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Krishiv stepped out of his bungalow, slipping his sunglasses off as his eyes fell on Kavya standing outside. She was fidgeting with a paper bag in her hands, her steps hesitant as if debating whether to move forward or turn around. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he climbed into his car. As he drove towards her and stopped, he rolled down the window.

“Bulbul ki mummy?” he called out, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Kavya turned abruptly, startled, and then quickly composed herself. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted, her voice slightly shaky.

Krishiv tilted his head, his expression turning curious. “Aap yahan? Kuch kaam tha?” he asked, leaning slightly out of the car window.

Kavya hesitated, her grip on the paper bag tightening. “Haan… nahi… I mean haan,” she stammered before extending the bag towards him.

His brow arched as he accepted it. “Ye kya hai?” he asked, peeking into the bag.

“Cookies,” she said softly, clasping her hands nervously in front of her.

His lips curled into a smirk. “This is for me?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Kavya quickly shook her head. “Nahi… You’re going to the orphanage na? So give these to the children,” she explained hurriedly, her voice laced with sincerity.

Krishiv leaned back in his seat, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Mujhe kya delivery boy bana diya aapne?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in mock indignation.

Kavya’s eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously. “No, sir… I…” she began, fumbling over her words.

Before she could spiral further, Krishiv chuckled, raising a hand to calm her. “Arre relax, I was kidding,” he said, his tone gentle. He opened the box and picked up a cookie, examining it before taking a bite.

Krishiv took another bite of the cookie and nodded in appreciation. “Mhmm, it’s yummy! Kis bakery se laye aap?” he asked, looking at her curiously.

“I baked it,” Kavya replied, her tone soft yet proud.

His eyebrows rose in surprise, and a grin spread across his face. “Wow, impressive,” he said, genuinely impressed.

A shy smile crept onto her lips at his compliment, but it quickly turned into a playful glare when he reached for another cookie. She lightly smacked his hand. “Arrey! Aap saare hi kha jayenge kya? Ye unn bacchon ke liye hai!” she scolded lightly, her voice playful but firm.

He closed the box carefully and placed it back on the passenger seat. Glancing at his watch, he said, “Accha, ab mai jaun? Varna late ho jayega na.”

But before she could take more than a few steps, his voice called her back. “Bulbul ki mummy!”

She turned, confused. “Haan, sir?”

Krishiv leaned slightly out of the car window, his expression softer now. “Aise khush raha kariye, instead of shouting,” he said, his tone gentle but playful.

Her eyes widened in mock offense. “Main? Shouting? Kab?”

He grinned. “Haan, bechari bulbul ko aur mujhe darate rehte ho. Keep smiling like this… aur enjoy kariye life ko,” he added, his voice filled with warmth.

Kavya stood there, her mouth slightly open in disbelief, but before she could respond, he started the car. “Bye, bulbul ki mummy,” he said with a small wave, driving off.

As his car disappeared around the corner, Kavya giggled loudly, shaking her head.

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Vedant paced back and forth in his living room, his heart pounding as he rehearsed what he wanted to say. A small box with a delicate ring sat on the table, and the room was still undecorated. He muttered to himself, trying to build up courage.

"Vedant, tu kar lega... bas casually bol dena 'I love you.' Arre nahi, casually kaise bolunga? Thoda special hona chahiye! But kya hoga agar usne...?" He shook his head. "Nahi, yeh sab negative mat soch."

Finally, he picked up his phone and dialed Nandini's number.

"Hello, Vedant?" Nandini's cheerful voice came through.

"Nandini, ek important baat karni thi... ghar aa jaogi kya, please?" His voice was calm, though his insides churned with nervous energy.

"Of course! Main aadhe ghante mein aati hoon," Nandini replied without hesitation.

Vedant hung up and let out a deep breath. "Bas aadha ghanta hai. Jaldi karna padega."

He sprang into action. In the next few minutes, he transformed his living room into a dreamy space. Soft fairy lights adorned the walls, and he scattered rose petals across the floor leading to the coffee table, where the ring box sat in the center surrounded by small candles. He set up some background music her favorite instrumental tune and dimmed the lights to create a cozy, intimate ambiance.

Once satisfied with his efforts, Vedant sat on the sofa, clutching the ring box tightly. The sound of his heartbeat felt louder than the soft music in the background.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Nandini!" Vedant called out, forcing himself to sound casual.

He dialled her number confused Nandini pickup his call.

"Gate khula hai, andar aa jao!" Vedant said trying to be casual.

The door creaked open, and Nandini stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.

The soft glow of fairy lights filled the room as Nandini stepped inside Vedant's house. She paused, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes took in the scene. The usual simplicity of Vedant's home was transformed into a magical space. Rose petals formed a trail leading to a shimmering curtain, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.

Her fingers brushed the curtain as she pulled it aside. The sight before her took her breath away—a massive "I LOVE YOU" spelled out in vibrant flowers, framed with delicate strings of lights. Her eyes welled up as emotions she couldn’t yet name began to rise.

Before she could process the moment, a voice she recognized, yet had never heard in such a tender tone, spoke from behind her.

“Nandini…”

She turned, startled, to see Vedant standing there, his eyes shimmering with unspoken feelings. For the first time, she saw a vulnerability in him that left her rooted to the spot.

“Ladte-ladte kab tumse pyaar ho gaya, mujhe khud nahi pata chala,” he began, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “Main hamesha kehta tha ki mujhe tumhari shakal nahi dekhni… par jab bhi ankhen kholta tha, tumhara chehra hi dikhai deta tha. Main tumhari awaaz nahi sunna chahta tha, par jab bhi khud se baat karne ki koshish karta tha, tumhari hasi mere kaano mein goonjti thi.”

Nandini’s breath caught in her throat as Vedant took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Tum mujhse zyada argue karti thi, mujhe irritate karti thi, aur kabhi kabhi toh mujhe lagta tha ki tum meri sabse badi problem ho. Lekin phir samajh aaya, tum problem nahi thi… tum meri zindagi ki sabse badi zarurat ban chuki thi. Tumhare bina sab kuch khaali lagta tha, sab kuch adhoora.”

Vedant’s voice cracked slightly as he continued, his emotions overwhelming him.

“Nandini, main hamesha sochta tha ki pyaar sirf kahaniyon aur filmon mein hota hai, ki mere jaisa insaan kabhi kisi se dil nahi lagayega. Lekin tumne meri har soch ko galat sabit kar diya. Tumne mujhe badal diya. Ab main har din romantic gaane sunta hoon, har jagah tumhe dhoondta hoon. Tumhare bina meri duniya, meri zindagi, kuch bhi poori nahi hai.”

He took her hand in his, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, he knelt on one knee, his gaze locked with hers.

“Main kabhi kisi ladki ke aage nahi jhuka, par aaj main tumhare saamne jhuk raha hoon. Main tumse kuch maangna chahta hoon, Nandini. Main tumse tumhara saath maangta hoon, tumhara waqt maangta hoon, tumhara pyaar maangta hoon.”

His voice grew softer, yet more intense, as he poured his heart out.

“Main jaanta hoon ki main perfect nahi hoon. Main tumhare liye kabhi ek ideal boyfriend ya husband nahi ban sakta. Lekin itna wada karta hoon ki main hamesha tumhare saath rahunga. Tumhare har dukh ko apne dil mein mehsoos karunga, tumhare har khushi mein apni jaan laga dunga. Main tumhe hamesha support karunga, tumhare sapne pure karne mein tumhara saathi banunga.”

Nandini felt her tears spill over as Vedant’s words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace.

“Tum mujhse pyaar karti ho ya nahi, yeh main nahi jaanta,” he continued, his voice trembling now. “Lekin itna jaanta hoon ki tum meri zindagi ho, meri saanse ho. Tumhare bina jeena soch bhi nahi sakta. Tumse ek din ki doori bhi bardasht nahi hoti, toh poori zindagi tumhare bina kaise guzaru?”

He took a deep breath, his emotions spilling freely now.

“Nandini, tum mujhe pura kar deti ho. Tumhare saath har din ek naye sapne ki tarah lagta hai. Mujhe tumhari zarurat hai, tumhare bina main kuch bhi nahi.”

He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a delicate ring.

“Kya tum mujhe apni zindagi ka hissa banane dogi? Kya tum mujhe apna banne dogi?”

The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the lights. Nandini stood frozen, her wide eyes fixed on Vedant. She didn’t blink, didn’t move, as if her body was no longer under her control. Her heart raced wildly, a battle of emotions raging inside her. She wanted to reach out, to hold his hand and say everything she felt, but something deep within held her back, a fear she couldn’t shake off.

Her mind was dragged into the past, and she began to hear the haunting echoes of her childhood.

"Please, Papa… Mumma ko mat maaro… Masi ne toh kaha tha aapki love marriage hai… Aap Mumma se bahut pyaar karte ho… phir kyun karte ho aap aise?"

She could see the terrified face of her younger self, hugging her mother, crying as her father beat her mother. The sound of her father’s harsh voice, her mother’s cries, and the crashing of objects filled her ears as if it were happening all over again.

A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, and before she knew it, they were flowing freely.

“Nandini?” Vedant’s soft, concerned voice broke through her trance. “Tumhe time chahiye? Agar aisa hai, toh mai intezaar karunga tumhara.”

His words, filled with so much patience and love, jolted her back to the present. She blinked rapidly, shaking her head as if trying to rid herself of the memories.

“Kuch nahi hota pyaar vyaar… kuch nahi,” she said abruptly, her voice trembling as she turned and ran from the house, leaving Vedant standing in stunned silence.

Vedant didn’t waste a second. He ran after her, calling her name. She reached her house, fumbling with the keys, but before she could slam the door shut, Vedant slipped inside.

“Hua kya, Nandini? Jawab toh do,” he demanded, his voice filled with urgency and worry.

“Please jao yahan se,” she replied, her back turned to him, her voice breaking.

Vedant took a step closer. “Nahi. Pehle batao tum aisa kyun keh rahi ho? Kya ho gaya hai?”

She turned abruptly, her eyes blazing with pain and frustration. “Main aapse pyaar nahi karti! Suna aapne? Ab please jaaiye!” Her voice cracked, but she turned away from him, hiding her tears.

Vedant wasn’t convinced. He stepped forward and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Tumhari aankhon se pata chal raha hai sab. Tum jhoot bol rahi ho.”

“Galat Fehmi mein padne ki zaroorat nahi hai!” she yelled, jerking his hands away. “Iske pehle main aapke pyaar ki aur aap ki insult karun, please, I am requesting you… chale jaiye yahan se.”

Vedant stared at her, his heart aching as he saw the walls she had built around herself. He took a deep breath and stepped back.

“Okay, fine,” he said, his voice steady but filled with determination. “Lekin yaad rakhna, Nandini… I love you. And I will wait for you, forever.”

He turned and left, the sound of the door closing echoing through the room.

FLASHBACK

12 years old Nandini sat comfortably on the living room couch, surrounded by her family. Her mother, Avantika, was sitting beside her father, Naresh, while her maasi, Lakshi, and mama were also present. Nandini’s cousins, Vinni and others, filled the space with their laughter and chatter. It was one of those cozy family evenings when everyone gathered to share stories, jokes, and memories.

"Lakshi bachi hai, wo abhi kya bata rahi ho?" Naresh shook his head as he looked at Lakshi, who had just shared a story about Nandini’s parents.

"Kya jiju, ab aapki beti ko apne mummy-papa ke love story ke baare mein pata to chale. Aur ab wo itni badi ho gayi hai," Lakshi replied, her voice playful as she glanced over at Nandini, who was sitting up straighter, her curiosity piqued.

"Kya sach, maasi? Mumma-papa ki love marriage thi?" Nandini asked, her eyes wide with wonder, as she turned to Avantika, waiting for an answer.

"Haan, bacha," Lakshi replied, smiling as she saw the spark of curiosity in Nandini’s eyes.

"To bataiye na mummy, kya kaise tha?" Vinni, Nandini’s elder cousin, jumped in eagerly, sharing Nandini’s excitement. She looked at Avantika, eager to hear the details.

Avantika shifted slightly in her seat, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Naresh jiju aur mein college se hi jaane the ek doosre ko. Jiju, didi ekdum seedhi thi, aur jiju to badnaam hi the college mein apni shaitaniyon ke wajah se... Ek baar to didi ne jiju ki complaint kar di thi office mein, jiski wajah se unhe ek hafta ke liye suspend kar diya gaya tha," Avantika said, shaking her head, the fondness in her eyes clear.

Everyone burst into laughter, and Nandini’s eyes widened in surprise. "Haww! Mumma, how rude!" she exclaimed as she looked at her mother with mock disbelief.

Naresh chuckled and leaned in, adding, "See beta, I tell you, tumhari mumma kitni dangerous thi."

"To kya karti, meri ragging ki thi," Avantika said, her face turning slightly pink as she recalled the incident.

"Aisa bhi kya kiya, sabke samne gaana gaane bola tha. Ussi mein rone lagi, to maine thoda mazaak udaya tha," Naresh said, laughing as he nudged Avantika’s shoulder, bringing more laughter from everyone in the room.

"Phir kya hua?" Nandini asked eagerly, clearly hooked on the story.

"Uske baad ye dono itna chidhte the ek doosre se. Phir ek project mein ma'am ne inhe partner bana diya, aur dheere dheere, dono ek doosre se pyaar karne lage," Lakshi continued, her voice full of affection as she told the story. "Aur phir, jiju ne farewell party par didi ko propose kiya tha, shaadi ke liye."

Nandini’s eyes sparkled as she absorbed the story. She leaned forward, her little hands clasped together. "To mummy-papa ka love story to kaafi filmi tha na?" she said, her tone dreamy, imagining her own future.

Naresh smiled warmly at Nandini’s innocent curiosity. "Haan beta, filmy to thi… Tumhari mumma ne mujhe sudhar ke ekdum family man type bana diya tha, varna main to yeh shaadi-vhaadi mein believe hi nahi karta tha. Main sochta tha ki itni jaldi shaadi? Main to 28-29 mein soch ke baitha tha, par humne 24 mein hi shaadi kar li," Naresh added with a proud smile.

"Aur yeh dono hamare ideal couple hain," Lakshi chimed in, her voice full of admiration as she looked at Avantika and Naresh, who shared a warm glance.

Naresh then pulled Avantika into a side hug, his smile gentle and affectionate. Avantika, who had been blushing slightly, shook her head with a smile, clearly flustered by the attention.

Nandini, sitting in the middle of her family, looked at her parents with awe, thinking to herself, If I ever have a love story in the future, I want it to be just like theirs. Just like Mumma and Papa’s love story.

Next week.

Nandini walked through the front door, her school bag slung over her shoulder.  As she entered the living room, her heart skipped a beat. There, sitting on the couch, was her mother, Avantika. Nandini froze in place, her eyes widening at the sight of the bruises on her mother's face.

"Mummaaa...ye kaise lagi aapko?" Nandini asked, her voice filled with concern as she dropped her school bag beside the door and rushed towards her mother. She knelt down beside her, gently cupping Avantika's face with trembling hands.

Avantika tried to smile, but the pain was evident in her eyes. "Arre, wo kitchen mein lag gayi thi galti se," she explained softly, attempting to brush it off.

Nandini wasn’t convinced. "Aise kaise aap dhyan se kara karo na kaam...papa....papa," she said, calling out for her father.

Moments later, Naresh came downstairs,  "What happened, beta?" he asked, glancing between Nandini and Avantika.

"Mumma ko kitni chot aayi hai, aapne ointment kyun nahi lagaya?" Nandini asked, her tone sharp with concern. She looked at her father, waiting for an explanation.

Naresh sighed and looked at Avantika. "Lagaya tha beta, ye chot subah ki hi hai. Ointment mit gaye hain,".

Avantika nodded, "Haan bacha, papa ne lagaya tha. Ab aap jao, change kar lo," Avantika said softly, trying to ease Nandini’s worry.

Nandini, though still concerned, nodded and reluctantly left to change her clothes, but her mind was racing.

As she walked towards her room, she overheard the conversation between her parents.

"Khabardar, jo meri beti ko kabhi mere khilaf bhadkaya," Naresh’s voice was cold and commanding.

Avantika's voice, however, was firm, yet laced with pain. "Maine usse kuch nahi bataya... par agar aapne dobara mujhpar haath uthaya to mujhe der nahi lagegi batane mein... aur haan, Nandini ke sath main police ko bhi bataungi ki aap mujhe aksar marte hain."

Nandini stopped dead in her tracks, the words piercing her like a dagger. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Naresh's response was chilling. "To bata do na, mere bohot bade bade links hain. Yun jail se bahar aa jaunga,"

Avantika took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "Pyaar karti hun aapse, isliye kuch nahi bataya, par ye last warning hai."

Naresh’s eyes softened as he gazed at Avantika. "Mai bhi pyaar karta hun tumse, par tum baat hi aisi karti ho. Tumhe mera gussa pata hai na, phir kyun aise bolti ho? Janti ho kaisa lagta hai mujhe tumhe chot pahochakar," he said, his voice suddenly filled with guilt and regret.

Avantika's tears began to fall freely. She didn’t say a word instead, she cried silently, her shoulders shaking. Naresh, as if realizing the gravity of what he had done, quickly pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as though he could erase all the pain with his touch.

Nandini was standing at the door to her room, frozen in shock. Her heart pounded in her chest, the world around her suddenly feeling like it was collapsing. She had never imagined this side of her father, the side that caused her mother so much pain.

Her eyes widened as the reality of the situation hit her. She turned and rushed to her room, locking the door behind her. She sank down onto her bed, her heart heavy with confusion and fear.

Tears blurred her vision as she stared at the wall. She had always believed her family was perfect, that her parents’ love story was something beautiful. But now, everything seemed broken.

Nandini hugged her knees to her chest, trying to make sense of it all. Why did this have to happen? she thought, tears streaming down her face.

It was a quiet afternoon as Nandini sat at her desk, trying to focus on her studies. The soft sound of the pencil scratching against the paper was interrupted by loud shouting from downstairs. Her heart raced in her chest as she recognized the voices, her father and mother. The anger in Naresh's voice sent a chill down her spine.

Without thinking, Nandini quickly shoved her books aside and ran downstairs. What she saw froze her in place.

Naresh was throwing things across the room papers, books, and even furniture were being flung carelessly, as though nothing mattered. His face was twisted in fury, his hands shaking with rage. On the sofa lay her mother, Avantika, her skin bruised and marked, with burns on her hand and face. Nandini gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

"Mummaaa...." Nandini cried out, rushing to her mother’s side and throwing her arms around her, the tears already welling in her eyes.

Avantika winced in pain as Nandini hugged her. "Beta... aap upar jao," Naresh commanded harshly. He threw aside his cigarette and began to unbuckle his belt, a gesture Nandini had seen before but never fully understood until now.

"Please, papa... mumma ko mat maaro," Nandini shouted, standing in front of Avantika to protect her. "Masi ne to kaha tha aapki love marriage hai... aap mumma se pyaar karte ho, phir kyun karte ho aap aise?" Her voice was full of anguish.

Naresh stopped mid-action, the belt slipping from his hand. He sank to his knees, staring at his daughter, his face a mix of guilt and frustration. "Beta, papa loves mumma... par aapki mumma ki wajah se aaj mujhe apni life ki sabse badi deal milne se reh gayi. To batao, mai kya karta?" His voice was low and filled with regret, but his words carried no true apology. "Mumma ko pata hai papa ka gussa... agar wo khana serve karne se pehle taste kar leti to pata chal jaata na ki khane mein mirchi kitni thi."

Nandini’s chest tightened with disbelief. "To bas itni si baat ke liye?" Her voice trembled with anger and pain. "Papa, I hate you," she cried, her tears flowing freely now.

Naresh’s face softened with hurt,

Avantika, who was lying on the sofa in pain, sat carefully and cupped her face. "Bet... beta aisa nahi kehte, papa loves you so much... and papa loves me also... par abhi situation dekha na, aapne? Papa ki kitni badi deal thi? Papa aapke liye sabse bada vala doll house laane wale the na... par deal ki wajah se papa ko itne paise nahi mil paaye. Bas itni si baat hai," she explained, trying to justify his actions with an excuse.

Nandini felt her stomach churn with disgust. Her father was trying to rationalize the violence. Was this really love? she thought, her heart breaking.

Avantika, still sitting on the couch, wiped her tears and looked at Nandini.

"Avantika, I love you, I am sorry... please forgive me... abse aisa nahi hoga." Naresh said, his voice cracking with emotion as he reached for Avantika, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Avantika stared at the floor, her face unreadable. She didn’t speak, her silence saying more than any words could. She was trapped in this cycle of abuse and apology, love and pain.

Nandini, too stunned to respond, just stood there, watching them. Her heart was torn apart. What kind of love was this? she thought. How could someone hurt the person they claimed to love, only to apologize and beg for forgiveness, as if everything could go back to normal?

"Chalo, jao beta, agle week aapka annual function hai na, dance class ka time ho raha hai," Avantika said softly, trying to change the subject, though the tension in her voice was still palpable. She looked up at Nandini, her expression filled with sadness.

Naresh quickly added, "Chalo beta, I will drop you. Get ready fast." His voice, though gentle now, held no real sincerity. He still wasn’t addressing the truth of his actions.

Nandini didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. Instead, she turned away and walked out of the room, her head filled with too many thoughts and emotions to process. How could she ever believe in love again if this was what it looked like?

As she walked toward the door, Naresh called out, his voice full of desperation. "I love you, Avanti. Please give me a last chance... ab tak to mai bas tumhe chhoti moti chot deta tha, par aaj tumhare body par itne bruises dekh ke pata chala ki mera gussa kitna bekar hai... I promise I will make everything okay... give me one last chance, I will work on my anger," Naresh pleaded, hugging Avantika tightly.

Avantika didn’t respond, her eyes vacant as she stared at the floor. She didn’t fight him. She didn’t push him away. She just let him hold her, and for a moment, it seemed as if time had frozen.

The day Nandini returned from her school camp, she was met with a sight that would haunt her forever. As she entered her home, her eyes immediately widened in shock and horror. Her mother, Avantika, lay lifeless on the floor, blood trickling from her mouth. Her body was covered in bruises, each mark telling the tale of the violence she had endured. Naresh sat beside her, his eyes filled with tears, but his face showed no true remorse.

Nandini dropped her bag in disbelief, her body trembling as she rushed to her mother's side. She gently lifted Avantika’s head, placing it on her lap, tears streaming down her face.

"Mummaaa... mummaaaaaa... kya ho gaya aapko?" Nandini cried, her voice breaking in agony.

Avantika’s barely audible voice emerged from the pain, "M...my baby... I just want to say... apne papa... papa ke khilaf kuch bhi mat bolna, please... he loves me... wo bas gusse mein... unka... unka haath uth gaya..." She gasped for breath, trying to comfort Nandini despite the pain she was in.

Nandini’s heart boiled with rage, her emotions conflicting with the overwhelming sadness. "Kaisa pyaar hai ye... papa, ye hai aapka pyaar? Issi pyaar ko log ideal maante hain? Pehle haath uthao, phir pyaar ka vaasta dekar sorry bolo... kash mummy pehle hi aapko chhor deti to aaj ye sab na hota..." Nandini’s words were sharp, laced with anger and betrayal. She couldn't understand how love could justify violence.

Naresh, still sitting there, tried to justify himself, though his words rang hollow. "Be... beta, papa ko maaf kar do... bas gusse mein... Varna aapko to pata hai how much I love your mumma."

But Nandini had had enough. "Nahi! Bas bahut ho gaya... main 12 saal ki hoon, par dimaag hai mujhme. Main mumma ko lekar nani ke yahan jaungi... mama ko bula kar," she declared with resolve, her voice trembling but firm. She turned to Avantika, her eyes filled with determination. "Utho mumma, abse hum inke saath nahi rahenge."

Naresh, in panic, pleaded as he shook Avantika’s lifeless body. "Avantika... utho kya hua... Avanti... please utho."

Nandini could only watch in shock and disbelief as her mother remained still, her life slipping away from her. The reality was too much to bear, and she stood up in a daze, dialing the police number, her hands shaking.

"Beta, please papa ko maaf kar do... please don’t call the police... papa loves mumma na, wo to bas aise hi ho gaya. I am sorry beta," Naresh begged, his desperation evident.

Nandini ignored him, moving back to her mother's body and sitting down beside her once more. She ran her fingers through Avantika's hair, her tears falling onto her mother’s cold skin. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by Naresh’s defeated sobs and the sound of sirens in the distance.

When Nandini’s maternal family arrived, the police were not far behind. Naresh was arrested, taken away in handcuffs, and Avantika was prepared for her final rites. Nandini, numb and still in shock, remained seated on the sofa, her mind unable to fully process what had just occurred.

"Agar isse pyaar kehte to mujhe kabhi pyaar nahi karna," Nandini whispered, her heart shattered as she began to sob uncontrollably. In one day, her entire world had been destroyed.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Nandini’s words echoed in the silence between her and Vedant. The weight of her past hung over her, making it nearly impossible to believe in love or trust again. Her tears flowed freely as she spoke, her voice trembling with raw emotion.

"Aap par bharosa karna chahti hoon... par jo maine apne aankhon ke saamne dekha, usse kaise bhi jaun... kaise bharosa karun ki kal ko hamare beech sab kuch sahi rahega?" Nandini paused, wiping away a tear, her eyes filled with pain. "Mujhe pata hai aap aise nahi hain... par papa bhi to aise nahi the... mai pyaar, shaadi, in sab par bharosa nahi karti hoon. Agar ye baat aapko pehle hi bata deti to shayad aaj ye nahi hota... I am sorry Vedant, I know aapka pyaar sacha hai, par jhoothe pyaar se zyada sachhe pyaar se bharosa uth gaya hai mera."

She couldn’t stop crying, the weight of her past and the fear of repeating history consuming her. The love and trust she had once been so willing to give had been shattered, and it was too painful to rebuild.

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The evening breeze gently rustled their hair as Amrit, Nandini, and Kavya sat together on the terrace, sipping tea and enjoying the peaceful sky. Preeti walked up, carrying a couple of shopping bags and plopped down beside them with a big smile.

"What's up, girls?" she asked cheerfully.

"Kahan thi itni der se?" Nandini asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Arrey, I went shopping. Kal Karwa Chauth hai na," Preeti said, grinning as she held up a small box of bangles.

Nandini frowned slightly, her voice tinged with skepticism. "You actually believe in these fasts? Aur ye fast sirf ladkiyan hi kyun rakhti hain? Why are there no fasts for men?"

Preeti raised an eyebrow, her smile fading into a calm but firm expression. She placed her shopping bags down and leaned back, her tone steady yet powerful.

"Listen, Nandini. The problem isn’t with traditions; it’s with how people interpret them. Karwa Chauth isn’t about submission or inequality. It’s about love, dedication, and togetherness. And as for why these rituals exist, our culture emphasizes the strength of women. Look at any fast, any puja, women are the ones performing them. It’s not because we’re weaker, it’s because we’re the nurturers, the protectors. These fasts are a way to honor that strength. It’s our choice, not anyone else’s demand."

There was silence for a moment as her words sank in. Amrit and Kavya exchanged impressed glances, while Nandini nodded thoughtfully, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Amrit looked on ground with a thoughtful expression. After a moment of hesitation, she turned to Preeti, asking, "Mai bhi rakhun kya?"

Preeti glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "If you want, aur agar tu rakh sakti hai toh hi rakh. Dekh ke toh lagta hai ki behosh ho jayegi," she teased, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

Amrit rolled her eyes, but her grin spread across her face as she shrugged off the comment. "I will be fine. Aap bas mujhe list de dijiye, kya kya chahiye hoga mujhe," she replied confidently, brushing off any concerns.

Akshat walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the tea pan. Just as he reached for it, Amrit darted forward, snatching it from his grasp and placing it on the stove.

He frowned at her, his brows knitting together. "Ab yeh kya tha?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

Amrit grinned mischievously but didn’t reply.

He turned to look for the milk, only to find her already pulling it out of the fridge and handing it to him. His frown deepened as he took it. "Kya baat hai, Amrit?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

She shook her head innocently, her grin widening.

He sighed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Shaking his head, he began preparing the tea. As he worked, she hovered beside him, handing him ingredients almost before he could ask for them.

"Kuch kaam hai kya?" Akshat asked, his tone light but curious.

Amrit nodded, biting her lip nervously.

He set the spoon down, leaning casually against the counter, his arms folded across his chest. "Bolo," he prompted, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

She hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Woh... kal Karwa Chauth hai... toh I thought I—"

Before she could finish, Akshat interrupted her. "Bilkul nahi," he said firmly, shaking his head.

Amrit blinked in surprise. "Arre, par kyun?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

"Khud ko dekha hai?" he replied, his voice soft but unwavering. "Vaise bhi, you’ve become so weak lately. Ab yeh vrat bhi? Nahi, Amrit."

"Akshat, I’m fine. Main aram se rakh lungi," she insisted, her tone almost pleading. "Please... I want to do this. Please."

He sighed deeply, looking at her with a mix of concern and frustration. "Next year kar lena. Iss baar nahi," he said, trying to put an end to the conversation.

"But this is my first Karwa Chauth after marriage," she countered, her voice growing more emotional. "Yeh zyada special hai."

"Amrit," he began, his tone slightly exasperated, "ye sab kuch nahi hota. It’s just—"

"I don’t care," she cut him off, her voice firm and her eyes determined. "But I want to keep this fast for you."

Akshat handed Amrit a steaming cup of tea, his expression calm but firm. "Chai piyo," he said, his voice steady, though his concern was evident.

Amrit looked at the cup in his hand, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Nahi pina," she replied angrily, crossing her arms and turning on her heel to leave the room.

Akshat sighed, watching her storm off. He glanced down at the cups in his hands, shaking his head in frustration. Without hesitation, he followed her, careful not to spill the tea.

When he found her standing by the window, arms still folded, he stopped a few feet away. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted her stubborn expression, but he also noticed the hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

He stood silently for a moment before speaking. "Why don’t you understand?" he asked, his voice soft yet firm. "Abhi tumhare liye studies jyada important hai. Tum inn sab mein kyun pad rahi ho?"

Amrit turned to face him, her brows furrowing as her frustration bubbled over. "Studies important hain," she admitted, her voice slightly shaky, "but you are also important for me."

Her words hung in the air, striking Akshat with a force he hadn’t expected. His heart skipped a beat as her sincerity cut through his frustration. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to respond, his gaze locked with hers.

"Please, Akshat," she said, her tone softening. She stepped closer to him, her eyes pleading. "I promise agar mujhe zara si bhi weakness hui, toh mai vrat tod dungi. Trust me, I’ll take care of myself."

Akshat sighed deeply, his resolve wavering. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind battling between his concern for her health and her heartfelt determination. Finally, he gave in, nodding reluctantly.

Amrit’s face lit up instantly. "Yeiiiiyy!" she squealed, unable to contain her excitement.

Before Akshat could react, she threw her arms around him in a tight hug, catching him completely off guard. His eyes widened as he stumbled slightly, the cups in his hands shaking precariously.

"Amrit," he said, trying to steady himself, "chai gir jayegi!"

Realizing what she’d done, Amrit quickly broke the hug, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and joy. She reached for one of the cups in his hand, carefully taking it from him.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, though the grin on her face betrayed her lack of regret.

Amrit paced around the living room, holding her phone as she listed out her worries. "I have to buy so many things! Aur itna kuch banana hota hai… Preeti aunty ne sab mere upar chhod diya hai. Kal subah hi jaana padega, warna sab late ho jayega," she said with a sigh, scrolling through her notes.

Akshat, who was sitting on the couch reading, glanced up at her. "Accha, ab relax," he said calmly. "Send me the list. Mai sab lekar aa jaunga. Tum bahar rehkar aur thak jaogi."

Amrit paused, looking at him skeptically for a moment before nodding. "Fine," she said, sending him the list on WhatsApp. "Aap sab kuch le aana. Mujhe kuch chhodna nahi hai."

"Yes, ma’am," he replied with a smirk, returning to his book as she sighed in relief.

After a while, Akshat got up and headed to the kitchen. Amrit noticed and followed him, switching off the TV as she walked in. She hopped up onto the counter, making herself comfortable as he started preparing dinner. With her phone in hand, she began scrolling through reels, giggling every now and then.

"Ye dekhiye," she said suddenly, leaning over to show him a reel. Her face lit up with amusement as she held her phone out to him.

Akshat glanced at the screen, his brows furrowing. "Ye kaun hai?" he asked, clearly unimpressed.

Amrit shrugged. "Mujhe kya pata!"

"Toh dikha kyun rahi ho?" he asked, his tone serious but with a hint of teasing.

"Funny reel hai, isliye!" she defended herself, shaking her head dramatically.

"Kya funny tha isme?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Amrit slapped her forehead in frustration. "Aapko toh kuch samajh hi nahi aata," she muttered under her breath, but then a smile spread on her face as she remembered her late mother’s similar reaction to her antics.

Determined to make him laugh, she showed him another reel. This time, Akshat’s lips curved into a faint smile as he watched it, though he quickly masked it by turning back to his cooking.

Just then, Amrit’s phone buzzed with a notification. Vidya had sent her a text on Instagram: "Tu aur jiju bhi aise hi kiss karte hoge na? 😂"

Amrit’s eyes widened in shock as the message flashed on her screen. She quickly tried to swipe it away, but it was too late—Akshat had already seen it.

He handed her phone back with a slight smile tugging at his lips, pretending to focus on chopping vegetables.

After dinner, Amrit lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a content smile. The warm afterglow of the dinner lingered, and the peace of the night settled in around her. She felt her body relax into the mattress as she let out a soft sigh, trying to forget the flurry of thoughts racing through her mind.

Moments later, Akshat entered the room, closing his laptop and setting it down on the side table. He noticed her lying there, her hair scattered across the pillow, her eyes looking serene and calm. Without saying a word, he slowly walked over and laid down beside her, the bed creaking slightly under his weight. He turned to face her, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of her. There was something about the way she looked in this quiet moment that made his heart feel full.

Amrit, sensing his presence, turned her head towards him. She caught his gaze, and a smile tugged at her lips. Without thinking, she bit her lower lip, a playful gesture as she scooted a little closer to him. Her hand brushed against his left cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes fluttered shut at the gentle contact, his breath catching in his throat.

She leaned in slowly, the space between them narrowing, and without a word, she placed her lips softly on his right cheek. Her lips lingered for a split second, a sweet, fleeting kiss. Akshat’s heart skipped a beat, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he opened his eyes to meet hers.

But before he could respond, Amrit quickly pulled back, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. She covered her face with the blanket, hiding her expression from him as she giggled softly.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Akshat’s home, casting a soft glow over the space. As he walked in through the front door, he immediately noticed the activity in the living room. A few women were gathered around, chatting and laughing, the air filled with excitement. Sarees of every color imaginable were spread across the couches, while gleaming jewelry sets were carefully laid out, their sparkle catching the light.

"What's happening?" Akshat asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he stepped further inside, his eyes scanning the scene.

Vihaan, who was examining a rich red saree held against Anika’s form, looked up and smiled. "Aaj Karwachauth hai na, so they’re selecting dresses and jewellery for the fast," he replied, distracted as he continued checking the fit of the saree on Anika.

Vishakha, sitting nearby, nodded as she gently picked up a set of delicate jewellery. "After they’re all selected, I’ll be giving it to Anika. It’s tradition, you know. The saas gives the sargi to her bahu for Karwachauth," she explained, looking at Akshat with a knowing smile.

Akshat’s expression softened slightly at the mention of tradition. "Kyun?" he asked, genuinely interested in hearing more about the customs surrounding Karwachauth.

Vishakha looked up, her eyes filled with pride. "It's a way of blessing the daughter-in-law, making sure she has everything she needs for the fast." she said, her voice warm. She returned to her task, picking up another saree, her fingers brushing over the fabric with appreciation. "This one is so beautiful... If Akshat had only agreed to marry, I would have given this to his wife," she sighed, admiring the saree, almost lost in thought.

Akshat froze, a lump forming in his throat as his eyes automatically moved toward the saree. He couldn’t help but imagine how Amrit would look in it—her graceful form draped in the rich fabric, her smile glowing with joy. The thought stirred something in his chest, a warmth that made him look away quickly, his heart pounding just a bit faster.

After vishakha with Anika and Vihaan moved towards their rooms, Akshat quietly moved toward the table where the saree and jewelry lay. He scanned the room, making sure no one was paying attention to him. His heart was beating a little faster now—he knew what he had to do.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the saree Vishakha had admired and the set of jewelry, carefully tucking them into a bag and paid for it. He looked over his shoulder once more, making sure no one was watching him. With swift, deliberate steps, he exited the room, heading straight for the front door.

Once outside, he quickly made his way to his car, keeping the bag of saree and jewelry close to his side. He opened the trunk and placed everything inside, his movements quick and efficient.

The evening sun cast a soft, golden glow through the apartment windows as Akshat stepped inside, a slight frown on his face as he anticipated finding Amrit resting, likely feeling weak after a long day of fasting. He’d hoped she’d be taking it easy, but as he walked through the door, his eyes quickly scanned the room, surprised to find her casually sitting on the couch, watching TV. Her posture was relaxed, her attention absorbed by whatever was playing on the screen.

He paused for a moment, a concerned look crossing his face as he walked over to her. “Do you want to break the fast? Weakness toh nahi lag rahi?” he asked, his voice gentle, laced with genuine concern.

Amrit glanced up at him, a playful glint in her eyes as she shook her head. “Nahi toh! Arre, mai toh bahot baar khana pina bhul jaati thi, it’s nothing new for me,” she replied with a smile, clearly unbothered by the fast.

Akshat couldn’t help but sigh in relief at her confidence, though he couldn’t completely let go of his worry. He wanted to make sure she was okay, despite her nonchalant attitude.

Without saying another word, he reached into the bag he was holding and stepped closer to her. “Ye lo,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with warmth as he extended the bag toward her.

Amrit looked up, her eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as she took the bag from him. She opened it slowly, her fingers grazing over the contents before her eyes fell on the saree and the jewelry. Her gaze softened as she held them up, her fingers brushing over the delicate fabric of the saree and the shining gems of the jewelry set.

“Maa has selected these,” Akshat continued, watching her reaction intently. “She wished to give it to my wife… toh mai tumhare liye le aaya,” he explained, his voice laced with affection and respect for his mother’s gesture. “Saas ke taraf se sargi di jati hai na,” he added, a small, shy smile forming on his lips as he explained the tradition.

Amrit’s eyes widened for a brief moment, the significance of his words not lost on her. She smiled at the thoughtfulness behind his gesture, her heart warming. She reached out to take the items from the bag, her fingers lightly caressing the fabric of the saree. It was beautiful, the colors rich and the design intricate. The jewelry sparkled, catching the light as she held it in her hands, almost like a precious gift.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

The night had settled in, with the cool breeze rustling the leaves outside the apartment, carrying the faint scent of the evening. Inside, the soft glow of the lights in the kitchen cast a warm hue over Akshat, who was busy preparing the last of the dishes for Amrit. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, but his attention kept shifting toward the window, where he could see Amrit standing by the window, her eyes fixed on the night sky.

Amrit let out a soft sigh, her patience wearing thin as she glanced up, her gaze scanning the dark expanse above. “Vaise toh itni jaldi nikal aata hai chand… aaj kahan reh gaya?” she whined playfully, the longing in her tone evident as she waited for the moon to appear, a key moment in the Karwachauth fast.

Akshat glanced at her from across the kitchen, shaking his head with a smile on his lips as he continued stirring the food on the stove. "Amrit, thoda paani pi lo, kuch nahi hota," he said, his voice gentle but firm, trying to get her to relax.

But Amrit’s face scrunched up in determination, and she shook her head vehemently. “Nahi!!” she replied with an exaggerated frown, not willing to give in just yet.

Akshat chuckled softly at her persistence, his amusement clear in his eyes. He placed the spatula down and walked over to her, his footsteps light. "Accha ab ready toh ho jao... nikal jayega chand," he teased her, his hand lightly brushing her shoulder as he gently coaxed her to calm down.

Amrit shot him a playful look, her cheeks flushing slightly at his closeness. “Haan... mai aayi,” she said with a grin before rushing off toward the bedroom. Her voice was a mixture of excitement and impatience as she dashed inside, eager to be ready for the moment she had been waiting for all day.

The moon, after what felt like an eternity, finally peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a soft, silvery glow across the world below. Akshat stepped out onto the balcony, his gaze fixed on the sky, a quiet sense of relief settling over him as he saw the moonlight bathe the world in its gentle light.

"Nikal gaya chand," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, as he turned to glance back at Amrit, eager to see if she was ready.

“Bas ek minute,” came her reply, her voice light but full of anticipation.

A few minutes later, the sound of light footsteps reached his ears, and he turned to see her. Amrit emerged from the room, wearing a stunning dark red saree, the rich fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made his heart race. The intricate red and golden bangles on her wrists caught the light as she moved, each jingle sending a small thrill through him. Her hair cascaded down in loose waves, framing her face perfectly. Her dusky skin glowed with makeup that only highlighted her natural beauty. The mangalsutra and sindoor adorned her, a constant reminder of their bond, while the waist band she wore added a final touch of elegance to her already radiant appearance.

Akshat’s breath caught in his chest, his heart hammering in his chest as he stood frozen for a moment, taking in her beauty. His mind momentarily went blank, the woman standing before him making it hard to think of anything but her.

Amrit walked towards him, her every step graceful, her presence commanding his attention. She stopped beside him, her body close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her. She turned to face him, her eyes searching his face for some sort of confirmation.

He reached up slowly, his hand gently caressing her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over the soft skin there. His fingers lingered for a moment longer, as if unable to let go of the sensation of touching her.

Amrit smiled softly at him, her lips curling in a way that made his heart skip a beat. She took a small step back, tilting her head slightly as she asked, “Kaisi lag rahi hun?”

Akshat’s heart swelled as he looked at her, and without thinking, his reply came easily. “Bilkul meri patni,” he said, his voice full of tenderness and pride. His eyes never left hers as he took a step closer.

He leaned in slightly, his lips barely brushing against her cheek. Amrit closed her eyes instinctively, her breath catching in her throat, feeling the softness of his kiss. The simple touch sent a surge of warmth through her, a wave of affection that made her heart race.

As he pulled back, he looked into her eyes, his own filled with admiration and something more—something deeper. He let his eyes drift from her eyes to her lips, the soft curve of her mouth drawing him in. He could feel the desire growing within him.

But the moment between was interrupted as her phone rang. Akshat stepped back slightly, clearing his throat, the sudden shift in energy palpable. Amrit’s gaze shifted from Akshat to the phone, and she looked at him briefly, a slight hint of concern in her eyes.

“P… Preeti aunty,” she said, almost as if apologizing for the disruption before quickly answering the call.

“Han aunty, kya... sath me fast todna?” Amrit asked, her voice a little higher than usual, a tinge of tension creeping in. Akshat, standing a few steps away, couldn’t help but notice the way she looked at him, her unease evident in her gaze.

“Aunty, wo… mere pati ki video call aayegi, toh wahan sabke sath kuch sunai nahi dega... mai apni balcony ya garden me hi vrat khol lungi,” Amrit explained to Preeti aunty, her words coming out in a quick stream as she tried to make the best of the situation.

“Okk, as you wish… phir aa jaana sath mein dinner karenge,” Preeti aunty said, sounding understanding, and Amrit let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Maine sab order kar ke rakh diya hai… waste ho jayega na,” she added, concerned about the food they had prepared.

After a brief pause and a few more words exchanged, Amrit disconnected the call, her mind still lingering on the conversation. She looked over at Akshat, who stood by, watching her intently.

“Ham garden me chalein? Yahan se jaldi dikhega nahi,” she suggested, offering a way to keep the moment uninterrupted. The cool night air of the garden felt like the perfect escape from the confines of the apartment.

“Ek minute,” Akshat replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he stepped away, entering the room. Amrit’s curiosity piqued, she stood by, waiting for him to return.

When Akshat emerged a few moments later, he held something in his hand. It was a small, delicate toe ring, its design simple yet elegant.

“I forgot to give you this... mere pocket mein tha,” he said, his voice soft but meaningful. Amrit’s gaze immediately shifted to the ring in his hand. Her breath caught in her throat, realizing what it meant, and her heart swelled with affection.

She extended her hand to take the ring, ready to slip it on herself, but Akshat did something unexpected. He sank to his knees, the motion surprising her completely.

“Akshat?” she murmured, her eyes wide with surprise and a rush of warmth flooding her chest.

“Mai kar lungi,” she said quickly, stepping back slightly, but he caught her feet gently, holding them with care.

"Pata hai mujhe," he replied softly, his voice steady as he looked up at her. His hands, though steady, held a tenderness that spoke volumes. Slowly, with great reverence, he took her foot in his hands, slipping the toe ring onto her delicate toe with utmost care.

Akshat and Amrit moved towards the backside of the garden.

Akshat stood beside her, his expression soft with concern, ensuring that everything was just right for her. Amrit looked up at him briefly, then turned her gaze back to the horizon, where the moon slowly began to rise, its light casting an ethereal glow. She could feel the weight of the night, the anticipation of breaking the fast after this long wait.

"Chand dikh raha hai," Akshat murmured gently, as he passed her a glass of water. He held it steady in his hands, looking at her with quiet affection.

Amrit smiled, a small but genuine smile, as she took the glass from him. She held it in her hands for a moment, savoring the significance of the moment. Her hand brushed against his, the contact almost grounding her in the reality of how far they had come.

"Do you want to break your fast now?" Akshat asked softly, his voice carrying the weight of care.

Amrit nodded, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. She drank the water, her gaze never leaving him, and Akshat watched her with tender eyes, feeling the quiet pride of being part of this sacred tradition with her.

Once she finished, Amrit turned towards him with a sense of purpose in her eyes, her heart filled with a mixture of reverence and emotion. She stepped back slightly, and without hesitation, she bent down to touch his feet, the age-old tradition of Karwachauth reverberating in her actions.

Akshat froze, his heart skipping a beat at her sudden gesture. “Amrit, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with surprise and concern.

She didn’t respond at first, focusing on the act, but then she looked up at him, a thoughtful expression in her eyes. "I’m touching your feet," she said quietly, a trace of emotion in her voice.

He shook his head gently, stepping back slightly, not understanding. "Amrit, you don’t need to do that," he said, his voice firm yet filled with care.

Amrit’s eyes softened, a tender smile curving her lips as she stood up. She walked towards him, closing the distance between them. "I used to think the same," she began, her voice steady but carrying a weight of understanding. "Why should wives touch their husbands’ feet? Why should we be expected to show this level of respect when sometimes... they don’t even deserve it?" She paused, her gaze thoughtful as she looked at him. "But you... you’ve proven that you deserve it. You've shown me that you're not just my husband, you're someone who truly deserves this respect. And that’s why I’m doing this."

Akshat stood frozen in place, a mix of emotions rushing through him at her words. His chest tightened, not from discomfort but from the warmth she had just poured into his heart. He watched her, awe-struck by the sincerity in her eyes as she continued.

"I may not consider you equal to God," she said, her voice soft but full of conviction, "but you’re certainly not less than a God in my life."

Before she could lower herself fully to touch his feet, Akshat’s hand shot out, and he gently grasped her shoulders, stopping her. He lifted her up, his hands steady and firm but filled with a warmth that melted her heart.

“No, Amrit,” he said quietly, his voice full of tenderness. “You don’t need to do this.”

“Ye sab kya chal raha hai??” A voice suddenly broke through the tranquility, and their eyes widened as they both jerked back, startled.

Bulbul stood at a distance, her hands perched confidently on her hips.

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