek aaso ka badla chun chun ke le aap sab. Hum nahi chahte use ek asaan maut mile.... Kya aap ye karenge humare liye???"

(I don’t know much about these things… but you once told me you are the King of the Mafia, Aksh. Now is the time to take your revenge. For us… for Mumma, Papa… for Buii… Take revenge for every single tear we shed. I don’t want him to have an easy death… Will you do this for me???)

The three of them—Rudraksh, Rishwik, and Amandeep—stood protectively in front of Ruhanika, their presence forming a shield around her. They gently helped her to her feet, their eyes filled with silent determination. In unison, they placed their hands on her head.

Rudraksh: "Tumhare kasam kha ke kehta hu Ruhh, us insaan ko dharti pe hi narakh dikhaunga"

(I swear on you, Ruhh, I will make that man witness hell on earth.)

Rishwik: "Mujhe Kasam hai tumari Angel, use khoon ke aasu rulaunga."

(I swear on you, Angel, I will make him weep tears of blood.)

Amandeep: "Vaada hai Ruhii vo vaise hi marega jaise tum chahti toh."

(I promise, Ruhii, he will die exactly the way you want him to.)

Kartavya and Ashvik stepped forward, their expressions firm yet determined, and joined Rudraksh, Rishwik, and Amandeep in placing their hands on Ruhanika's head.

Kartavya: "Ye maqsad har haal me pura karenge."

(We will accomplish this mission at any cost.)

Ashvik: "Use meri behen ke, mere dost ke aur meri is family ke dard ka hisaab dena hoga."

(He will have to pay for the pain he has caused my sister, my friends, and my family.)

The five of them exchanged determined glances, their resolve evident in their expressions. Seeing their unwavering support, Ruhanika couldn’t help but smile, warmth spreading through her heart. The rest of the family mirrored her happiness, their faces lighting up with pride and admiration.

Simrat and Karanjeet, standing nearby, felt an overwhelming sense of pride for their family. Their eyes gleamed with emotions, knowing that no matter what challenges arose, they would always stand together.

Simrat's gaze shifted to Ruhanika, and her heart swelled with pride for the young woman before her. She had already learned about Ruhanika’s painful past from Rudraksh, but today, a new piece of truth had come to light—the person responsible for Ruhanika’s suffering was none other than Vijaypratap. The realization made her fists clench, but more than anger, she felt admiration for Ruhanika’s strength. Despite everything, she had fought through her past and emerged even stronger.

Ruhanika's heart pounded in her chest as she rushed into the home temple, her hands trembling yet determined. She knew this moment was significant—one that would change everything. She returned with the aarti ki thali, the sacred plate holding the lamp, vermillion, and rice. The flame flickered, casting a warm glow on her face as she stood before the five men who had taken an oath—a vow to seek justice, to avenge the pain inflicted upon their family by Vijaypratap.

Her eyes softened with pride and concern as she stepped forward. One by one, she performed the tilak, marking their foreheads with kumkum as a symbol of strength, faith, and protection. Each of them bowed their heads slightly, their eyes reflecting unwavering determination. Then, something unexpected happened. In an act of profound reverence, the five men bent down to touch Ruhanika’s feet, addressing her as the goddess of their lives—their guiding force. But for one man, this moment meant something even more, Rudraksh.

He was the first to bow, his hands gently touching her feet, his gaze unwavering as he looked up at her.

Rudraksh: “Main us rab me vishwas nahi rakhta hi Ruhh, par tumhe maanta hu bugge"

(I don’t believe in God, Ruhhh, but I believe in you)

He murmured, his voice raw with emotion. His words sent a shiver down her spine. There was no hesitation, no doubt—only absolute devotion and trust in his eyes. As she reached forward to apply the kumkum tilak on his forehead, he gently grasped her wrist, stopping her. Instead of letting her apply tilak with kumkum, he asked her to use her sindoor. Her breath caught in her throat. Understanding the depth of his request, her heart swelled with emotions too vast to contain. Slowly, she moved closer, pressing her forehead against his, letting the sindoor from her hairline touch his skin. A sacred bond. A silent promise. As the red mark stained his forehead, Rudraksh closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if sealing his vow—not just for revenge, but for her, for their family, for everything they stood for.

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Hola Readers, 🌹

A lot has been revealed in this chapter, and the revenge arc is coming soon! Hope you all are excited for it. ☺️

Precap:

Sachet and Mahira go missing.

Rishwik opens up emotionally to his aunt, Simrat.

Ruhanika bonds with Simrat.

Riyanshi visits RM Mansion.

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