Kumkum Bhagya: Rishton Ki Ankahi Kahani - Chapter 108 updt on pg 22 - Page 18

Chapter 91

With nothing left to say, Rishi turned abruptly and strode out of the wedding venue, his expression a mix of anger and heartbreak. His parents and Sarita Ji followed closely behind, their silence heavy with disappointment.

Pragya and Prachi hurried after them, offering heartfelt apologies for the chaos that had unfolded. However, their words fell on deaf ears as Rishi’s family walked away without so much as a backward glance.

A Father’s Goodbye

Inside the marriage hall,

A heavy silence blanketed the hall, suffocating and unmoving.

Purab took a step back, his hands shaking as he looked at Aryan—his son, his blood—yet, in this moment, a stranger. His lips trembled, and for the first time, he struggled to find the words.

"I never thought… I would see this day." His voice was hoarse, almost broken. "The day my own son would make me regret believing in him."

Aryan’s fingers clenched at his sides, his entire body rigid, but he still said nothing.

Purab exhaled sharply, his pain too deep to mask. His breath was uneven, his heart hammering in his chest. The betrayal, the confusion, the sheer helplessness of the situation—it was too much. His vision blurred, and suddenly, the room tilted.

"Purab!" Abhi lunged forward just as Purab staggered, barely catching him before he collapsed completely. Sunny, equally concerned, rushed forward as well.

"Dad!" Aryan instinctively moved, but Purab’s weak, trembling hand shot up in warning.

"Don't!" His voice was strained, but the anger in it was enough to make Aryan halt mid-step.

Aliyah rushed to Purab's side, her own hands shaking as she tried to support him. "Purab, please—just sit down for a minute, take a deep breath!"

But Purab didn’t listen. He pushed away Aliyah’s touch, straightened himself with sheer willpower, and turned his gaze back to Aryan—his face ashen with devastation.

"You are not my son anymore."

A collective gasp rippled through the hall.

Aliyah's head snapped up. "Purab, NO!"

Aryan’s breath caught in his throat, and for the first time, his stoic mask cracked.

Purab swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "You stopped being my son the moment you stood there, watching me break, and said nothing."

Aliyah’s eyes filled with horror. "You can't do this, Purab! He’s OUR son!"

Purab turned to her, his face cold. "No, Aliyah. He’s your son. He made his choice."

Aliyah shook her head violently. "No… no, Purab, you don’t mean that!"

But Purab didn’t acknowledge her anymore. He turned away, his steps heavy and unsteady. Abhi placed a firm hand on his shoulder, guiding him toward the exit as the rest of the Mehras followed suit—except for Rhea, who stood beside Aryan, wiping silent tears from her cheeks.

Aliyah hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Aryan and Purab. "I will fix this," she whispered, half to herself, before rushing after her family.

And then, just like that… the Mehras were gone.

Sunny’s Hollow Victory

Sunny watched them leave, his heart thudding strangely in his chest.

This was what he had wanted.

For years, he had dreamed of the day Purab would finally see the truth—that Aliyah’s son wasn’t worth his love. He had wanted Purab to regret ever choosing Aryan over him.

And yet…

Why did this feel so wrong?

Why did he feel that strange sting in his chest when he saw his father nearly collapse from heartbreak?

His fists clenched, but for the first time, there was no satisfaction. No sense of victory.

Just… emptiness.

The Kohli Outrage

A bitter scoff broke the silence.

"So this is what you’ve done to our daughter, Aryan," Pallavi spat, crossing her arms as she glared at him. "You threw away your family’s trust, your parents’ love, and our daughter’s future—just to marry her?"

Shahana stiffened beside Aryan, her face paling at Pallavi’s sharp words.

Vikram exhaled, shaking his head in disappointment. "I don’t understand, Aryan. You had a good life, a family that adored you, and Mishti kept you as the apple of her eye. Why would you throw it all away for… this?"

Mishti, still trembling, wiped at her tears furiously. "You lied to me, Aryan! You made me believe we had a future! Was I that easy to replace?"

Ranbir, standing beside his sister, let out a hollow laugh. "I swear, man… I never thought you’d be capable of something like this." His tone was filled with disbelief and disgust. "You betrayed Mishti, your parents, your entire family—and for what? A last-minute drama?"

Shahana flinched at that, but before she could say anything, Aryan finally spoke.

"I don’t need to justify my choices to anyone." His voice was steady, but there was an undeniable edge to it.

Ranbir let out a sharp, mocking breath. "Right. Because you already lost the one person who actually deserved an explanation." He gestured toward the door where Purab had left. "Good luck living with that."

Aryan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

Pallavi took a step forward, her voice venomous. "You might have married her, Aryan, but trust me—this wedding won’t last."

Shahana's eyes stung, but she lifted her chin, refusing to back down.

A Dangerous Turn

The tension in the air had not settled. If anything, it had thickened—like a storm waiting to explode.

Vikram placed a hand on Mishti’s shoulder. "Come on, beta. Let’s go."

Mishti shot Aryan one last, betrayed look, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. However, Aryan’s gaze remained fixed on the door where his father had walked out, his face unreadable.

Sunny watched him carefully, his own emotions a tangled mess. For the first time since this all started… he wasn’t sure if he had actually won.

But while everyone was lost in their own turmoil, no one noticed the dangerous shift in Mishti’s expression.

She stood at the far end of the hall, her breath ragged, her entire body trembling. The pain, the humiliation, the betrayal—it was all too much. Her fingers twitched as she reached for the small decorative dagger placed on the ceremonial table nearby.

A sharp gasp from Pallavi broke the silence.

"Mishti!"

All heads turned just in time to see the blade glinting in Mishti’s unsteady hand, her grip tight as her knuckles turned white. Her chest heaved with erratic breaths, her anguish now bordering on something reckless.

"You ruined everything, Aryan!" she choked out, her voice raw with emotion. "You promised me a future, and then you threw me away like I was nothing!"

Shahana paled, stepping instinctively closer to Aryan. "Mishti, please, put that down—"

"NO!" Mishti’s shriek cut through the air like a whip. "Why should I? Why should I be the only one who suffers?" Her wild, tear-filled gaze locked onto Shahana, and for the first time, there was something unhinged in it.

Sunny, who had been frozen in place, finally sprang into action. "Mishti, listen to me—"

But before anyone could reach her, Mishti raised the dagger, her hands trembling as she struggled with her emotions—pain, anger, and desperation swirling inside her like a raging storm.

"If my life means so little…" Her voice was barely a whisper, but her words sent a chilling silence through the room.

Everyone’s attention snapped toward her.

"Mishti, NO!" Vikram shrieked, his face losing all color.

Before anyone could move, Mishti pressed the dagger against her wrist, her tears mixing with the sharp sting of steel.

Ranbir was the first to react.

With a furious growl, he lunged forward, knocking the dagger from Mishti’s hand and grabbing her shoulders. "Are you out of your MIND?" he roared, shaking her slightly.

Mishti’s sobs broke free as she crumpled against him, clinging to his shirt. "I gave him everything, Bhai. My heart, my trust… and he—he left me like I was nothing."

Ranbir’s jaw clenched, rage darkening his eyes as he slowly turned to Aryan.

"You…" His voice was a lethal whisper.

Aryan barely had time to react before Ranbir lunged, his fist colliding with Aryan’s face with bone-crushing force.

The Unleashing of Rage

A gasp erupted in the hall as Aryan stumbled back from the sheer impact of the punch.

Before he could recover, Ranbir struck again. And again. His fury had no limits, his fists landing with merciless precision.

Aryan fell against Sunny, caught off guard, barely managing to defend himself. Blood trickled from his lips, his vision slightly hazy, but he didn’t fight back. Sunny did not react, but something within him twisted painfully.

"Ranbir, STOP!" Shahana screamed, rushing forward, trying to pull him back.

But before she could reach him, Pragya and Prachi held her back.

"Let him," Pragya murmured, her voice eerily calm.

Shahana’s eyes widened in horror. "What—?! No! Aryan will die at this rate!"

But Prachi shook her head, her grip firm. "He needs to feel the consequences of what he’s done."

Shahana struggled, but Pragya’s and Prachi’s hold was unyielding.

Ranbir’s Wrath Knows No Bounds

"Ranbir, you’ll KILL him!" Sanju yelled, trying to intervene.

But when he placed a hand on Ranbir’s shoulder, Ranbir shoved him back so hard that Sanju stumbled onto a table, nearly knocking over a lamp.

Rhea tried next. "Ranbir, please! He’s already hurt—stop this!" She gripped his arm desperately.

But Ranbir turned with a furious glare and roughly pushed her away, sending her stumbling into Pallavi’s arms.

Blood dripped from Aryan’s mouth as he finally fell to his knees, gasping for breath. His face was swollen, his vision blurred. But Ranbir wasn’t done.

His chest heaved with unspent rage as his gaze fell upon the ceremonial sword tied to Aryan’s sherwani.

A deadly calm settled over him as he reached for it.

Everyone’s breath hitched.

Ranbir drew the sword from its sheath, its blade glinting under the golden chandeliers.

A collective gasp swept through the room.

"Ranbir, NO!" Pallavi shrieked.

But he was beyond listening.

Shahana struggled harder against Pragya and Prachi, her screams turning into heart-wrenching sobs. "SOMEONE STOP HIM!"

A Sudden Obstruction… and Blood

Ranbir gripped the sword tightly and lunged forward, aiming straight for Aryan’s chest.

A split second before the blade could pierce its target—

A sudden forceful resistance stopped him in his tracks.

Ranbir blinked, his breath heavy, as he felt the sword press into something… soft.

Then—

A few crimson droplets dripped from the blade onto the white marble floor.

Ranbir’s eyes snapped upward.

And his heart stopped.

Standing before him, blocking the blade with his own hands—

Was Sunny.

Rakhi gave a satisfied smile.

(Aa-Aa-Aa….Kumkum Bhagya Dramatic tune plays in the background)

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To be continued.

i hope rhea dont go back to wanting aliya's pampering, looks like shes turning to light side after all these time

sunny wont reveal the truth that easily. i wonder if rakhi guessed this drama will go this far, ranbir almost killing aryan and mishti trying self harm

lmao at pragya prchi holding back shahana lmaooo she might become widow the same night

poor purab; even if sunny reveals everything aryan lost all his trust. aliya's hands are full. i think only abhi might support these two

Chapter 92

The Moment of Realization

A deep silence choked the hall.

Everyone remained frozen as Sunny stood unmoving, the sword embedded just slightly into his hands. Blood trickled down his fingers, staining the gleaming steel.

Ranbir’s hands trembled around the sword hilt, his mind blank.

“Sunil…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

But Sunny did not move. His gaze remained locked onto Ranbir’s—intense, unwavering. And in his eyes… there was no anger, no resentment.

Just pain.

Not from the wound.

Not from the sword.

But from something far deeper.

In the midst of the chaos, amidst the cries and gasps—

Rakhi smiled.

Because she understood.

She saw what no one else did.

In stopping Ranbir, Sunny had made his choice.

A choice he hadn’t even realized until this very moment.

A choice that—despite all his hatred, his resentment, his thirst for vengeance—his heart had already made.

And Rakhi knew—

This was only the beginning.

The Unleashing of Fury

With a sudden, forceful motion, Sunny yanked the sword from his bleeding hands and flung it across the hall. The blade clattered against the marble floor with a loud, metallic clang.

Aryan, battered and barely conscious, staggered before his legs gave way. Sanju, Rhea, and Shahana rushed forward, catching him just in time.

"Aryan!" Shahana sobbed, pressing her hand against his bruised face.

Rhea’s own face was pale as she helped support him. “Stay with us, Aryan. Please.”

Sanju clenched his jaw. “We need to get him to a hospital!”

But before anyone could move—

A guttural roar echoed through the hall.

Sunny, overcome with uncontrollable rage, turned on Ranbir. In one swift motion, he grabbed Ranbir by the throat and slammed him against a pillar.

A collective gasp rang out.

“Sunil, NO!” Vikram shouted.

Ranbir’s hands clawed at Sunny’s grip, his body struggling for air. But Sunny’s grasp only tightened. His eyes blazed with an unfamiliar fury, his breath ragged.

He wasn’t listening to anyone.

Pallavi, Pragya, Prachi, Rhea, and Sanju all rushed forward, desperately trying to pry his hands away—but Sunny wouldn’t budge.

“Stop this madness!” Pragya pleaded.

Pallavi was in tears. “You’ll kill him! Let go!”

Even Rakhi stepped forward, worry flashing in her eyes. “You’ve already made your point. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

But Sunny didn’t move. His grip on Ranbir only grew tighter. Ranbir’s face was turning red, his struggles weakening.

Amidst the commotion, Sanju’s voice rang out.

“If Ranbir dies… I’ll marry you, Prachi.”

A stunned silence followed.

Prachi turned to him, pure disgust flashing in her eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

Sanju shrugged. “I mean, someone’s got to take care of you, right?”

Prachi shoved him away. “You’re sick!”

But there was no time to deal with him.

Ranbir’s struggle was weakening, his grip on Sunny’s arm loosening. His face was turning pale.

And then—

“Sunny!”

The voice was sharp. Commanding. Filled with both authority and emotion.

Sunny’s eyes widened slightly.

Slowly… his grip loosened.

He turned.

And there she stood.

Disha.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at her son, her lips trembling. “Let him go, please.”

Sunny’s entire body froze.

Then—

As if someone had drained all the strength from him, his hands slipped away from Ranbir’s throat.

Ranbir collapsed to the ground, coughing violently, struggling to catch his breath.

But Sunny didn’t look at him anymore.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the marriage hall.

Rakhi watched his retreating form, her heart twisting. She immediately followed after him.

Disha stood frozen, watching her son leave. Her lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Her eyes filled with unspoken pain.

And just like that, he was gone.

The Aftermath

As everyone gathered around Ranbir, ensuring he was alright, a sudden, sharp cry shattered the moment.

“Aryan! He’s not waking up!”

Shahana’s voice cracked as she held Aryan’s unconscious form in her arms.

Disha’s breath hitched. “Aryan!”

Sanju, Rhea, and Disha rushed to him, their panic evident.

"We need to get him to the hospital, NOW!" Sanju barked.

Rhea, still shaken, wasted no time. “I’ll call the ambulance!”

Without another second of delay, Aryan was rushed out by Shahana, Disha, Sanju, and Rhea. Pragya followed them and told Prachi, "You stay back and take care of the Kohli family."

Prachi nodded.

The Weight of Betrayal

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit bar…

The ice clinked against the glass as Abhi watched the man before him drown himself in drink after drink.

His heart clenched. He had never seen Purab like this.

“I lost him, Abhi,” Purab murmured, staring blankly at his drink. “I lost my son.”

Abhi clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply. “Aryan will be fine—”

Purab shook his head, his bitter smile betraying his pain. “No, Abhi.”

He lifted the glass to his lips, taking another burning sip.

“I lost my first son, Sunny, 20 years ago, and today I have lost my other son too.”

Abhi’s eyes darkened. He had no words.

Purab exhaled a shaky breath, leaning forward. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.

“He was my pride, Abhi. And today, my own son shattered that pride.”

His fingers curled into a fist, his knuckles turning white. And as he said it—a lone tear slid down his cheek.

The Breaking Point

In a secluded area, far away from the marriage hall, Sunny stood motionless.

His mind was blank.

He didn’t feel anything.

Nothing at all.

Then—

A soft voice broke the silence.

“Are you alright?”

Sunny flinched.

Rakhi.

She stood beside him, her eyes gentle yet concerned.

For a moment, he didn’t respond.

Then, all of a sudden—

He collapsed to the ground.

Tears burst from his eyes as he clutched his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I wanted this,” he gasped. “I wanted to break my father’s heart. I wanted to destroy my half-brother. And it happened. It all happened just as I wanted.”

His body trembled violently as he clutched his hair.

“Then why… why am I not happy? Why does it hurt so much?”

His sobs deepened, shaking his entire body.

Rakhi’s heart clenched.

Without hesitation, she knelt beside him.

She gently wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.

His head fell against her bosom, his tears soaking her dress.

And as she held him, stroking his back softly—

She whispered, “Because deep down… you never truly wanted this.”

Sunny didn’t respond.

He just cried.

The Unexpected Offer

In the hospital, the doctor sighed in relief. “Aryan is out of danger. But he needs complete rest and must stay under the care of his family.”

A deep silence filled the room.

The word family hit Aryan like a stab to the heart.

He let out a bitter chuckle.

“I don’t have a family anymore.”

Just then—

A voice rang out.

“You can stay with us from now on.”

Everyone turned.

Standing at the door, his expression unreadable—

Was Sunny.

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To be continued.

I am sad that purab disowned aryan. I liked aliyah here.because though aryan marrued shahana against her wish she didnt think of deserting her son.purab who cancelled his marriage with aliyah and married bulbul disowning aryan who did a similar thing is shocking.i am sad that even ranbir is against aryan and mishti even thought of self harming which is shocking.i hope pallavi's curse doesn't come true and arhana will stay together forever.but can't blame others as aryan wronged them.i am glad that though this is what sunny wanted he is not able to be happy now.

Oh sunny got hurt.i am shocked that sunny got violent with ranbir.i thought others will try to rescue ranbir from him.but disha had to come to control sunny.glad that aryan is fine now.rakhi telling sunny that he is not happy because he didn't really want this to happen was nice.purab sharing his pain with abhi was emotional. Sanju is stupid to say that he will marry prachi if ranbir dies.

Sunny you are in guilt but telling Aryan shahana can stay with you and disha...err

I mean it's dishas sautans son..she can be Tokyo sized large hearted but it has to ping her

In all these tamasha I feel awful for purab. Dude has nothing. If he gets to know sunny started all this it will break him further.

Chapter 93

An Unexpected Proposal

A heavy silence hung over the hospital room as everyone turned toward Sunny, stunned by his unexpected offer.

“You… want Aryan to stay with you?” Pragya’s voice held a note of disbelief.

Sunny nodded. His expression was unreadable, his gaze unwavering. “Yes.”

Aryan’s eyes flickered with hesitation. “Why would you—?”

“You need a place to stay, and now you’re married. Will you take your wife to the streets? My family… we have space.” Sunny's voice was firm yet devoid of any warmth.

Sanju, who had been quietly observing the exchange, frowned deeply. His mind raced with an entirely different concern—his own comfort. Sunny’s house was small, with only three rooms. If Aryan moved in, someone would have to give up their space, and that someone was obviously him.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Sanju blurted out. “There are three rooms in that house, Bhai. One for Mummy ji, one for you, one for me! Where exactly do you plan to fit these two?”

Sunny shot him a sharp glance. “You can stay with me.”

Sanju’s jaw dropped. “You mean I have to stay with you in your room? Oh, hell no! I’m not that type. I am straight, Bhai!” He crossed his arms, looking utterly betrayed.

Sunny rolled his eyes, clearly irritated.

Disha, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. Her lips curled into a soft smile as she looked at Sunny with pride and relief. Her son was changing.

Aryan and Shahana exchanged glances. They still didn’t trust Sunny, but his offer… it was unexpected. And right now, they had nowhere else to go.

After a long pause, Aryan sighed. “If you’re sure about this…”

“I am,” Sunny said simply.

Shahana looked hesitant but eventually nodded. “Okay.”

A Reluctant Farewell

Pragya decided to perform Shahana’s bidaai at the hospital. As the preparations were underway, she stood at the center of it all, her heart heavy.

This wasn’t how she had envisioned Shahana’s wedding. Everything had been chaotic, unplanned, and now, she was sending off Shahana with Aryan—someone she had never imagined as her son-in-law.

Tears welled in Pragya’s eyes as she placed her hand on Shahana’s head. “Take care of yourself, Shahana,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Shahana nodded, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

Sanju, still grumbling over his impending homelessness, stood off to the side, shaking his head as the ceremony concluded.

As Aryan and Shahana left with Sunny, Pragya watched them go, a lingering sense of unease twisting in her chest.

Rakhi’s Realization

St. Thomas Convent, R.K. Puram

Rakhi paced restlessly in her dorm room.

Her thoughts were a mess. A complete mess.

She had followed Sunny when he left the wedding, worried about what he might do next. But what she hadn’t expected was how much he was affecting her.

Her not-so-perfect Mr. Perfect was beginning to occupy more of her thoughts than she was comfortable with.

She closed her eyes, memories flashing in her mind—

• The way he had confided in her, breaking down in her presence.

Rakhi felt her chest tighten.

“Have I… started feeling for him?” she murmured to herself.

The thought terrified her.

Because she couldn’t afford to love anyone.

Not after what had happened to her.

Not after what Nikhil had done to her.

Her hands instinctively moved to her stomach. She was carrying her rapist’s child.

Tears streamed down her face as she sank to the floor, her body shaking with silent sobs.

Tensions at Mehra Mansion

Abhi helped a drunken Purab into the house.

Aliyah stormed toward them, fury blazing in her eyes. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded.

Abhi sighed, his patience wearing thin. “Purab needs rest, Aliyah. This isn’t the time.”

Aliyah scoffed. “Not the time? Do you even know what happened? Your so-called beloved Pragya’s namesake daughter tricked my son into marriage!”

Purab, though intoxicated, still managed to glare at her. “Your son? Aryan is my son too, Aliyah. And remember what you said earlier Aliyah...that he has made his choice.”

Aliyah’s face twisted in rage. “A choice that you should’ve stopped!”

“Enough!” Abhi snapped. “What’s done is done.”

But Aliyah wasn’t ready to back down. Her eyes gleamed with something darker. “This isn’t over,” she muttered under her breath.

And from the shadows, Priyanka smirked.

Priyanka’s Secret

As Aliyah raged on, Priyanka leaned back against the wall, her smirk widening.

She knew something no one else did.

Flashback

A few hours ago, she had met Sunny in secret. He had been oddly calm when he spoke.

“I’m going to replace Rishi with Aryan,” Sunny had said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Priyanka had been stunned. “You’re actually helping me out by stopping Shahana and Rishi’s marriage?”

Sunny’s lips had curled into a humorless smile. “Yes, I’m helping you out because you are my boss.”

That was all Priyanka had needed to hear.

So, she did nothing.

She let it happen.

She watched as the chaos unfolded.

And now… it was delicious to witness the aftermath.

Flashback Ends

Priyanka chuckled to herself. “Well done, Sunil,” she murmured.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement thinking her henchman, Sunil, had done an incredible job.

A Relationship in Ruins

Wedding Venue

The atmosphere in the wedding hall remained tense, the air thick with shock and confusion. Mishti sat on the mandap steps, tears streaming down her face, her bridal attire disheveled. The reality of what had happened—Aryan replacing Rishi as the groom—had shattered her world.

Prachi hurried forward with a glass of water, kneeling beside Mishti. “Drink this,” she said softly, concern evident in her eyes.

Before Mishti could reach for the glass, a hand smacked it away.

The glass slipped from Prachi’s grasp and crashed onto the floor, shattering into tiny shards.

Prachi gasped and looked up, startled. Ranbir stood before her, his face red with fury, his hands clenched into fists.

Everyone—including Rhea—stared at him in shock. He had never reacted like this before.

Before Prachi could say anything, Ranbir grabbed her wrist and dragged her outside, his grip tight and unrelenting.

“Ranbir! Leave me!” Prachi protested, struggling against his hold.

But Ranbir was in no mood to listen. He didn’t stop until they were away from the venue, where no one could hear them.

A Storm Unleashed

Ranbir finally let go, shoving Prachi a step back.

“What the hell, Ranbir?” Prachi snapped, rubbing her wrist. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Why?” Ranbir’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he let out a bitter laugh. “You’re seriously asking me why?” His expression turned furious again. “Because your sister ruined my sister’s life!”

Prachi’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Don’t act innocent, Prachi!” Ranbir exploded. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew Aryan and Shahana were having an affair, but you hid it from everyone! How could you?!”

Prachi reeled back, hurt flashing across her face. “I didn’t know! I swear, I had no idea! If I had known, do you really think I would’ve let this happen?”

Ranbir scoffed. “Oh, please! Shahana is practically your sister! You two share everything! How is it possible that you didn’t know?”

Prachi’s voice trembled, but she held her ground. “Then tell me something, Ranbir.” She took a step closer, her eyes searching his. “You are Aryan’s best friend. You two have been inseparable since childhood. Did you know?”

Ranbir faltered for a split second. He had no answer to that. He hadn’t known about Aryan and Shahana’s secret relationship.

But his rage refused to die.

“This isn’t about me!” he snapped. “This is about your family and how they’ve ruined everything! Your sister destroyed my sister’s life, and you stood there watching it happen!”

Prachi’s temper flared at his accusations. “I stood there watching? Seriously, Ranbir? I just found out about it like everyone else! Why are you blaming me?”

“Because you are one of them!” Ranbir shouted.

Prachi’s breath hitched, and something inside her cracked.

“So that’s it?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m one of them, right?” Her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Then what about us, Ranbir? What about everything we’ve been through together?”

Ranbir’s gaze hardened.

From the Shadows

Rhea stood at a distance, her hands trembling as she watched the fight between Ranbir and Prachi unfold. She had wanted to intervene, to stop them from tearing each other apart.

But she couldn’t. She had no place between them.

“There is no us anymore, Prachi,” Ranbir said coldly. “I’m done. We’re done.”

Prachi inhaled sharply, his words cutting deeper than she had expected.

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Then, Prachi straightened her shoulders, blinking away her tears.

“If you don’t need me, Ranbir… then I don’t need you either,” she shot back, her voice firm.

Ranbir’s jaw tightened. He turned away, walking off without another word.

Prachi, too, walked off in the opposite direction, her heart shattering with every step she took.

As Ranbir and Prachi walked away from each other, a strange, unfamiliar ache settled in Rhea’s chest.

She had always wanted Ranbir and Prachi to break up so that Ranbir could be all hers.

But for the first time, Rhea Mehra didn’t feel happy about their breakup.

She felt hollow and she had no idea why.

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To be continued.

Chapter 94

Aryan & Shahana’s Arrival at Disha’s Home

The night was still as Aryan and Shahana stood outside Disha’s house, their hands entwined. Though the circumstances of their wedding were far from ideal, a strange sense of peace settled between them.

Disha stepped onto the small porch and held up her hand. “Wait here.”

Aryan frowned. “Disha Ma?”

Disha turned to Sunny and Sanju. “Come inside. We need to prepare for their arrival properly.”

Sanju groaned. “What now? Haven’t we done enough? I already lost my room, and now you’re making it official?”

Sunny shot him a glare. “Shut up and move.”

As the three of them disappeared inside, Shahana exhaled nervously. “Do you think she’ll accept us?”

Aryan squeezed her hand. “She already has.”

A few minutes later, Disha returned, holding a brass plate filled with kumkum, rice, and a small diya. The warm glow flickered in her eyes as she looked at them.

“No matter how this marriage happened, Shahana is now my daughter-in-law. And I will welcome her properly.”

Sunny smiled at his mother’s words, his usual cold demeanor melting for a brief moment.

Sanju, however, sulked behind them, mumbling under his breath. “There goes my comfort.”

Disha performed Shahana’s grahpravesh, applying a small tilak on her forehead and placing a kalash filled with rice at the doorstep. Shahana nudged it with her foot, stepping into her new home. Aryan followed, his gaze never leaving her.

As Sunny watched the ceremony, an unexpected warmth filled his chest. He had orchestrated this—manipulated events—but seeing Shahana and Aryan together now, he didn’t regret it.

Sanju, on the other hand, folded his arms with a frown. “Yeah, yeah, beautiful moment and all. Can someone tell me where I’m supposed to sleep tonight?”

Sunny smirked. “On the floor.”

Sanju groaned dramatically as everyone else chuckled.

Ranbir & Prachi’s Heartbreak

In Kohli Mansion, Ranbir sat on the floor of his darkened room, his back against the bed. His fists clenched as he replayed his fight with Prachi over and over in his mind.

The words “We’re done.” echoed, stabbing at his heart like a dagger.

His vision blurred as he exhaled sharply, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Why did this happen? Why did it have to be Prachi?”

A choked sob left his lips, and for the first time in a long while, Ranbir Kohli felt utterly defeated.

Meanwhile, in Sarita Behen’s house, Prachi lay curled up on her bed, gripping her pillow tightly.

Her tears had soaked through the fabric, but the ache in her chest wouldn’t go away.

“If you don’t need me, Ranbir… then I don’t need you either.”

She had said it, but it had hurt. It had hurt more than anything she had ever experienced.

A knock at the door startled her. She quickly wiped her tears and sat up.

“Prachi?” Rhea’s hesitant voice came from the other side.

Prachi stiffened. The last person she wanted to see right now was her sister.

“Go away, Rhea.”

Rhea hesitated for a moment before sighing and walking away, but her uneasiness remained.

Rhea Calls Sanju

At Disha’s house, Sanju lay sprawled across Sunny’s bed, still grumbling about having to share.

“Just great! I lost my room, my privacy, my peace… I should have just stayed at the wedding and eaten more sweets.”

His phone rang, and he lazily reached for it. Seeing Rhea’s name, he perked up.

“Hello, my Lakshmi Ji, long-lost partner in crime!”

“Shut up, Sanju,” Rhea snapped. “Listen, Ranbir and Prachi broke up.”

Sanju bolted upright. “Wait… what?! Ranbir and Prachi actually broke up? Over this wedding drama?”

Rhea exhaled. “Yes. And Ranbir is blaming Prachi for everything.”

Sanju grinned, rubbing his hands together. “This is it! My chance! Prachi is single again, and I—”

“Ugh! You disgust me,” Rhea spat. “This isn’t about you, Sanju!”

Sunny, who had been standing at the doorway, overheard everything. His eyes darkened.

Ranbir and Prachi’s relationship was in ruins because of him.

As Sanju continued his excited rant, Sunny’s mind raced.

“I have to fix this.”

And he knew exactly who could help.

Ms. Chashmish.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

Sunny & Rakhi’s Call – A New Plan & Unexpected Feelings

Rakhi was in the middle of flipping through the lyrics of her new song when her phone buzzed.

"Ms. Chashmish?"

Her eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, irritation bubbling instantly.

"Sunny?" she sighed. "What do you want?"

Sunny smirked, reclining on his chair. "Aw, don’t sound so annoyed. I need your help."

Rakhi rolled her eyes. "Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?"

"Because you’re smart," he said smoothly. "And because you know you can’t say no to me."

She huffed. "Try me."

Sunny chuckled before his tone grew serious. "It’s about Ranbir and Prachi."

That caught her attention. She straightened in her seat. "What about them?"

"They broke up," Sunny admitted. "And it’s my fault."

Rakhi blinked in surprise. "Wait. Your fault? What did you do?"

Sunny exhaled, rubbing his forehead. "I got too caught up in my own plans for Aryan and Shahana. I never thought about how it would affect Ranbir and Prachi. And now, Ranbir is blaming Prachi for everything. He’s heartbroken, she’s heartbroken, and I can’t just sit back and do nothing."

Rakhi frowned. She had seen Ranbir and Prachi together enough times to know their love was deep, even if their egos often clashed. If they had really broken up… it must have been bad.

Still, one thing bothered her.

"Why do you care, Sunny?" she asked cautiously. "You don’t strike me as the type to meddle in other people’s love lives unless it benefits you."

Sunny smirked. "Oh, Ms. Chashmish, you think so low of me."

"Am I wrong?" she shot back.

Sunny chuckled. "No. But this time, I actually feel guilty. I messed things up for Ranbir and Prachi. And…" He hesitated before continuing. "Maybe I just… don’t want to see two people who love each other end up miserable."

Rakhi was quiet for a moment.

"So, what’s the plan?" she asked finally.

Sunny grinned. "I knew you wouldn’t resist."

She rolled her eyes. "Don’t get used to it. I’m only helping because those two deserve to be happy."

"Of course," Sunny said, but there was a teasing lilt to his voice.

Rakhi ignored the way her heart skipped slightly.

Rakhi's Dilemma – Why Do I Feel This Way?

After the call ended, Rakhi set her phone down and leaned back against the headboard.

She had known Sunny for a while now, but he was a puzzle she still hadn’t figured out. He was arrogant, infuriating, and had an annoying habit of calling her Ms. Chashmish just to get a reaction out of her.

And yet…

There was something different about this conversation.

She had never heard guilt in his voice before, never seen him so affected by something that didn’t directly concern him.

It made her wonder—what else was hidden beneath that smug, carefree exterior?

And more importantly…

Why did she suddenly care?

Shaking off the thought, Rakhi grabbed her phone again and started making notes. If Sunny wanted to fix things between Ranbir and Prachi, she would help.

Not because of him.

Not because of the way his voice had made her stomach flutter for half a second.

But because fixing people’s problems was what she did best.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

Aryan & Shahana’s First Night

In their new room, Aryan sat on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as Shahana dabbed antiseptic on his wounds.

“You should’ve been more careful,” she murmured, gently applying ointment to a cut near his temple.

Aryan sighed. “Shahana… I’m sorry. I didn’t get a chance to tell you about Bhai’s plan. Everything happened so fast—”

Shahana pressed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

He blinked.

She smiled softly. “In fact… you saved me. You saved me from a loveless marriage with Rishi. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I doubted you, and I shouldn’t have.”

Aryan exhaled, his heart swelling with emotion.

Their eyes locked.

Slowly, Shahana moved closer, her fingers tracing the bruise on his cheek.

Aryan lifted a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

And then—

He leaned in, their lips brushing in a soft, hesitant kiss.

Shahana melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

The kiss deepened, raw and desperate. It had been too long—too many misunderstandings, too much pain. Now, there was only them.

Aryan’s hands found the delicate clasps of her jewelry, unhooking them one by one, his lips following their path.

Shahana’s breath hitched as he pressed kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

She responded in kind, her fingers tracing over his wounds before pulling him closer, her lips seeking his once more.

The night unfolded in whispers and tender touches, in stolen sighs and hungry kisses—two souls finding solace in each other after being apart for far too long.

And for the first time in weeks, neither of them felt alone.

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To be continued.

Chapter 95

A New Morning – Breakfast at Disha’s Home

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Disha’s house as the aroma of freshly made parathas filled the air. The breakfast table was set, and Disha sat at the head, pouring tea for herself when Aryan and Shahana walked in.

"Good morning, Disha Ma," Aryan greeted warmly, touching her feet.

Disha’s heart swelled. She cupped his face, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, Aryan."

Turning to Sunny, Aryan grinned. "Good morning, Bhai."

Sunny raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips. “Look at you, being all sentimental first thing in the morning.”

Aryan chuckled, sliding into his chair. “Just showing some love.”

"And me?" Sanju piped up from the side. "Am I just invisible now?"

Aryan smirked. "Oh, I wouldn’t forget you, Sanju—the man who’s been grumbling about losing his room since last night."

Sanju folded his arms. "And I have every right to grumble! I’ve been kicked out of my own space while you two get the royal treatment!"

Sunny rolled his eyes. "Stop sulking and eat."

As everyone settled in, breakfast commenced. Shahana made sure Aryan had enough food, occasionally sneaking glances at him, still not used to this new life. Disha watched her with warmth, feeling a sense of completeness.

Sunny Takes Care of Aryan

As they enjoyed their meal, Aryan, in his eagerness to talk, took a bite too fast and suddenly choked.

Shahana’s eyes widened in panic. “Aryan!” She reached out, patting his back quickly.

Before she could do more, Sunny swiftly handed him a glass of water. “Breathe, idiot,” he said, shaking his head fondly as Aryan took a few sips. “Seriously, do you even know how to eat properly?”

Disha and Shahana exchanged a smile at the rare display of concern from Sunny.

“Wow,” Shahana muttered, nudging Disha lightly. “Who knew Jeth Ji could actually care for someone?”

Disha laughed softly. “I know. It’s surprising… but a good kind of surprise.”

Meanwhile, Sanju scowled at the attention Aryan was getting. “First, they take my room. Now, they get all the affection. Great. Just great.”

Sunny shot him a glare. “Oh, shut up and eat.”

Sanju huffed and stuffed a bite into his mouth, sulking as the others laughed.

Back to College—For Some

After breakfast, Aryan and Shahana stood up to leave.

“We should get going,” Aryan said. “It’s already late for college.”

Disha placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “Take care, both of you.”

“We will, Disha Ma,” Shahana assured with a bright smile.

As they left, Sunny turned to Sanju. “You too. Get to college.”

Sanju looked at him as if he’d just said something ridiculous. “Me? Why would I go to college? My job was to—” He stopped abruptly, realizing he had almost blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

Sunny narrowed his eyes. “Your job was what?”

Sanju forced a laugh. “Nothing! I meant… uh, what’s the point of going? I’m already doing just fine without it.”

Sunny leaned back, crossing his arms. “Yeah? Well, unless you want me to fund your entire life, you better start attending college.”

Sanju frowned. “Wait… what? Since when do you care about my education?”

Sunny smirked. “Since now. Just do as I say.”

Truthfully, Sunny needed Sanju on campus to help with his plan to reunite Ranbir and Prachi. But Sanju didn’t need to know that.

Sanju groaned. “Fine, fine! I’ll go.”

Disha, watching the entire exchange, smiled to herself. This wasn’t the same cold and detached Sunny she had known for years. He was changing—caring, guiding, and even encouraging others.

Her heart swelled with curiosity.

Who had brought this change in her son?

She smiled to herself as she wondered.

Rakhi – The Reason for Sunny’s Change

At that moment, in another part of the city, Rakhi was walking through a recording studio, adjusting her headphones as she hummed softly to herself.

She paused mid-step, a frown creasing her forehead.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Sunny.

Brushing the thought away, she turned back to her work, unaware that somewhere, at the same time, someone else was thinking about her too.

Gloom Over the Mehras

The dining table at the Mehra house was unusually silent that morning. The untouched plates of food sat before them, but no one had the appetite to eat. The air was thick with tension and sorrow, especially for Purab, who sat with his elbows on the table, his hands clasped together, lost in thought.

He hadn't seen or heard from Aryan since last night. His son had walked away from the wedding, and he had no idea where he was now or what he was going through.

"Where are you, Aryan?" Purab thought, his heart heavy. "Are you safe? Are you okay?"

Aaliyah, sitting beside him, noticed his distant look. "Purab, you need to eat something," she said, trying to sound normal, but even her voice carried a hint of worry.

Purab didn't respond. His mind was consumed with worry about Aryan’s whereabouts and how he must be feeling. No matter what, Aryan was still his son, and the thought of him being all alone somewhere tormented him.

Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence. The butler rushed to open it, revealing the Kohlis standing at the doorstep.

The Kohlis’ Outrage

Vikram, Pallavi, Mishti and Beeji stepped inside, their expressions filled with rage.

"How could you do this to us, Abhi?" Vikram snapped, his voice filled with disappointment. "Your nephew Aryan deserted our daughter at the mandap! He left Mishti humiliated in front of everyone!"

Mishti stepped forward, her eyes red with unshed tears. “Aryan abandoned me at the mandap! He just left! Without a word, without an explanation! Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me? For our entire family?”

Abhi exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Vikram, Mishti… I know you’re upset. But—”

“But what, Abhi?” Pallavi cut him off, her eyes flashing with fury. “Do you realize what Aryan has done to our daughter? He destroyed her life in front of everyone! We trusted your family. We treated Aryan as our own son, and he just… walked away? Without a word?”

"We understand your anger, but at least hear us out," Abhi said, trying to calm them. "There’s more to what happened than meets the eye."

"Really?" Pallavi folded her arms, glaring at him. "Then let me make things very clear. If you still want to maintain relations with our family, there's only one way."

Everyone looked at her, confused.

Pallavi took a step forward, her voice firm. "Get Rhea married to Ranbir."

Shockwaves Through the Room

The room fell into stunned silence.

Aliyah’s eyes widened. "What?!"

Purab finally snapped out of his thoughts, his shock evident. "How can you even say that?"

Even Rhea, who had been standing quietly, looked startled. "Mom—"

Abhi’s expression darkened as he turned to Pallavi. "You know that Ranbir loves Prachi. How can I—"

Before he could finish, a voice interrupted him from behind.

"I want to marry Rhea."

Everyone turned in shock.

Standing at the entrance of the room was Ranbir. His face was unreadable, his jaw clenched, and his eyes held a storm of emotions.

The room, already heavy with tension, became even more suffocating.

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To be continued.

Sanju telling sunny that he is not that type he is straight was funny.purab aliya are having useless fights.Sunny told priyanka that he was helping her.i hope he was not helping that psycho priyanka.I can't believe that ranbir blamed prachi and broke up with her because of what arhana did.i liked prachi reminding ranbir that even he didn't know about arhana though he was close to aryan.i am glad that rhea is not happy about pranbir's break up.i am glad that rakhi realized that she has feelings for sunny.Actually I had forgotten that she was a pregnant rape victim.