sisters talk

Ridhima stormed into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Anger simmered beneath her calm exterior as she grabbed her phone and dialed Veer's number.

He answered on the second ring. "Ridhima?"

"How could you do this?" she snapped. "You knew I didn't want to marry you!"

Veer sighed, his voice cool and collected. "Stop prioritizing yourself so much, Ridhima. I don't want to marry you either. This sudden decision surprised me just as much as it did you."

Her grip on the phone tightened. "Mr. Arora, listen carefully—I'd never, ever marry you. Fit that into your fucking head."

Veer's tone dropped, smooth and taunting. "So you think I would? Sweetheart, you're an ache I didn't ask for."

Before she could retort, he hung up, leaving her seething and glaring at the blank screen.

Devika, Meera, and Aarini barged into Ridhima's room, their faces lit up with excitement. Ridhima, still trying to compose herself after the heated conversation with Veer, forced a smile and adjusted her posture on the bed.

"What's up, sisters?" Ridhima asked, attempting a casual tone.

Devika plopped onto the bed beside her, grinning mischievously. "We figured you needed a break from all this wedding drama. Plus, I missed gossiping with my sisters."

Meera chimed in, "And honestly, we needed a reality check from Miss Perfect herself."

Aarini giggled, settling near Ridhima's feet. "Meera's just mad because mom made her fold the laundry this morning."

Ridhima chuckled lightly, trying to keep things light despite the whirlwind in her mind. "Ah, the tragic life of Dr. Meera Rajawat."

Meera rolled her eyes. "Hey, I save lives, but folding clothes? Absolutely not my forte."

They laughed together, but the mood shifted as Devika's expression softened.

"Ridhima," Devika said gently, "are you okay with... all this?"

Ridhima paused for a beat, masking the turmoil inside. "Of course. It's just a business arrangement, right? Nothing emotional."

Aarini frowned. "But marriage isn't just a business deal. Even if it starts that way... things change, Di."

Ridhima felt a lump in her throat but swallowed it down. "I'm strong enough to handle whatever comes my way."

Meera reached for her hand. "And we'll be there for you, always."

Ridhima squeezed her sister's hand, grateful for their presence.

Devika, with her usual sass, broke the heavy moment. "Besides, if Veer tries any nonsense, we'll gang up on him. Right, sisters?"

Meera and Aarini cheered in agreement.

Ridhima smiled faintly, her heart heavy but comforted. "You guys are impossible."

"And proud of it!" Devika winked.

The room filled with laughter again, the sisterhood moment a fleeting but much-needed break from the chaos of impending decisions.

As Devika and Aarini left the room with their usual playful chatter fading down the hall, Meera lingered behind, her expression turning serious.

Ridhima noticed the shift immediately. "What's up, Meera? You okay?" she asked, her voice softer now.

Meera hesitated, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Di, I need to tell you something serious. But promise you won't panic."

Ridhima straightened up, concern flashing in her eyes. "You're scaring me now. Spill it."

Taking a steadying breath, Meera began, "A critical case came to the hospital—a minister's son. I was assigned to handle it."

Ridhima's brows furrowed. "Okay, and?"

Meera's voice trembled slightly. "He went into a coma. Now the minister's accusing me of negligence, like I did something wrong."

Ridhima's eyes widened. "That's absurd! You're one of the best doctors they have."

"The problem is," Meera continued, "they've already brought in their top lawyer. He's notorious for winning high-profile cases."

Ridhima's expression hardened. "Do you need a lawyer too?"

Meera sighed. "Not yet, but I might in the future. I just... I don't want this to get ugly."

Ridhima placed a reassuring hand on Meera's shoulder. "Listen, if it comes to that, I'll find the best lawyer for you. But remember, if you've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear."

Meera met her sister's determined gaze. "I'm not afraid of the lawyer, Di. It's Dad's reputation I'm worried about. He's worked so hard to build it."

Ridhima's voice was firm. "We'll deal with this together, okay? No one's ruining Dad's reputation, and definitely not at the cost of your integrity."

Meera nodded, her tension easing a bit. "Thanks, Di. I knew you'd understand."

Ridhima smiled faintly. "Always. Now stop stressing. We'll cross that bridge if we come to it."

As Meera stood to leave, Ridhima watched her with a mix of pride and protectiveness. Her sister was strong—but no one messed with a Rajawat without consequences.

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