Kumkum Bhagya: Rishton Ki Ankahi Kahani - Chapter 108 updt on pg 22 - Page 8

Chapter 58

In Rhea's Room

Rhea lay on her bed, sobbing bitterly, haunted by Abhi’s harsh words and his shocking announcement of Prachi and Ranbir’s engagement. Meera entered, her face filled with concern.

"Baby, please don’t cry like this," she pleaded gently. "You haven’t eaten since you came back yesterday, and even today, you left the dining table without finishing your breakfast. If you go on like this, you’ll fall terribly ill!"

Rhea sat up abruptly, wrapping her arms around Meera and burying her face in her shoulder. "Meera Auntie, nobody trusts me!" she cried. "Everyone thinks I was responsible for what happened yesterday, but I swear, it wasn’t me!"

At that moment, Aliyah arrived at the doorway and saw them together. Meera, still trying to console Rhea, asked softly, "What about your mother, Rhea? Doesn’t she trust you?"

Both Rhea and Aliyah stiffened in shock at the question. Rhea wiped her tears and said firmly, "She is not my mother, Meera Auntie!"

Meera tried to reason with her. "Of course, she is your mother, Rhea! And you had accepted her as your mother too. I’m sure she’s the one who can help you the most right now."

Before Rhea could respond, Aliyah’s sharp voice cut through the air. "We don’t need your advice in our family matters, Meera!"

Meera turned toward her in surprise. Aliyah stepped forward, her gaze cold. "Rhea knows who she wants and doesn’t want in her life. You don’t need to advise her on that! And anyway, you’re not part of this family—you’re just an outsider. So behave like one!"

Rhea felt bad for Meera and was about to speak in her defense, "Booji..." but Aliyah raised a hand, signaling her to stop. "I want to talk to Rhea alone," she stated firmly.

Disheartened, Meera stood up and left the room. Once she was gone, Aliyah sat beside Rhea and spoke in a soft yet poisonous tone. "Sweetheart, don’t listen to Meera. Your mother is not a good woman. She’s just a middle-class woman, and all middle-class women are cheap. They only know how to play with people’s emotions."

"Mom?"

A deep, accusing voice rang from behind them. Aliyah and Rhea turned, stunned to see Aryan standing at the door.

Aliyah’s expression faltered. "Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" she asked hesitantly.

Aryan walked in, his eyes sharp. "I came to call Rhea downstairs—Ranbir sent word. But Mom... what are you doing?"

Aliyah frowned. "What do you mean, Aryan?"

His voice hardened. "You were manipulating Rhea against her own mother!"

Aliyah’s expression darkened. "Aryan! I was just telling her the truth!"

Aryan clenched his jaw. "Truth? Mom, how would you feel if someone said such things about you to me?"

Aliyah snapped, "Aryan, how dare you talk to me like that?"

He took a deep breath, his voice softer but resolute. "I’m sorry, Mom. But all I’m saying is—let Rhea think for herself. Let her decide who is good and bad for her."

Aliyah was taken aback by his words, while Rhea found herself lost in thought.

Aryan turned to Rhea. "Come on, Rhea. Ranbir and Prachi are waiting for you downstairs."

Nodding, Rhea got up, tidied herself in front of the mirror, grabbed her bag, and left with Aryan.

As they disappeared, Aliyah sank onto the bed, troubled. "Aryan has never gone against me before. But today, he not only talked back but even opposed me." Her eyes darkened as realization struck. "It’s her. That middle-class girl is doing to my son what Pragya did to my Bhai! Pragya entered his life and took him away from me. And now this girl... No! I won’t let that happen!"

RK Puram, St. Thomas Cathedral

Sunny glanced at Rakhi, his patience wearing thin. "Why do you always follow me wherever I go?"

Rakhi, equally annoyed, shot back, "Excuse me, I live here!"

For a moment, Sanju forgot his own troubles and smirked. "Oh, so that’s why you find peace here, bhai?"

Sunny gave him a sharp glare, making him shut up immediately and return to his sulking.

Rakhi crossed her arms. "Don’t you remember seeing me here when you gave that message last time?"

Sunny’s brow furrowed as he recalled sending an anonymous message on Diwali, unaware of her identity. "Wait... how did you know it was me?"

Rakhi held up a handkerchief. "Because this belongs to you—the same one you tied around my hand yesterday."

Sunny recalled how he had helped her when she was injured. Before he could respond, Rakhi suddenly turned around. "Wait here for a moment!" she said and vanished before he could object.

Sanju smirked. "I guess Bhabhi ji has a gift for you!"

Sunny shot him a warning glare. "She is not your Bhabhi, Sanju!"

Sanju, exasperated, scoffed, "Oh, right! You’re a Mehra Mansion man. One woman is never enough—you need another for a little Rasleela, right?"

Sunny’s temper flared, and he was about to scold Sanju when Rakhi reappeared. "Here!" she said, holding out the handkerchief.

Sunny looked at her, surprised. "Why are you giving it back?"

Rakhi smiled gently. "Because you need the message on it more than I do. ‘We can overcome our pains only when we are brave enough to face and defeat them.’" She paused before adding, "I know your hatred and bitterness is towards your own family."

Sunny was left speechless, staring into her eyes.

Sanju coughed loudly, breaking the moment. "Bhai, shall we go?"

Sunny snapped out of it, nodded, and left with Sanju. Rakhi stood there, watching him disappear into the distance.

At Mehra Mansion

Abhi frowned at Vikram. "You want to marry Mishti to Aryan? I don’t know, Vikram. Purab is really protective of Aryan—he won’t agree to marry him off at such a young age."

Vikram smirked. "Then what about Ranbir? Abhi, if you remember, both Ranbir and Aryan are the same age. If Ranbir can get married, why not Aryan? You can convince Purab—I know you can. So, will you?"

Abhi remained deep in thought.

Downstairs

Rhea arrived with Aryan. Ranbir turned to her with a serious expression. "Despite everything you’ve done, I’m still friends with you, Rhea—only because of your sister!"

Rhea clenched her fists, glaring at Prachi.

"But never try to come between us again," Ranbir warned.

Uninterested, Rhea looked away.

Ranbir continued, "I’ll drop you to college along with Prachi, Mishti, and—"

Priyanka interjected, "Me too! I know you two are heading to the office after dropping them, and I have some work there. Can I join?"

Ranbir nodded. "Alright."

Aryan was about to drop Shahana off when Mishti spoke up. "Bhai, why don’t you take Shahana along? She can stay with Prachi, and I’ll go with Aryan."

Aryan and Shahana were visibly displeased, while Priyanka hid her irritation behind a fake concern. "Mishti, Shahana has been through a lot. Let her rest. You can come with us instead."

Mishti reluctantly agreed.

As everyone left, Aryan unconsciously wandered to a secluded part of the garden.

Shahana followed him. "Aryan, I know something’s bothering you. What is it?"

Without a word, Aryan turned and hugged her tightly, tears falling freely.

"Aryan?" she whispered, worried.

He finally spoke, revealing everything about his family’s dark past.

Shahana was stunned. "So that’s what’s been haunting you?"

Aryan looked into her eyes, then hugged her again—this time, more intensely.

Shahana smiled softly, embracing him back.

But their moment was shattered by a sharp voice.

"SHAHANA!"

Aliyah’s furious gaze bore into them.

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To be continued.

Chapter 59

Aliyah Confronts Shahana

Aliyah’s voice rang through the house as she screamed Shahana’s name. Both Aryan and Shahana turned toward her, startled by the sudden outburst. Aliyah marched forward, her eyes blazing with anger and disgust, before grabbing Shahana’s wrist tightly. Shahana winced—her hand still bore the pain from the scuffle with the man the previous day. Aryan immediately noticed her discomfort, his face etched with concern.

Aliyah’s voice dripped with venom as she spat, “How dare you, Shahana? How dare you try to lure my son in my own house? How disgusting can you be, you cheap, middle-class girl? Didn’t you find anyone else but my son?”

As she tightened her grip, Shahana groaned in pain, struggling to break free but lacking the strength to do so. Seeing her agony, Aryan stepped in, alarmed. “Mom, what are you doing? Let her go! She’s getting hurt!”

Aliyah’s furious gaze turned to Aryan. “What am I doing? Open your eyes, Aryan! Watch what she’s trying to do—she’s trying to trap you, just like her Maasi Pragya did with my brother!”

Shahana’s patience snapped. “Auntie, insult me all you want, but don’t you dare drag my Maasi into this!”

Aliyah scoffed. “Oh really? Now you’re going to tell me what I can and can’t say?” With that, she dug her nails deeper into Shahana’s skin.

Aryan had had enough. Disgusted by his mother’s behavior, he pried her hand off Shahana’s wrist, freeing her from Aliyah’s grasp. Aliyah stared at him in shock.

“Mom,” Aryan said firmly, “you can’t control every aspect of my life. You don’t get to decide who stays in it. Shahana is my friend—she always has been, and she always will be. I won’t push her away just because you don’t approve.”

Aliyah and Shahana both stood frozen, stunned by his declaration. Without another word, Aryan took Shahana’s hand and led her outside. As they reached his bike, he made her sit behind him. His gaze met his mother’s one last time before he placed Shahana’s hands around his waist and sped off.

Aliyah stood rooted to the spot, fists clenched, her mind spiraling into turmoil. Pragya… Pragya… Pragya! First Purab, then my brother, then Rhea… and now even my son! You’ve taken away everyone dear to me. But not Aryan—not my son! I won’t let you or your niece snatch him away from me!

A Ride Full of Realizations

As the cool breeze brushed past them on the ride, Shahana couldn’t help but reminisce. She remembered how Aryan had once defended his mother against her, yet today, he had stood up for her instead. A smile played on her lips at the thought.

Unable to resist the surge of emotion, she tightened her embrace around Aryan, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Thank you.”

Aryan smiled in surprise. “For what?”

“For standing up for me against your mother,” she replied, sincerity shining in her eyes.

Aryan’s smirk turned playful. “Do you thank everyone with a kiss, or is that reserved for special people?”

Shahana raised an eyebrow. “And do you share your grief with just anyone, or only with special ones in your life?”

Both fell silent at the unexpected turn of their conversation. Their cheeks flushed, a mix of shyness and amusement passing between them.

Suddenly, a thought struck Shahana. She recalled the previous day’s events and how Rakhi had been the first to come to her aid. “Aryan, do you know the girl who helped me yesterday?”

Aryan’s mind flashed to Rakhi’s face. “Yeah, that’s Rakhi. I’ve met her twice before—she’s a great friend.”

“Do you know where she lives?”

Aryan frowned in thought. “I dropped her off once, but I don’t remember the exact location. But I know a way to find out.”

“How?” Shahana asked curiously.

“The first time I met her was at a jewelry shop when I went to buy anklets…” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he had just admitted. Sticking his tongue out sheepishly, he glanced at Shahana, who was already looking at the anklets on her feet—the ones he had gifted her.

Clearing his throat, he continued, “I mean… they keep records of customer details at the store. We can check there.”

Shahana nodded eagerly. “Shall we go meet her?”

“Of course! Even I’d like to thank her for helping you.”

Just as they were speaking, Sunny and Sanju rode past them from the opposite side. They instantly noticed Aryan and Shahana together, though the two remained oblivious to their presence.

Sanju smirked. “Look at them, bhai. They’re like lovebirds—completely lost in each other. How do you plan to break them apart?”

Sunny smirked darkly. “Even lovebirds can be caged separately and sold to different owners… so they never reunite again.”

Sanju blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

Sunny didn’t bother explaining, his smirk only deepening.

Sanju frowned. “Bhai, Mishti clearly loves Aryan. As Ranbir’s best friend, Aryan will have to choose between friendship and love. What then?”

Sunny chuckled. “Aryan will choose friendship… just like his father did. Because history has to repeat itself.”

Sanju still didn’t understand, but he sighed. I really don’t get what’s going on in his head. But I have no choice—I have nowhere else to go. First Lakshmi ji, then her sister Priyanka, and now this Sunny… or rather, Sunil bhai! I’m stuck being everyone’s servant! Holding his forehead in frustration, he sighed deeply.

Fusion Beats Office – Abhi’s Cabin

Purab entered Abhi’s cabin, where Abhi and Vikram were seated. “Abhi, why did you call me?”

Abhi gestured toward Vikram. “Actually, it’s not me—it’s Vikram who wants to discuss a marriage proposal with you.”

Purab’s eyes widened. “Abhi! Isn’t your sister enough? Now you’re trying to add another burden to my life?”

Abhi looked embarrassed. “Arrey, yaar… not for you! For Aryan.”

Purab was taken aback. “For Aryan?”

Vikram stood up. “Yes, Purab. I want to fix Aryan’s alliance with my daughter, Mishti.”

Purab was momentarily speechless.

Vikram continued, “I know you might think Aryan is too young, but you agreed to Ranbir and Prachi’s marriage this morning. Ranbir and Aryan are the same age, so what’s the issue?”

Purab sighed. “Aryan isn’t like Ranbir, Vikram. Ranbir excels in studies, sports, and business. He’s taken over so many responsibilities at your office. But Aryan? He’s average in everything. He still hasn’t faced life’s major challenges. How can I think of getting him married?”

Vikram tried to convince him. “Every successful man has a strong woman behind him. Marriage might make Aryan more responsible.”

Purab remained unconvinced, but Abhi chimed in, “Think it over, Purab.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Purab nodded. “Fine. I can’t give an answer immediately. I need time to think.”

Vikram grinned. “That’s all I ask.” He hugged Purab, while the latter looked on, deep in thought.

A Tense Encounter

Ranbir, Prachi, and Priyanka arrived at the office. Priyanka told them, “You two go ahead. I need to check on my internship papers—I’ll take a taxi home.”

As they nodded and left, she smirked to herself. Now, I just have to meet Rishi. He won’t be able to refuse me this time!

Spotting Rishi, she smiled and approached him. “Rishi, I need to talk to you.”

Annoyed, he replied, “What now, Priyanka?”

She grabbed his hand, drawing curious stares from the office staff. Uncomfortable, Rishi pulled her aside to a secluded lawn. “What is it?” he demanded.

Without warning, Priyanka hugged him.

Rishi, enraged, pushed her away. “What are you doing?!”

Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “Taking back what’s mine, Rishi. Now that Shahana—”

“Don’t even say her name with your filthy mouth!” Rishi snapped.

Priyanka glared. “You still care about her after everything?”

Rishi’s frustration boiled over. “Because I love Shahana!”

As he turned to leave, he froze—Ranbir and Prachi stood right in front of him.

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To be continued.

Chapter 60

Fusion Beats – A Tense Encounter

Rishi stood frozen, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Prachi and Ranbir standing before him. Priyanka, too, grew anxious at their unexpected presence and quickly asked, "You both? Here? What's the matter?"

Prachi, maintaining a calm yet firm demeanor, replied, "I needed to have a private conversation with Rishi. When we came to Fusion Beats looking for him, we were told he was here with you. We heard raised voices. Is everything alright?"

Rishi opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Priyanka cut in with a forced smile. "Oh, nothing serious, Prachi! You know, Rishi and I were college mates, just reminiscing about our old days. Right, Rishi?"

Rishi shot her a sharp, irritated glance but remained silent. Ranbir, noticing his reaction, grew suspicious.

Prachi, however, stayed focused. "Alright then, Priyanka. Can I have a moment alone with Rishi?"

Priyanka forced a chuckle. "Of course, Prachi. I mean, I'm sure Rishi would prefer talking to you over me anyway."

Her words held a bitter edge, leaving Prachi and Ranbir puzzled while Rishi clenched his fists in frustration. As Priyanka walked away, she cast one last expectant glance at Rishi, but he refused to meet her gaze, staring at the ground instead.

While leaving, she fumed internally. I thought getting Shahana attacked at the fashion event would remove her from Rishi’s life forever, but because of that fool Aryan, she still holds a place in his heart. No! I won’t let this continue. Rishi belongs to me and only me!

A Conversation Over Coffee

Once Priyanka was gone, Prachi turned to Rishi. "I really need to talk to you, Rishi. Can we sit down for a coffee?"

Rishi nodded, and the three of them headed to the cafeteria. At a nearby table, Sunny was reviewing some designs but immediately took interest in their conversation, watching them keenly.

Ranbir placed the coffee order, then turned to Rishi. Seeing Prachi struggling to find the right words, he decided to begin. "Look, Rishi, when I first met you, I disliked you—not because you're smart or good-looking, but because I thought Prachi liked you. But once Prachi and I realized our love and confessed to each other, I stopped caring about you."

He continued, "This morning, Prachi's dad—Mr. Abhishek Prem Mehra—suggested we take the next step and get engaged. But Prachi refused."

Sunny, intrigued, leaned in slightly, while Rishi furrowed his brows. "Why, Prachi?"

She sighed. "Because of Shahana, Rishi."

Rishi was confused. "Shahana?"

Prachi nodded. "Yes, Shahana. Whatever happened to her at the fashion event was horrifying. And what pains me the most is that the trap was meant for me, but she fell into it instead. If Aryan hadn’t reached in time, then…"

Rishi immediately interjected, his voice firm, "No, Prachi! Nothing would have happened to Shahana because I would never let—" He abruptly stopped, realizing what he had just blurted out.

Prachi and Ranbir exchanged curious glances, while Sunny smirked to himself. Perfect! Things are falling into place without me even lifting a finger.

Prachi, sensing something, probed further. "Rishi, what you told Priyanka earlier—was it true? Do you love Shahana?"

Rishi hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. And I would do anything for her—even give my life."

Prachi and Ranbir beamed with joy, while Sunny felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Prachi eagerly asked, "So, even after everything that happened, you still want her in your life?"

Rishi's response was unwavering. "Prachi, if I'm willing to give my life for her, why would that incident change my feelings?"

Prachi felt a wave of relief wash over her and was about to hug him when Ranbir playfully interrupted, "Hey, hey! He’s not your boyfriend—he's Shahana’s would-be! If anyone deserves a hug here, it’s me!"

Prachi shot him an exasperated look, while Rishi suddenly grew thoughtful. "But… does Shahana love me?"

RK Puram St. Thomas Cathedral – A New Bond

Meanwhile, Aryan and Shahana arrived at the cathedral and inquired about Rakhi. A nun guided them inside, where they found Rakhi decorating the altar.

Shahana called out, "Di!"

Rakhi turned around, surprised to see them. "You both? You came to meet me?"

They nodded, and Shahana immediately hugged her.

Rakhi grew emotional. "Are you alright? I know I couldn’t help much that night…"

Shahana quickly interrupted, "No, di, you did help me! You fought like a tigress. You broke open the door and stood up to that monster with all the strength you had. You're just like my Maasi—she never lets injustice go unchecked. You remind me of her so much… it’s like you’re one of her lost daughters, just like Rhea was. Another sister to Prachi!"

Rakhi looked puzzled, while Aryan chuckled. "Shahana, don’t confuse her with our family tree drama. Just give her the gift already."

Shahana nodded and pulled out the anklets Rakhi had once mortgaged, placing them in her hands.

Rakhi was stunned. She tried to refuse, but Aryan stopped her. "Rakhi, in our very first meeting, you became my friend. And yesterday, you proved to be a true friend. I know these anklets hold a special connection to your past, so please—keep them. For me."

Rakhi was moved. She gently pulled Aryan closer and whispered, "Is she the same girl you asked me to pick the anklets for?"

Aryan blushed and nodded.

Rakhi teased, "So, she's your secret love?"

Aryan, flustered, quickly denied it. "No! Nothing like that!"

Shahana frowned. "What?"

Aryan nervously stammered, "Uh… I think it’s time we leave!" He quickly grabbed Shahana’s hand and dragged her away, leaving her utterly confused.

Rakhi watched them go with a smile. They look so good together. I just hope no one comes between them.

Fusion Beats – A Deal with the Devil

Back at Fusion Beats, Prachi told Rishi, "I think Shahana likes you too, Rishi. She cares for you."

Rishi, though hopeful, said, "But we need to hear it from her, Prachi."

Prachi nodded. "Yes, and I truly want to know what’s in her heart. Sarita Auntie has already suggested your proposal for her."

Rishi was stunned. "What? Nani already spoke to her?"

Prachi smiled. "Yes! And I’d love to see you both together—even before my own marriage. But before that, I need to make sure Shahana gets justice for what happened to her."

Sunny, who had been eavesdropping, suddenly interjected, "Maybe I can help you with that."

All three turned to him in surprise.

Ranbir, clearly irritated, snapped, "No need, Mr. Sharma!" Then, leaning toward Prachi, he whispered, "I don’t trust this guy. He’s friends with that creep Sanju—there’s something shady about him."

Prachi hesitated, while Sunny continued, "Prachi, it's up to you. If you truly want Shahana to move on, I can help. My mother was handling media coverage that night."

Prachi was taken aback. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally said, "Fine. I’ll take your help."

Ranbir looked disappointed, but Prachi held his hand. "I need this, Ranbir. I want Shahana to be free from that nightmare and start a new life—with Rishi."

Ranbir reluctantly agreed, while Sunny smirked. "Even I want that, Prachi."

Sarita Behen’s House – A Forgotten Past

Later that evening, Aryan and Shahana arrived at Sarita Behen’s house. Pragya welcomed them inside.

Aryan hesitated before asking, "If I ask about someone, will you tell me about them?"

Pragya replied, "If I know them, of course. Who is it?"

Aryan took a deep breath. "I want to know about your sister… Bulbul."

Pragya felt a chill run down her spine. The mere mention of Bulbul’s name after so many years sent a shiver through her.

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To be continued.

Chapter 61

Pragya and Aryan: A Painful Past Resurfaces

Pragya and Aryan found themselves alone as Shahana had gone inside to fetch refreshments. The moment Aryan mentioned Bulbul’s name, Pragya froze in shock. Her mind instantly traveled back thirty years, to a time when she, Bulbul, and their mother relied on the income from their Kumkum Bhagya marriage hall. Those were the days when fate had intertwined their lives with Abhi and Purab.

Memories of her younger sister flooded her mind—how Bulbul had sacrificed her life in an attempt to save her. The weight of the past crashed down on Pragya, making her feel lightheaded. Cold sweat formed on her forehead.

Noticing her distress, Aryan grew concerned. “Ma’am, are you alright? I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Regaining her composure, Pragya asked, “How do you know about Bulbul? And why do you want to learn about her?”

Aryan hesitated for a moment, recalling the day he had overheard his father’s conversation. His dad had confessed that Bulbul was his first love. But not wanting to raise suspicion, Aryan quickly crafted a half-truth.

“Actually,” he began carefully, “after Mamu revealed the truth about you, him, Prachi, and Rhea, I got curious about our family history. When I asked Dasi, she told me that you have three sisters—Preeta Luthra, Bulbul, and Shrishti Luthra. Preeta and Shrishti are married to Mr. Rishabh and Sameer Luthra and live with them in the Luthra house. But sadly, Bulbul… she lost her life in an accident.”

Pragya’s eyes welled up with tears as she nodded, the pain of her loss as fresh as ever.

Aryan continued hesitantly, “And… she was also Dad’s first love, right?”

Pragya was taken aback. “How do you know that?”

“I know you must be shocked that I’m aware of this fact,” Aryan admitted. “But that’s exactly why I want to learn more about her. Could you tell me about her?”

Initially hesitant, Pragya eventually gave in to his earnest request.

“Bulbul was the complete opposite of me,” she began, her voice laced with nostalgia. “She was a cheerful girl, full of dreams—especially when it came to her life partner. And when she met the man of her dreams, your father, she fell deeply in love with him. So did he.”

Aryan listened intently.

“But before meeting Bulbul, Purab was already engaged to your mother, Aliyah,” Pragya continued. “When Bulbul found out, she chose to step aside rather than come between them. However, their love was too strong to be ignored, and in the end, Purab and Bulbul were united.”

Aryan’s curiosity deepened. “Then what happened? How did you lose her?”

Pragya’s voice trembled as she recounted the fateful night of Bulbul and Purab’s wedding reception.

“That night, a chandelier was meant to fall on me,” she whispered, her eyes clouded with sorrow. “But Bulbul pushed me away and took the hit herself. She was left disfigured beyond recognition. And because she didn’t want to become a burden in Purab’s life… she ended her own by jumping off a cliff.”

As the weight of her words sank in, Pragya broke down in tears. Aryan sat in stunned silence, unable to process the cruel fate that had befallen his father’s love.

Finally, he asked, “Ma’am… was the chandelier incident really just an accident? Or was it… a ploy?”

Pragya shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know, Aryan. But after that night, I lost the person I spent most of my life with. And your father… he was left with an emptiness in his heart. Until Di—” She stopped abruptly, catching herself before she uttered Disha’s name.

But Aryan understood.

Still, another thought gnawed at him. He couldn’t shake off Pragya’s words. Was Bulbul’s death truly an accident? Or was it orchestrated? A face flickered in his mind—his mother, Aliyah. But he immediately dismissed it.

“No, no… it’s not possible,” he muttered to himself, his hands trembling. “Mom’s love may be obsessive, but she could never take someone’s life… could she?”

Unbeknownst to Pragya, Aryan spiraled deeper into his thoughts. That was when Shahana returned, surprised to see him in such a distressed state. “Aryan? What happened?”

He didn’t answer. Without a word, he left the house in a hurry.

Aryan’s Turmoil

Riding his bike, Aryan remained haunted by Pragya’s words. Soon, his father’s and Sunny’s words echoed in his mind as well, adding to his growing panic. He felt suffocated. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple.

His thoughts consumed him so completely that he failed to notice a car approaching from the opposite direction. At the very last moment, he snapped back to reality and swerved his bike, narrowly avoiding a collision. The driver, startled, slammed on the brakes, barely avoiding a crash.

Realizing his mistake, Aryan quickly pulled over and apologized. But the driver, still shaken, lashed out.

“People like you don’t care about your own life, nor about others’ lives!”

The man’s words echoed in Aryan’s mind long after he had driven away.

Is it true? he wondered. Did Mom care so little about her own life that she destroyed Dad’s happiness? Did she ruin his love—both Bulbul and Disha? And now, is Rhea following in her footsteps? Will she do the same to Ranbir and Prachi?

Overwhelmed, he collapsed onto the road, clutching his head, oblivious to the traffic chaos he had caused. The sound of sirens filled the air, but he remained lost in his thoughts.

A Marriage Proposal

Mehra Mansion – Purab and Aliyah’s Bedroom

Purab sat deep in thought, reflecting on the unexpected proposal Vikram had presented earlier. Noticing his mood, Aliyah asked, “What’s wrong, Purab?”

He sighed. “Vikram caught me off guard today with a proposal.”

Aliyah’s eyes lit up. “A business proposal? From which company?”

“No,” Purab corrected her. “A marriage proposal—for our son.”

Aliyah was stunned.

Kohli House – Vikram and Pallavi’s Bedroom

Vikram informed Pallavi and Beeji about having approached Purab with Mishti and Aryan’s marriage proposal. But instead of excitement, they looked displeased.

“Vikram! Mishti is not just your daughter,” Beeji scolded. “How could you present her marriage proposal without consulting us—or her?”

Pallavi nodded in agreement. “Exactly! You didn’t even talk to me! As if you’re the only one who has a say in our daughter’s life.”

Vikram sighed in frustration. “You both are making it sound like I made a terrible mistake! Abhi suddenly announced Prachi and Ranbir’s engagement today—even though they’re not ready. So, I told him I wanted to see my daughter married before my son. And when he asked if I had someone in mind for Mishti, I mentioned Aryan. That’s why I brought the proposal to Purab.”

Beeji and Pallavi exchanged glances. Then, unexpectedly, they smiled.

“For once, you’ve done something right,” Beeji admitted.

Pallavi nodded. “I agree. Aryan is a wonderful boy. Just like Purab has always been there for Abhi, Aryan has always protected Mishti. He’d be perfect for her. So, Vikram, what did Purab say?”

Vikram’s expression darkened. “He asked for time.”

Purab, meanwhile, told Aliyah the same. But while he was considering Aryan’s feelings, Aliyah had other thoughts.

If Purab finds out about Aryan’s connection with Shahana, he’ll never approve of this match!

Purab, noticing her silence, snapped her out of her thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

Aliyah quickly composed herself. “Nothing,” she said, forcing a smile.

But deep inside, she was anything but calm.

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To be continued.

Chapter 62

Sunny’s Plan Unfolds

Sunny and Sanju arrived at Sunny’s house when Sanju finally voiced his concerns.

“Bhai, I’ve never liked Aryan, not just because he’s Ranbir’s best friend but also because he beat me black and blue for that Mishti on Diwali night. But now, I really feel you’re doing wrong with him,” he said, frowning.

Sunny smirked. “All is fair in love and war, Sanju. And this war is against the man who made my and Ma’s life a living hell, as well as my little brother. So what I’m doing is absolutely just.”

Sanju looked at him unhappily just as Disha entered the room.

“What is absolutely just, Sunny?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Both Sunny and Sanju became edgy at her unexpected presence. Quickly composing himself, Sunny tried to divert her attention.

“Nothing, Ma. We were just discussing ways to expose the truth about the Fashion Event so that girl, Shahana, gets justice.”

Disha, still unconvinced, let the topic slide as her thoughts shifted to the scuffle that had taken place that night.

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” she asked.

“With your help, Ma,” Sunny said firmly.

Disha looked confused. “With my help? But how can I help you?”

Sunny met her gaze. “Ma, you were the major media handler of that event. That means you can access all the CCTV footage from the cameras installed around the campus that day.”

Disha’s eyes widened in alarm. “What are you saying, Sunny? Those footages are confidential! Yes, I was in charge of media handling for the event, but I can’t just retrieve them like that. There are strict regulations since this was one of Delhi’s biggest events. The cameras were installed by the Delhi police for security purposes, and mishandling that footage could even cost me my job.”

Sunny took her hand. “Ma, please! I know how much this job means to you after everything you’ve been through. But think about Pragya Maasi and her family. They are shattered after what happened. Don’t you think we should help them?”

Sanju, listening intently, frowned. “Is Bhai really saying all this from his heart, or is he emotionally blackmailing Mummy ji to reach his target? Sunny—Sunil Bhai, whatever—can be so unpredictable at times.”

Disha looked into Sunny’s eyes, reading his determination. After a moment of hesitation, she sighed and nodded.

Sunny smiled and pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, Ma! Thanks a lot!”

Sanju suddenly joined in, hugging them from behind.

They pulled away, looking at him questioningly.

“What?” he asked, shrugging. “I have a family in Hoshiarpur that I really miss, and since I’m staying with you both now, you’re my family, right?”

Sunny and Disha shook their heads in exasperation.

Disha composed herself. “Let me call Hritik. If possible, I’ll try to get the CCTV footage today itself.”

Sunny nodded as Disha left to make the call.

Once she was gone, Sanju turned to Sunny. “Bhai, everything you said to Mummy ji just now… was it all real? Because I felt like you actually—”

“Yes, my emotions were real,” Sunny interrupted. “But I haven’t forgotten my main target.”

Sanju stared at him, unsettled.

“I’m just killing two birds with one stone,” Sunny added.

Sanju blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

Without explaining further, Sunny commanded, “From now on, you’ll keep a close eye on my brother’s love life.”

Sanju frowned. “What? Why should I? I’m neither interested in your brother Aryan nor in his love, Shahana! So why should I spy on them?”

“Because I order you to,” Sunny said coolly. “And remember, you’re here in my house as a favor. Return that favor by doing what I say.” He patted Sanju’s cheek and walked inside.

Sanju sighed, feeling dejected. “I wish this man was Ranbir’s brother instead of Aryan’s. Then for sure, I would have gotten my Jaane-Man.”

The Next Morning – Disha’s Home

Disha sat at the breakfast table with Sunny and Sanju when a knock on the door interrupted them.

“Is there room for one more?” Hritik asked from the doorway.

Disha barely glanced at him. “No, obviously not.”

“Ma, come on,” Sunny protested. “Will you really make him stand at the doorstep?” He turned to Hritik. “Come, Uncle, join us for breakfast.”

Hritik hesitated, but Sunny walked over and pulled him in. He then gestured for Sanju to shift seats, which Sanju did grudgingly.

Once everyone was settled, Hritik placed a yellow envelope on the table in front of Disha.

“Here’s what you asked for, Disha.”

A moment of silence filled the room as everyone stared at the envelope.

Suddenly, Sanju dropped his spoon with a loud thud, snapping everyone back to reality.

Hritik spoke again. “Disha, remember, you’re taking these footages at your own risk. Any misuse of them could ruin the career you’ve built with so much hard work.”

Before Disha could respond, Sunny interjected. “Nothing will happen to Ma or her career, Hritik Uncle. I guarantee that.”

Hritik nodded and placed the envelope into Disha’s hands. She hesitated before accepting it.

Just then, a knock at the door drew their attention.

Purab stood outside, his face falling at the sight of Hritik sitting beside Disha. His pain was evident, and Disha’s heart ached in response.

Sunny and Sanju noticed her reaction and turned to face Purab.

Sanju muttered, “Do I need to shift seats again?”

“Shut up,” Sunny snapped.

Purab inhaled deeply before speaking. “Abhi sent me to inform you, Disha. He wants to meet you to discuss the Fashion Event since you were the major media handler that day.”

Disha clutched the envelope tightly and looked at Sunny, who subtly gestured no.

Purab continued, “Meet him whenever it’s convenient for you.” Without waiting for a response, he turned swiftly and left, his eyes misty.

Disha instinctively reached out, but Sunny stopped her.

“No, Ma. Don’t let your emotions weaken you. It was those same emotions for that man that broke you years ago.”

Disha swallowed hard and composed herself.

Hritik soon stood up. “I need to leave for an important court hearing.” With that, he took his leave.

Once he was gone, Disha opened the envelope and found a pen drive labeled CONFIDENTIAL.

“Sunny, bring your laptop,” she instructed.

He complied, and they inserted the pen drive. As they reviewed the footage, at first, they found nothing significant. But then, something caught Sunny’s sharp eyes.

“Stop! Zoom in on that,” he ordered.

Disha did as he asked, and all three of them stared, dumbfounded.

Disha cupped her mouth in shock. “What is this? I think we need to inform Jiju about this.”

Sunny immediately stopped her. “No. It’s better if this remains between us. If this pen drive reaches Mehra Mansion, I fear it will be mishandled.”

Disha hesitated, then nodded.

Both she and Sunny turned toward Sanju.

“What? Why are you both looking at me?” he asked nervously. “Mummy ji, I swear on my own mother—I won’t tell anyone!”

Satisfied, Disha slowly handed the pen drive to Sunny. “I entrust you with this, Sunny. Remember, your Ma’s entire life depends on this.”

Sunny nodded, anxiety creeping into his expression.

After Disha left, Sunny turned to Sanju. “Call that man.”

Sanju blinked. “Huh? Who?”

“The scoundrel you hired for Priyanka,” Sunny snapped.

Sanju hesitated but dialed. “Hey man, I’m Rohit Gill, remember me—fashion—”

The line went dead.

Sunny smacked his forehead. “Are you mad? Who asked you to introduce yourself?”

Sanju stuck out his tongue. “Sorry, Bhai.”

Ignoring him, Sunny called Prachi.

“Hello, Prachi, this is Sunil Sharma. Ask Rishi, Shahana, and whoever else you need to reach college immediately.” He hung up before she could ask anything.

Prachi, confused, relayed the message to the others.

Then, as she dressed, she muttered absentmindedly to her mother, “Ma, Sunil is Disha Maasi’s son.”

Pragya froze. Thunderstruck.

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Chapter 63

Pragya's Shock

Pragya was left speechless upon discovering Sunil's true identity. She gasped, "What? Sunil, the staff member at your company, is Disha's son?"

Prachi, still preoccupied, absentmindedly affirmed her mother's words from inside the room. Pragya, however, remained lost in thought. As Prachi, Shahana, and Rishi hurriedly got dressed and bid farewell to her and Sarita Behen, she nodded absentmindedly, still grappling with the shocking revelation.

After they left, Sarita Behen turned to Pragya. "What do you think? Will they be able to expose your other daughter, Rhea?" she asked.

But Pragya wasn't paying attention. Her mind was racing. How is it possible that Sunil is Disha's son? Disha only had one son... Sunny.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in alarm as a terrifying thought struck her. Does this mean Sunil is actually Sunny?

She cupped her mouth in shock, her heart pounding.

Sarita Behen noticed the drastic change in Pragya's expression and frowned in concern. She tapped Pragya's shoulder. "What is it, Pragya?"

Pragya shook her head, attempting to compose herself. "Sarita Ji, I need to meet someone urgently. Please excuse me!" Without waiting for a response, she quickly rushed out.

"Arrey, Pragya, wait! Where are you running off to in such a hurry? Don't go! Madhu has already left her job, the kids are out, and now even you're leaving. Who will help me with my shopping?" Sarita Behen called after her, but Pragya had already disappeared, hailing an auto.

Sarita Behen threw up her hands in frustration.

MMIS College Campus

Prachi, Shahana, and Rishi stood outside the college, waiting impatiently for Sunil.

Rishi frowned. "Are you sure this guy is actually helping us? What if Ranbir's suspicions were right, and he has some hidden agenda?"

Shahana, hearing this, was visibly shaken. She recalled Aryan's revelation about Sunny being his half-brother, and an uneasy feeling crept into her heart. Her hands trembled slightly.

Noticing this, Prachi immediately pulled her into a reassuring hug. "Don't worry, Shahana. This time, nothing wrong will happen to you. I'm here with you."

Then, turning back to Rishi, she said, "We have no other choice, Rishi. We have to take Sunil's help."

Rishi nodded.

Just then, Ranbir and Aryan arrived in an open jeep.

Ranbir gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, we're late, Prachi. My car broke down this morning, so I had to borrow my friend's jeep."

Rishi responded, "It's alright. We're still waiting for Sunil."

Right at that moment, Sunny and Sanju arrived on Sunny's bike.

Ranbir frowned. "Why are you late?"

Sanju, fuming, snapped back, "Not everyone is rich like you, driving fancy cars and studying in top colleges! By the way, what do you even study here? Masters in How to Impress Women?"

Ranbir rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you fool! I'm doing my Master's in Music—specializing in Western music. Got it?"

Sanju muttered under his breath, "Of course, learning music to impress women."

Ranbir narrowed his eyes. "What did you just say?"

Sanju quickly changed the subject. He turned to Prachi. "So, Jaa—" He stopped himself just in time from saying Jaane-Man and corrected himself awkwardly. "I mean, Prachi Ji, what do you study?"

"B.Ed.," she replied.

Sanju clapped dramatically. "Wow! Studying to teach kids but also teaching your boss?"

Prachi scowled at him in annoyance.

Ignoring her reaction, he turned to Rishi, Shahana, and Aryan, asking about their studies.

Rishi shrugged. "I don't study here."

Shahana replied, "B.Sc. in Interior Designing."

Before Aryan could answer, Sanju smirked. "Oh, let me guess! You're doing designing too, aren't you, Aryan?"

Sunny groaned in frustration, face-palming at Sanju's idiocy.

Aryan and Shahana exchanged awkward glances while the others frowned in confusion.

Aryan finally replied, "Yes, I'm doing M.Sc. in Fashion Designing."

Sanju's face lit up in excitement. "Wow! That's amazing! You're doing Fashion Designing, and your bhai"—he pointed dramatically at Sunny—"is a rank-holder of M.F.Tech from NIFT Delhi!"

His excitement vanished the moment he turned and saw Sunny glaring murderously at him.

Ranbir scowled. "Stop your nonsense, Sanju! He's not Aryan's bhai. Aryan has only one bhai, and that's me."

But Aryan interrupted. "No, Ranbir. He is my bhai."

Ranbir looked at Aryan in shock, while Sunny turned away indifferently.

Sunny then stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding. "Can we please focus on why we're actually here instead of entertaining Sanju's nonsense?"

Sanju swallowed nervously, embarrassed by Sunny's glare.

Sunny continued, "We've tracked the location of the man who harassed Shahana that night."

Ranbir's eyes widened. "What? How did you manage that?"

Sanju looked uneasy, but Sunny cut in coldly, "Does it matter how? What matters is that we have to get to him before he disappears."

Prachi hesitated. "Shouldn't we inform the police right away?"

Aryan shook his head. "No, Prachi. I think we should first bring him here and make him face Shahana before handing him over to the police."

Sunny agreed. "Exactly." Then, without warning, he extended his hand toward Ranbir. "Give me your jeep keys."

Ranbir blinked. "Huh?"

Sunny demanded firmly, "Give me the keys."

Gritting his teeth, Ranbir reluctantly placed the keys in his hand.

Sunny got into the driver's seat and drove the jeep closer to them. "Get in," he ordered.

Ranbir sat beside him. Rishi climbed into the back. Aryan was about to join when Sunny suddenly stopped him.

"Not you, Aryan."

Everyone turned to him in surprise.

Ranbir protested, "Why not?"

"Because too many people will complicate things," Sunny stated flatly.

Aryan's face fell. Sanju, watching him, felt a twinge of sympathy.

But Sunny snapped at Sanju. "Do you need a special invitation?"

Sanju jumped and scrambled into the jeep.

As Sunny drove off, dust swirled around Aryan's face. He coughed, watching the vehicle disappear into the distance.

Prachi moved aside to inform Pragya and Abhi.

Shahana stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Aryan's shoulder, offering silent comfort.

Aryan, still hurt, found solace in her touch. He clasped her hand tightly in return.

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To be continued.

Chapter 64

Disha's House

Pragya arrives at Disha's house, calling out her name. Disha steps outside, surprised to see her. "Di, you here? Without any prior notice?" she asks, taking Pragya's hand and inviting her inside. However, Pragya remains unmoved, her expression rigid.

Sensing something is wrong, Disha asks, "Di, what's the matter? Are you upset with me for some reason?"

Pragya fixes her with a piercing gaze and demands, "Disha, is Sunil, the Costume Designer of Fusion Beats, your son?"

Disha is stunned by the question. Pragya's patience wears thin as she raises her voice, "I asked you something, Disha! Is Sunil your son?"

Disha's eyes well up, and she finally bursts out, "Yes, Di, he is my son!"

Pragya feels the ground shift beneath her. Struggling to process the revelation, she hesitantly asks, "And is Sunil... Sunny? Yours and Purab's son?"

Disha, unable to hold back any longer, nods in affirmation before breaking down into tears and embracing Pragya. Though still in shock, Pragya instinctively wraps her arms around her.

Seelampur, North East Delhi

Sunny and the others arrive at an abandoned factory. Looking around, Ranbir frowns. "What kind of place is this? Can anyone even live here?"

Sanju scoffs, "Not everyone owns grand and luxurious houses like you!"

Ranbir glares at him. "Why do you always have to give such irritating replies? Can't you just keep your mouth shut?"

Sanju is about to retort when Sunny interjects, "Sanju! We didn't come here to argue but to find that man. Now get out and start looking for him!"

Sanju hesitates, his face paling. "Me? Alone? Bhai, what if he's not alone? What if he has other goon-type men with him?"

Sunny replies calmly, "Ranbir and Rishi will go with you."

Ranbir crosses his arms. "And what about you? Planning to sit back and watch the show?"

Sunny simply smirks and looks away, ignoring the question. Frustrated, Ranbir orders Sanju to lead the way. With visible reluctance, Sanju trudges forward, followed closely by Ranbir and Rishi.

A little further inside, they hear the sound of men playing cards. Ranbir gestures for everyone to remain silent. Sanju presses a finger against his lips. Ranbir signals Rishi to hide and instructs Sanju to approach the men.

Sanju shakes his head furiously, refusing. Rishi, however, gives him a stern look, leaving him no choice. Taking a deep breath, Sanju puffs out his chest and strides towards the group.

The men stop their game, eyeing him suspiciously. One of them, the pervert who had harassed Shahana, recognizes him and begins to rise. Before he can speak, Sanju holds up a hand.

"Hey man, I'm here to ensure you pay for your disgusting behavior towards that girl. But don't worry, I won't be fighting you because, well... I'm allergic to fights. But they will!" He dramatically gestures towards Ranbir and Rishi, who glare at the man with pure rage.

Sensing danger, the man attempts to flee, but Ranbir and Rishi grab him, delivering powerful punches.

Sanju, meanwhile, quickly ducks behind cover, watching the fight with wide eyes. Ranbir and Rishi engage in a fierce brawl, refusing to let the man escape. But soon, his accomplices intervene, making it difficult for them to gain the upper hand.

Sanju, biting his nails, anxiously wonders, Why isn't Sunny Bhai coming inside? I've seen him fight—he's a real goonda! He could take down these guys in no time! So what's he waiting for?

Disha's House

Disha offers a glass of water to Pragya, who refuses it.

"Won't you even drink a glass of water from me now?" Disha asks, her voice heavy with hurt.

Pragya shakes her head. "Answer my questions first, Disha! If Sunil is indeed Sunny, why have you both kept it a secret—especially when he's working in his father's company, Rock the Beats?"

Disha sighs. "Di, I had no idea he worked there! He only told me recently. The moment I found out, I wanted him to quit immediately, but he's stubborn—just like his father..."

She suddenly stops, realizing what she just said. Pragya narrows her eyes. "Does Purab know the truth?"

Disha shakes her head. "No. I told him that Sunil is mine and Hritik's son."

Pragya's eyes widen in shock.

Seelampur, North East Delhi

Ranbir and Rishi continue to fight, managing to subdue several men. But before they can react, the pervert grabs a metal rod and strikes Rishi on the head.

Ranbir cries out in alarm, rushing to help, but the man follows up with a brutal hit to Ranbir's stomach. Both of them collapse to the ground, groaning in pain.

Sanju crouches behind cover, his hands over his mouth, terrified.

The man smirks. "You think you can take me down? You'd have to be as much of a scoundrel as I am to do that!"

Sanju, sweating profusely, glances toward the exit. Oh God, they're outnumbered! Sunny Bhai could easily take these guys down! But why is he still outside?

Just as the pervert turns to escape, a loud screech fills the air. Sunny speeds in on the jeep, skidding to a halt inches away from his feet, kicking up dust.

The man stumbles backward, convinced his foot has been crushed, but when he looks down and sees he's unharmed, he lets out a sigh of relief. That relief, however, is short-lived.

As he raises his head, his breath catches. He remembers Sunny—the man who had nearly beaten him to death once before. Panic takes over as he starts sweating and trembling.

Sunny steps out, casually flicking away his cigarette before crushing it under his foot. "Where are you running off to, my friend?" he taunts. "Why don't we play a little more catch and catch?"

Without warning, he lands a hard punch on the man's face, sending him sprawling to the ground. The remaining thugs charge at him, but Sunny fights them off savagely.

Ranbir, Rishi, and Sanju stand in stunned silence, watching him single-handedly take them down.

Ranbir nudges Sanju. "Is your friend some part-time local goonda?"

Sanju glares. "No, but he's a very, very tough man! Instead of watching, why don't you help him?"

Ranbir and Rishi snap out of their daze and join the fight. Finally, they overpower the pervert. Rishi drags him up and slaps him hard. "Let's see how you escape justice now!"

Disha's House

Pragya is reeling from Disha's confession. "You lied to Purab about Sunny's identity? Why?"

Disha bursts into tears. "Because Sunny hates his father, Di!"

Pragya is taken aback. "What? Why?"

Disha wipes her tears. "Di, after Purab ji and I separated, Sunny wasn't with me."

Pragya frowns. "What do you mean?"

Disha takes a deep breath. "After our divorce, Sunny spent the first seventeen years of his life at Shanti Niketan Ashram, an orphanage in Delhi."

Pragya's heart drops. "What?"

Disha sobs. "Yes, Di. My son grew up as an orphan while both his parents were alive. At that time, I had no means to raise him, and I was terrified of society branding him a b*st**d. I thought it was better for him to live as an orphan than to carry that stigma. The pain he endured in those seventeen years turned into hatred for his father. That's why I want to keep them apart!"

Pragya clutches her forehead, overwhelmed. She embraces Disha, their tears mingling. Before she can say anything, her phone rings.

It's Prachi. "Ma, I've been calling you! Where were you?"

Before Pragya can answer, Prachi blurts out, "Come to our college now! Sunil found the man who harassed Shahana and went after him with Ranbir, Rishi, and Sanju!"

Pragya's eyes widen in alarm. She quickly bids Disha farewell and rushes out.

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Chapter 65

Pragya Arrives at MMIS College

Pragya rushes into MMIS College, her eyes immediately landing on Shahana, who is trembling in distress, tightly held in Rishi’s arms. Without hesitation, she hurries forward, wrapping Shahana in a comforting embrace.

“Shush, shush, Shahana, calm down! Don’t worry. The man who tried to harm you will be punished for his actions. Now, please, try to calm down,” she soothes, gently stroking her head.

Shahana breaks down completely, burying her face in Pragya’s bosom as sobs rack her body. Pragya’s comforting presence offers solace, but her gaze shifts to the culprit—the man responsible for Shahana’s ordeal. Fury ignites in her eyes as she steps forward, pulling Shahana aside. Without warning, she strides up to the man and delivers a resounding slap across his face.

Sanju, watching from a distance, tenses up. His mind races with panic as he prays, Mata Rani, please save me! My only mistake was hiring this fool for that psycho Priyanka Madam’s plan. I never imagined she’d double-cross me like this! I swear, I’ve already taken nearly a hundred slaps from Sunny Bhai—I can’t take more from this Lecturer Mother of Prachi or the police!

Pragya’s voice rises in anger as she glares at the man. “How dare you look at a woman with such disgusting, lustful eyes? It’s because of men like you that crimes against women in our country—and in this very city, the capital of India—are on the rise! You should be punished so severely that you never even think of committing such a vile act again!”

She raises her hand once more, delivering another hard slap across his face. By now, the man is already reeling from the brutal beating he has received from Sunny, Rishi, and Ranbir. His head spins as dizziness overtakes him.

Just then, Abhi arrives with the Delhi police. Prachi quickly informs Pragya, “Before calling you, I had already informed Papa about everything.”

As Pragya and Abhi’s eyes meet, emotions swirl between them in an unspoken exchange. The police officers step forward, snapping handcuffs onto the criminal’s wrists. The senior CI speaks with conviction, “Crimes against women are increasing at an alarming rate. Rest assured, Madam, we will take strict action against this man. His punishment will serve as a lesson to all those who seek to harm women for their own twisted desires.”

Pragya nods in approval as the officers haul the man toward the police jeep, shoving him inside. Just as they are about to leave, Abhi steps forward and requests, “Sir, if you don’t mind, may I confirm one last thing with him?”

The police officer agrees. Abhi walks up to the barely conscious man in the back of the jeep, tapping his face to rouse him. “Tell me—did you do this of your own vile intentions, or was someone else behind it?”

Sanju’s breath catches as he watches anxiously.

The man, still dazed from the beating, struggles to focus. Abhi’s question sends him into a flashback—

In the past, Priyanka had met with him, detailing her sinister plan. As they discussed the assault, Sunny had unknowingly been eavesdropping from a distance. The man had hesitated and questioned Priyanka, “Madam ji, if you don’t mind me asking—why, as a woman, are you asking me to commit such a crime against another?”

Priyanka had leaned in close, whispering into his ear, “Because I’m Rhea Mehra, and I want revenge. That girl, Prachi, stole my love.”

Though Sunny had been listening intently, he hadn’t caught that particular revelation.

The flashback fades, and back in the present, the barely conscious man mutters weakly, “It was Rhea Mehra… She ordered me to do it… to avenge herself against Prachi… for taking her love…”

His head lolls to the side as he loses consciousness.

A stunned silence falls over the group. Pragya rushes to him, grabbing his collar in disbelief. “How dare you blame my daughter when she has done nothing wrong?” she yells, shaking him violently. “Get up, you fool! Get up and tell the truth!”

But the man is completely unresponsive.

The police warn Abhi, “Sir, control her, or we’ll be forced to take her in as well.”

Abhi and Prachi try to calm her down, but Pragya remains inconsolable. Finally, Abhi shouts in frustration, “Enough, Pragya! No matter how much you yell, the truth won’t change. Your daughter is a criminal who planned this heinous crime against her own sister! And mark my words—I will make sure she gets punished for what she has done.”

With that, he storms to his car and speeds away.

Pragya stands frozen, his words cutting deep. Without saying a word to anyone, she hails an auto and leaves.

Meanwhile, Sanju mutters to Sunny, “Bhai, this Priyanka woman has really played a dangerous game.”

Sunny looks on in concern.

Mehra Mansion

Abhi storms into the mansion, his voice thundering through the halls. “RHEA!”

His roar startles everyone inside. Dasi, Mitali, Priyanka, and Meera rush out, alarmed. Pallavi and Beeji follow, sensing trouble.

Ignoring them all, Abhi calls out again, louder this time. “RHEA!”

Upstairs, Rhea freezes, dread creeping over her. She hesitantly descends the stairs, her voice small as she asks, “What happened, Dad?”

Before she can react, Abhi grabs her wrist tightly. She winces in pain, but he pays no attention.

“The man you hired for this disgraceful crime has confessed!” he accuses, his voice sharp with betrayal.

A stunned silence engulfs the room.

Priyanka gasps inwardly, panic setting in. How is this possible? I made sure he escaped without leaving any evidence. How did he get caught?

Abhi’s fury only grows. “You know, Rhea, until today, I was so proud to be your father. I considered myself the luckiest man to have a daughter like you. But now—you’ve shattered that pride! I curse the day you were born, knowing that you could stoop so low as to plot against your own sister!”

Rhea’s heart breaks at his words, and she snaps, “She is NOT my sister!”

Her defiance only fuels Abhi’s rage. He raises his hand to slap her—

But before he can, Pragya arrives, catching his wrist.

Everyone is shocked to see her.

Abhi seethes, “Don’t stop me today, Pragya! Keeping her with me was a mistake. My bad parenting is to blame for what she has become! I should have sent her with you that day!”

Rhea crumbles, tears pouring down her face.

Pragya gently lowers Abhi’s hand and states firmly, “She is my daughter too. And I believe she has done nothing wrong.”

Abhi looks at her incredulously. “How is that possible when all the evidence—”

“I will find the real culprit and bring proof!” Pragya declares.

Priyanka stiffens, panic gripping her.

With a final glance at Abhi, Pragya turns and walks away. Everyone watches her leave in silence. (Kumkum Bhagya’s dramatic tune plays in the background.)

Night time – Aryan’s Bedroom

Aryan and Ranbir share a bed, though only Ranbir sleeps soundly. Aryan, however, tosses and turns, troubled by the day’s events—particularly the sight of Rishi comforting Shahana. The image refuses to leave his mind.

Suddenly, in his sleep, Ranbir rolls over and hugs Aryan tightly. “Hey, Prachi,” he mumbles dreamily.

Aryan stiffens in shock.

Before he can react, Ranbir snuggles closer, muttering, “Come on, sweetheart, just one kiss…” and presses a sleepy kiss to Aryan’s cheek.

Aryan yelps, shoving him away and placing a pillow between them. Ranbir merely cuddles the pillow, murmuring happily.

Still restless, Aryan suddenly thinks of Shahana. Should I go see her?

After a brief inner debate, he makes up his mind.

Sarita Behen’s House

Aryan sneaks to Shahana’s window, tossing a small stone inside. It lands on her, waking her up. She looks around in confusion before spotting him.

Gesturing for him to wait, she carefully slips outside. “What are you doing here?” she demands.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he admits.

“Why?” she asks.

He hesitates. “I… wanted to know why you hugged Rishi so tightly today.”

Shahana blinks. “You came all this way just to ask that?”

“Yes,” he snaps.

She sighs. “I was emotionally distressed! He comforted me, so I—”

Before she can finish, Aryan places his head in her lap.

Both freeze at the sudden intimacy.

Just then, Prachi calls out, startling them apart. Shahana stumbles inside—only to trip and fall straight into Rishi’s arms.

Their eyes lock.

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To be continued.

Chapter 66

Shahana’s Dilemma

As Shahana instinctively pulls away from Rishi, she becomes acutely aware of Aryan watching them from a distance, his sharp gaze never leaving her. His insecurities about Rishi flash through her mind, and she stiffens.

Rishi, noticing her sudden withdrawal, frowns and asks, "Shahana, what are you doing here?"

She hesitates before replying, but Rishi beats her to it. "Actually, I should be the one asking you that. I came outside because I heard Prachi calling for you."

Shahana quickly glances at Aryan, who is carefully concealing himself behind a pillar, before turning back to Rishi. Nervously, she says, "Oh... I wasn't feeling sleepy, so I came out for a walk."

She tries to move past him and return inside, but Rishi steps forward, concern evident in his voice. "Shahana, your foot is hurt. Let me help you."

She immediately waves him off. "No, Rishi, I'm perfectly fine," she insists.

However, as she attempts to take a step, a sharp pain shoots through her ankle, and she stumbles. Rishi instinctively reaches out, offering his hand, but this time, she refuses to take it. Even as she wobbles slightly, she makes a conscious effort to maintain her balance without his support. Aryan, witnessing this, smiles in satisfaction.

Rishi, on the other hand, finds her behavior unusual. "You're so stubborn, Shahana," he mutters in frustration. "But let me warn you, I’m just as stubborn. I won’t let you walk inside like this!"

As he steps closer, about to lift her into his arms, Prachi suddenly appears at the doorstep. Both Shahana and Aryan breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shahana! What are you doing outside at this hour?" Prachi demands, her voice a mix of concern and irritation.

Shahana quickly repeats the excuse she gave Rishi.

Prachi shakes her head in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? You just barely escaped a terrible fate today, and here you are, walking around alone in the middle of the night?!"

Shahana realizes her mistake and catches her ears in an apologetic gesture. Aryan chuckles softly, enjoying the sight, while Shahana throws him a glare, making sure Prachi doesn’t notice.

"I'm sorry, Prachi," she says sincerely. "It’s just that after everything that happened today, I couldn't sleep. I needed some fresh air."

Prachi sighs, clearly still upset, but eventually relents. "Fine. But now, get inside. It’s dark, and this city isn’t safe, especially at night."

Shahana nods obediently and turns to Rishi. "You don’t need to worry now. Prachi will help me get back to our room."

Rishi nods, though disappointment flickers in his eyes.

Before stepping inside, Shahana glances towards Aryan one last time and gives him a small smile. He returns the gesture with a nod, and she limps inside with Prachi’s support. Once they are safely inside, Rishi looks around warily before shutting the door behind him.

Sunny’s Plan Unfolds

At a garage near his house, Sunny throws powerful punches at his punching bag, his face dark with determination.

Sanju, standing nearby, watches him with a puzzled expression. "Bhai, I seriously don’t get it. What kind of twisted game is Priyanka playing with her own family? And on top of that, you promised Aryan you'd help his Lecturer Maasi... but what exactly are you planning?"

Without pausing his punches, Sunny smirks. "Come on, Sanju! I’m his elder brother—I have every right to mess with him a little."

Sanju feels uneasy. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

Sunny finally stops punching and turns to him. "Not me. You will."

Sanju’s eyes widen. "Me? But how?"

Sunny crosses his arms and smirks. "Starting tomorrow, you’ll be attending classes at MMIS College. I’ve enrolled you in a Diploma in Textile Management."

Sanju nearly chokes. "What?! Bhai, are you serious? You know how hard I struggled to pass my 12th-grade exams! And now you want me to study again? The only reason I ever stepped into college in Hoshiarpur was to stare at my jaaneman, Prachi! Other than that, I never attended a single class!"

Sunny, unbothered by his protests, speaks firmly. "Just do what I say. Your admission is done. From tomorrow, you’re a student."

Sanju groans. "Bhai, I can’t even read a full sentence in English! And now you expect me to sit through lectures in English?"

Sunny pats his shoulder. "Relax. It’s just a one-year diploma course."

Sanju shakes his head. "And what will I do with this degree? Make bharta and eat it?"

Sunny shoots him a sharp look. "You don’t have a job. Once you get this degree, you’ll manage textile businesses for me. Remember what my little brother told the police to cover for us?"

Sanju recalls Aryan’s quick thinking when he had tried to protect Sunny from suspicion. As he processes the information, Sunny adds, "But your real purpose isn’t to get a degree. I need you inside that college for a much bigger reason."

Sanju looks at him nervously.

The Realization in the Rain

Meanwhile, Aryan walks through the deserted streets, heading towards his bike, which he had parked far from Sarita Behen’s house to avoid suspicion. The wind howls, and distant thunder rumbles, signaling an incoming storm.

Yet, Aryan pays no attention to the weather. His mind is consumed with thoughts of Shahana. A soft smile plays on his lips as he recalls how she had deliberately kept her distance from Rishi. But soon, his expression turns pensive as he remembers her question.

"Why did you feel bad when you saw me close to Rishi today?"

He frowns, stopping in the middle of the street. "That’s right... Why do I always get irritated whenever Rishi is too close to her?"

He digs deeper into his thoughts, and suddenly, his mind flashes back to a conversation with Ranbir—when Ranbir had described how he realized his love for Prachi during the Diwali fire accident, standing in the rain.

Aryan’s breath hitches as realization dawns upon him. His heart pounds.

"Does this mean...?"

At the same time, inside Prachi and Shahana’s bedroom, while Prachi is fast asleep from exhaustion, Shahana finds herself wide awake, lost in thoughts of Aryan.

"The way Aryan feels when he sees me with Rishi... is the same way I feel when I see him with Mishti. But this insecure feeling... isn’t it called jealousy?"

She gasps, cupping her mouth in shock.

Suddenly, she jumps out of bed, rushes to the window, and whispers, "I love Aryan."

Simultaneously, out in the pouring rain, Aryan breathes, "I love Shahana."

A burst of happiness surges through them both. Aryan, overcome with joy, begins spinning in the rain, letting the droplets drench him as he laughs. Meanwhile, Shahana collects raindrops in her hands and splashes them onto her face, relishing the moment.

Unbeknownst to them, Sunny continues his relentless punches on the bag in his garage, his voice filled with venomous determination.

"I will never let Aryan have his love!"

Sanju watches him anxiously.

The Truth Unveiled

Next morning – Mehra Mansion

Abhi storms downstairs, his voice ringing through the hall. "I know Rhea is my daughter, but I cannot overlook what she tried to do to her own sister. No matter who tries to stop me, I will make sure she gets punished by the law!"

At that moment, Pragya enters, her voice firm. "What if she hasn’t done anything?"

Abhi turns, staring at her in confusion. Other family members gather, sensing the tension, while Ranbir arrives with his family, accompanied by Prachi, Rishi, and Shahana.

Abhi’s eyes narrow. "Pragya, we’ve already discussed this. It has been proven that Rhea—"

Pragya interrupts him. "And I have proof that Rhea is not the real culprit."

Priyanka stiffens, her body trembling.

Pragya strides toward the DVD player, inserts a pen drive, and plays a video on the large screen.

As the recording unfolds, revealing Priyanka’s entire conversation with the hired criminal, shock ripples through the room.

Everyone turns their gaze toward Priyanka.

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Chapter 67

As the video ends, all eyes turn toward Priyanka. She stands frozen, her face drained of color, realizing she has been caught red-handed with no room left to defend herself. Beads of sweat form on her forehead as the weight of her exposure sinks in.

Pragya smirks, noticing the sheer helplessness on Priyanka’s face. Her mind drifts back to the moment she had obtained the pen drive—an irrefutable piece of evidence proving that Rhea was not the true culprit behind the chaotic events of the fashion show night. More importantly, it exposed Priyanka as the mastermind behind Shahana’s ordeal.

Flashback Begins

After returning home, Pragya had broken down into tears, her heart heavy with the accusations piling up against Rhea. The thought that her daughter was being blamed for everything tormented her. As a mother, she felt completely powerless—unable to prove her child’s innocence despite believing in it with unwavering certainty.

Only Sarita Behen and Shahana were present at home at the time, as Prachi had left for work with Ranbir following the chaos at college. Hearing Pragya’s distressed sobs, Sarita Behen and Shahana rushed to the living room, alarmed.

"What happened, Pragya?" Sarita Behen asked with concern.

Through her tears, Pragya vented her anguish. “Everyone believes Rhea is guilty, but I know she isn’t! I trust my daughter, but I have no way to prove her innocence! I need to find the real culprit before it’s too late.”

Sarita Behen scoffed. “How can you be so sure, Pragya? That arrogant girl is clearly responsible for whatever happened to Shahana that night!”

Pragya turned to her with burning eyes, startling Sarita Behen. “No, Sarita Ji! Rhea may have made mistakes in the past, but after she promised me that she would never hurt anyone again, I truly believe she has changed. She would never intentionally harm Prachi or anyone else—not even out of jealousy.”

Shahana, though hesitant, asked, “But Maasi, how will you prove it? All the evidence is stacked against Rhea.”

Pragya, broken yet determined, whispered, “I don’t know… But there has to be a way. God has to show me a way!”

Just then, her phone rang. She quickly picked it up.

“Maasi, it’s me… Sunny.”

Pragya’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Sunny?”

Shahana, hearing his name, looked up in surprise.

“Yes, Maasi,” Sunny continued. “I need to talk to you. It’s urgent—but in private.”

“What is it, Sunny?”

There was a pause before he finally said, “Just know that I have the key to solving the problem that’s troubling you right now.”

Pragya’s eyes widened in disbelief. Without hesitation, she asked, “Where should I come?”

“Disha’s house,” he replied.

Without wasting a second, Pragya wiped her tears, grabbed her bag, and rushed to the door.

“Where are you going now?” Sarita Behen called after her. “At least drink some water first!”

But Pragya was already gone.

Sarita Behen sighed in frustration. “This woman! She just came home, and now she’s running off again. Who is she meeting this time?”

However, Shahana, lost in thought, murmured to herself, What does Sunny Bhaiya have to do with Maasi?

At Disha’s House

Sunny paced back and forth impatiently in the living room while Disha and Sanju sat tensely on the couch.

“Bhai, please stop pacing. That’s not going to make your Maasi arrive any faster,” Sanju remarked dryly.

Just then, Pragya entered, slightly breathless from hurrying over. Sanju muttered under his breath, “This lecturer lady will live a hundred years just to keep saving her daughters.”

Ignoring him, Pragya turned to Sunny. “You said you have a solution. What is it?”

Disha intervened, “Pragya, at least sit down and have some water—”

“I don’t have time to rest, Disha!” Pragya cut her off. “My daughter is in grave danger. She is being accused of a crime she didn’t commit, and I must clear her name. Sunny, tell me how you can help.”

Sunny’s eyes softened. “Maasi, Rhea was my childhood best friend Kiara’s little sister. She is like my own sister too. I won’t let anything happen to her when I have proof that can expose the real culprit.”

Pragya’s heart raced with hope. “You have proof?”

Sunny nodded but then added, “But Maasi, I need something from you first.”

Pragya frowned. “What is it?”

Sunny took a deep breath. “You must not reveal my identity to Purab Khanna or anyone in his family—not even to Chucks.”

Pragya’s expression darkened. “Sunny, hiding the truth is the same as lying. And the people you want to hide from are your own family! Your father, your brother—”

“They are not my family, Maasi!” Sunny snapped.

Disha reached out to calm him, but his voice was filled with bitterness.

“A family doesn’t abandon you. A family doesn’t leave you to live seventeen years as an orphan because of a mistake someone made. And yet, you expect me to accept him as my father?”

Pragya saw the pain in his eyes and recalled Disha’s past words. Her heart ached for him.

Sunny exhaled sharply, regaining control of his emotions. “I’m not asking you to keep my truth hidden forever, Maasi. I will reveal myself when the time is right. But until then, I have unfinished business.”

His cryptic words left Pragya and Disha puzzled. Sanju, however, knew exactly what Sunny meant.

After a moment of silence, Pragya finally relented. “Fine. I won’t tell them. Now, show me the proof.”

Sunny smirked. “Because Sanju and I were part of this mastermind’s game all along.”

Pragya and Disha stiffened.

Shakily, Pragya asked, “Who…?”

Sanju hesitated before answering, “Priyanka.”

Pragya gasped, memories of Priyanka’s previous misdeeds flooding her mind—including how she had framed Rishi in a false molestation case. Her body swayed, and Disha held her steady.

Sunny then revealed everything—from Priyanka hiring him to spy on Rishi and Shahana, to how she manipulated Sanju when Rhea refused to support her schemes. He detailed how Priyanka had orchestrated Shahana’s downfall and how he and Sanju had been unwillingly caught in her web.

Pragya and Disha were left in stunned silence.

Disha finally spoke, her voice trembling. “Sunny… why did you join hands with Priyanka in the first place?”

Sunny hesitated before lying, “I only wanted to help her win her love. I had no idea she was obsessed with Rishi.”

Sanju, knowing the real reason was Sunny’s revenge against Purab and Aryan, clenched his fists but remained silent.

Pragya shook her head. “It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that, thanks to you two, we finally know the truth.”

Sunny continued, “Exactly. And Priyanka still trusts us, so we must act carefully.”

Pragya agreed, recalling her past experiences with people like Priyanka. She knew how dangerous such people could be.

Finally, Sunny handed over the pen drive. “Ma, you risked your whole career for this proof. And now, Maasi, I trust you to use it wisely.”

Pragya nodded and took it in her hands.

Flashback Ends

Now, as the video on the Mehra Mansion television fades to black, Priyanka trembles. Pragya steps toward her, voice unwavering.

“Well, Priyanka?” she asks. “How do you plan to escape this?”

Priyanka glares at her furiously, but the fear in her eyes is unmistakable.

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To be continued.