Pyaar ka Dhoka Nafrat ka ishq FF

Rajveer, are you okay?" Palki called out from the bedroom, her voice muffled by the heavy wooden door.

Her question hung in the air, echoing off the cold, marble floor of the hallway. The vibrant decorations that adorned the walls seemed to fade into the background, their once-celebratory colors now a stark reminder of the joy that was supposed to be filling the house today. Outside, the sun painted the sky with the warm hues of a thousand sunsets, but inside, the atmosphere was as frosty as winter.

He pushed the door open, the hinges protesting with a quiet creak. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the setting sun. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood from the candles on the dresser mingled with something else, something musky and intimate that made his stomach churn. Palki sat up in bed, her eyes wide with shock and guilt, the vibrant mendhi on her hands smeared onto the bed sheets. Shaurya, smirking , quickly pulled the covers up to his waist.

Rajveer took a deep, shaky breath, his hand hovering over the door handle. The music from the mendhi ceremony downstairs grew louder, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had descended upon him. His heart hammered in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of the betrayal that had just unfolded before his very eyes. Palki, and Shaurya, , were tangled in a web of deceit that he had never seen coming.

The room spun around him, the reality of the situation a heavy weight that pressed down on his shoulders. Palki's eyes searched his face, desperation and fear in every line. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, a sob escaped, hanging in the air like a shattered promise. Shaurya stared at him, his eyes taunting , but Rajveer felt nothing but a cold, numbing rage building inside of him. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to lash out, to scream, to do anything that would shatter the unbearable silence that had enveloped them all.

Palki's green and gold lehenga was crumpled at the foot of the bed, the delicate embroidery a sad mockery of the love and joy it was supposed to symbolize. The mendhi on her hands that had his name was smeared, as if her very soul had been marred by the act she had just committed. The room was a battleground of unspoken words, of love turned to ash. Rajveer, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the deafening roar in his ears. But he had nothing to say, the words lost in the storm of emotions that surged through him.

Rajveer's mind raced back to all the little signs he had ignored, the whispers and glances exchanged when he wasn't looking, The realization was a knife twisting in his gut, a deep wound that bled bitterness and anger.

Shaurya's eyes snapped back to meet his, a flash of anger in their depths. "You never knew what it was like, Rajveer," he spat out, "always the golden boy, the one who could do no wrong. You had everything! The business, the respect, the love of our parents. And what did I get? nothing.”So I snatched the most closest person to you, your Palki so that you can see how much she wants me , see for yourself how much Palki loves me it’s me she’s always loved not you.”

Before he could say another word, the bedroom door swung open again, this time with a bang that reverberated through the room. Preeta , stepped inside, her eyes wide with shock. Behind her, a stream of guests and family members began to fill the hallway, their chatter and laughter from the mendhi ceremony downstairs cutting off abruptly as they took in the scene before them. Karan , followed closely, his face darkening like an approaching thunderstorm. The room grew tense, the air thick with the scent of scandal and shattered trust. The whispers started, a low murmur that grew into a cacophony of shock and disbelief as the reality of what they were witnessing sank in.

Without another word, Rajveer turned and stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the hallway like the beat of a funeral drum. He could feel the eyes of the gathered guests and family members on his back, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the cold, hard truth that had just been laid bare. He needed air, space, anything to clear the fog of betrayal that clouded his thoughts.

Palki called out after him, her voice a desperate cry that seemed to echo through the house. But he didn't look back, didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing his pain. The coldness of the marble floor matched the chill that had seeped into his soul. The music of the mendhi ceremony grew fainter with each step, until it was nothing more than a mournful lament, a backdrop to the chaos in his head. Rajveer flung the door , the cold wind slapping him in the face like a harsh reality check. The night sky above was a canvas of twinkling stars, indifferent to the turmoil playing out below.

His breath came out in ragged puffs of mist in the chilly air, mirroring the chaotic state of his mind. Despite his distress, his steps remained steady as he approached his car, a sleek black beacon of escape in the sea of betrayal. The engine roared to life, the vibration a comforting contrast to the tremor of his own body. He threw the bottle onto the passenger seat, his hands shaking as he put the car in gear and peeled out of the driveway.

The road was a blur as he drove, his thoughts racing faster than the cars on the road . He had never felt so lost, so betrayed. He had always prided himself on his strength, his ability to handle any situation with a cool head, but now he was unraveling at the seams. The whispers of his friends and family, the pitying glances, and the betrayal of his fiance it was all too much to bear.

The bottle clinked against the steering wheel as he was driving , the cold metal in his hand a grim reminder of his decision.

He hadn't had a drink in months , not since the night he found his father celebrating valentine day with Nidhi . But tonight, he didn't care about his principles or his health. All he wanted was to numb the pain, to forget the look on Palki's face when he had walked in on her with Shaurya, to erase the memory of his Palki betrayal. He unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig, the liquid burning a fiery path down his throat. He didn't know where he was going, didn't care. The only thing that mattered was getting away from the wreckage of his life.

The whiskey burned, but it didn't fill the void that had opened up inside him. The warmth spread through his veins, but it couldn't thaw the ice that had formed around his heart. He felt hollow, like he was driving an empty shell of a man on a road to nowhere. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a persistent reminder of the world that was now a million miles away. He ignored it, letting the calls and messages pile up, unheard and unseen

Rajveer studied the ring on his finger, the diamond glinting in the neon light from outside. Memories flooded him, a montage of moments that played out in his mind like scenes from a movie he had watched a hundred times. Palki's shy smile at their first meeting, the way she had nervously played with the end of her scarf. Their first date, the sound of her laughter as they shared stories, her eyes lighting up with every joke. And then the proposal, her tear-filled eyes and the way she had whispered "yes" into the quiet night.

But intertwined with those moments were others, less welcome, more painful. The way Shaurya had always been there, a constant in the background of their relationship. Palki's frequent mentions of his name, The countless times they had had to cover for Palki's "accidental" encounters with Shaurya, the lies that had tripped off her tongue so easily. He had been a fool to think it was just an accident each time , that her heart didn't hold a place for Shaurya.

With a roar of anger and despair, he yanked the ring from his finger and held up the lighter that was in his car .The flame danced around the ring , casting a macabre glow on his clenched fist. For a brief moment, he hesitated, the heat searing his skin, a reflection of the pain in his soul. But then, with a grim resolve, he flung the ring out of the window, watching it arc through the night air before it disappeared into the darkness, the flame extinguishing as it left his grasp. The cold metal band felt like a shackle that had been removed, leaving a painful imprint behind. The flaming ring had been a symbol of the fiery passion that had once burned between him and Palki, now reduced to ashes on the cold street. The act of burning it had been a catharsis, a declaration that he was free from the shackles of a love that had been built on lies. But even as he drove, the pain remained, a dull ache that pulsed with every beat of his heart. He couldn't escape the reality of what had happened, no matter how fast he went or how much he drank. The whiskey could numb the edges, but it couldn't erase the images that haunted him, the sounds of their betrayal that echoed in his ears.

Shocking that rajveer saw shalki on the bed.poor palki also got a shock.Shaurya too taunted rajveer.It was hard for rajveer to digest what he saw.but I wish instead of believing what he saw or what shaurya said blindly he had asked palki about it.I wish palki had given him a clue that she is innocent.

The title is passionate. It would be better if you add FF near the title.

Wow Palki Betrayed Rajveer With Shaurya

Iam Shocked

I Never Liked Shaurya With Palki Simple

Rajveer Needs To Leave Palki Then If She Betrayed Him

Originally posted by: Ramisa26

Let’s see whether she betrayed him or there’s more to what happened

Ok Waiting For You To Update The Story

Part 2

Rajveer's knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his heart hammering in his chest like a wild animal trying to escape. His eyes darted from the road to the dashboard and back again, searching for any sign of hope amidst the chaos unfolding around him. The car's brake pedal had gone limp, leaving him with nothing but the scream of the engine and the terrifying reality of his situation

. The world outside the car became a blur as he tried to keep the vehicle on the narrow path. Trees rushed by, their shadows dancing in the fading light.His thoughts raced back to Palki, her betrayal still fresh and raw. Her deceitful smile, the way she had looked at him with feigned concern before he left, the feeling of something being off it all made sense now. Was this her doing? His mind reeled with accusations, trying to piece together the puzzle had Palki and Shaurya stooped that low to get rid of him so that they can be together.

The impact was explosive, sending a plume of dust and debris high into the sky. The car's body crumpled around him, the force of it slamming the air from his lungs. The world around him went dark as the metal frame twisted and contorted into a fiery heap. The smell of burning rubber and hot metal filled his nostrils, making him gag. the Luthra family was gathered in their living room, the air thick with tension.

The news of Rajveer's accident had arrived like a bolt from the blue, tearing through the fabric of their lives. Preeta clutched her heart , her eyes wide with disbelief. Karan face had turned pale with shock ,his hand trembling as he held the phone to his ear, trying to make sense of the garbled words coming from the other end. His mind raced with thoughts of his son, his pride and joy, and the anguish that filled him was almost too much to bear.

They rushed to the accident site. The cliff side was blocked with barriers, flashing lights from the emergency vehicles piercing the gathering dusk. The sight that awaited them was one of utter devastation. The car lay in a mangled heap at the bottom of the cliff, a testament to the brutality of the fall. The police were there, their faces grim as they worked to recover the wreckage. Karan stumbled out of the car, his legs threatening to give way beneath him. He approached the edge, his eyes searching the wreckage for any sign of his son. Preeta clung to Karan , her body shaking with silent sobs. Palki trailed behind them, her expression unreadable, her eyes never straying from the destruction below. The officers on the scene looked up, their expressions filled with a mix of pity and urgency as they saw the family arrive. They had already begun to piece together the events that had led to this moment, the gravity of the situation etched into their furrowed brows. Shaurya and Sunny , watched from a safe distance, their smirks widening with each step the family took towards the cliff. They were the mastermind behind this twisted fate, the envy and spite for Rajveer driving them to this extreme.

Shaurya's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he took in the scene, his mind racing with thoughts of finally claiming Palki. He had always felt entitled to her, as if she were a prize to be won, not a person with her own thoughts and feelings. They had played the long game, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike.

Three years later, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling city as a sleek black helicopter descended onto the rooftop of a gleaming skyscraper. A man, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, was seen his black sunglasses reflecting the setting sun. The door slid open, and a figure stepped out, his eyes narrowed and cold as he looked at the city below. The man, once known as Rajveer, had undergone a transformation.His once easy smile was now a hard line, his eyes filled with a burning hatred that only time could not diminish. He had survived the crash and had spent the years rebuilding himself, crafting a new identity his gaze intense and unyielding, his new identity a cloak that shrouded the pain and anger that burned within him. His name was now Rudraksh , a man with a single-minded purpose: vengeance.

The Luthra family had crumbled under the weight of their financial burdens. Shaurya's recklessness and lack of business acumen had sent their once-thriving empire into a downward spiral. The family fortune was now a shadow of its former self, and the once-proud Karan Luthra business tycoon was forced to watch as the business was getting destroyed . The family's reputation was in tatters, a mere whisper of the reputation they had once enjoyed.

Rudraksh had built a new life in London, An opportunity for a lucrative deal in India had presented itself, one that could not be ignored. The thought of returning to the place filled with so much pain and betrayal was daunting, but the potential rewards were too great to pass up. As he packed his bags, he felt a pang of dread what if the past came back to haunt him? But he steeled himself, reminding himself that he had faced worse and come out on top.

Kiara, his savior , was a beacon of light in his life. Her laughter was infectious, her spirit unbreakable, and her support for him unwavering. She had no idea about his past, the secrets that he had buried deep within him. As they drove towards the airport, her college friend bombarded her with messages, eager for her to introduce them to her mysterious fiancé. Their banter was a sweet reminder of the happiness he had found, a stark contrast to the shadows of his former life.

The plane took off smoothly, the force pressing him back into his seat as the city lights grew smaller and smaller beneath them. As the aircraft climbed higher, so too did his anxiety. The images of Palki's betrayal and his brother's malicious smile began to play on an endless loop in his mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. He tried to focus on the in-flight movie, the humorous banter of the characters doing little to dull the ache in his heart.

The hours ticked by, and with each passing moment, the gravity of his decision grew heavier. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. The planes engines grew louder, a persistent drone that seemed to echo the relentless beating of his own heart. Each mile closer to India felt like a step back in time, back to the moment when he had lost everything his family, his future, and his identity. The betrayal had been so deep, so profound, that it had taken three years and a new life across the sea to even begin to heal the wounds.

Kiara placed a gentle hand on his arm, noticing the tension in his jaw, the haunted look in his eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. He took another deep breath, trying to force a smile. "It's nothing," he lied, his voice tight. "Just pre-flight jitters." Her concern was palpable, but he couldn't bring himself to share the truth with her, not yet. He had come so far, built this new life brick by brick. He didn't want to taint it with the darkness of his past. The plane hit a patch of turbulence, jolting him from his thoughts. The fasten seatbelt sign chimed, and the captain's voice echoed through the cabin, advising passengers to remain seated. The flashback grew more vivid, the taste of bile rising in his throat as he remembered finding Palki and Shaurya together, their naked bodies tangled in the sheets of his own bed. The rage had been uncontrollable, a maelstrom that had nearly consumed him. He had to get out of there, away from the suffocating weight of their deceit.

As the plane touched down in Mumbai , the reality of his return hit him like a ton of bricks. The smells, the sounds, the very air it was all so familiar yet so alien. As they made it outside , he could see the bustling city beyond the windows, the vibrant colors and chaotic streets a stark contrast to the orderly life he had built for himself in London. His heart raced, his palms grew slick with sweat. This was it. He had to face the demons of his past. Kiara, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him, chatted excitedly about the wedding preparations that awaited them. Her words were a distant buzz in his ears, drowned out by the cacophony of his thoughts.. The airport terminal was a whirlwind of activity, the cacophony of voices and the blur of faces reminding him of the life he had left behind.

They arrived at the mansion, a sprawling fortress that stood tall and imposing amidst the lush greenery of the city's neighborhood. The grand entrance, flanked by two lion statues, seemed to mock him, whispering of the wealth and status he had regained. Yet, the opulence felt hollow, a stark reminder of the price he had paid to build this new life. He took her hand, leading her through the gleaming marble halls, each step echoing like a ghostly reminder of the love he had lost.

The same mansion where he had dreamed of sharing a life with Palki, the place where he had imagined their future children playing, now felt like a prison of his own making. Every corner held the ghosts of his past, the laughter of Palki's voice haunting him with each turn. The grand staircase, which once promised a future of joy and unity, now loomed over him, a silent sentinel of his shattered dreams.

Part 3

Rudraksh picked up the phone on the third ring, his heart thumping as he recognized the number. "Yes, what is it?" he asked His secretary's calm voice filtered through the line, "Sir, there's something urgent you need to see at the office." He felt his stomach drop, the weight of the world pressing down on him. The office was the last place he wanted to be, a stark reminder of the life he'd built without Palki. As he stepped into his car, the memories flooded in like a rushing river.

He drove past the café where they'd shared countless cups of steaming chai, their laughter echoing through the narrow streets. Each place he drove past was a stitch in the fabric of their shared history, and now, without her, it felt like a tapestry torn in two. The taste of those sweet moments grew bitter on his tongue, reminding him of the promises they'd made to each other which ended in being the end of their relationship.

The car pulled up to the office building, the gleaming glass reflecting the city's pulse back at him. A sea of flashing cameras and eager reporters greeted him as he stepped out. They shouted out questions "Mr. Arora, congratulations on your latest acquisition! What's next for your empire?" Rudraksh took a deep breath, forcing a smile to mask the turmoil within. His security team formed a protective barrier around him, clearing a path through the media storm. The cacophony grew louder as they approached the entrance, a symphony of clicks and clacks, He nodded at their congratulations, his mind racing through the day's agenda.

There was no time to indulge in the media today; there was so much work to do in the company .Once inside, the cool, air of the lobby washed over him like a balm, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. His footsteps echoed against the marble floor as he strode towards the elevator, the sound punctuating the silence. The doors slid open, revealing a sleek, steel chamber that reflected his weary image back at him. As he ascended to the top floor, he couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu. This had been their ritual once, Palki by his side, her hand in his, as she used to come to his office when he was the CEO of his dad business.

The elevator doors parted, and he stepped into it . The Employees were focused on their work oblivious to the tempest brewing in their boss’s heart. He walked past the rows of cubicles, nodding curtly at the familiar faces, each nod a silent acknowledgment of his triumph, each smile a reminder of his solitude. The walls, adorned with awards and framed newspaper articles, whispered of his achievements. But amidst the cacophony of success, the only sound that resonated was Palki's absence.

As he reached his cabin , his phone chimed with an incoming call from Kiara, He answered, his voice tight with the effort of maintaining his composure . "Hey, I'm just getting in," he said, trying to keep the weariness at bay. Great, Ru!" she chirped, her excitement palpable even through the phone. "My parents will be here this afternoon. You remember the time, right?" Rudraksh nodded, "Of course," he said, his mind racing to reschedule the rest of his day. "The party starts at seven , so I'll be home by five." Kiara's voice grew more urgent. "don't forget, my college friend Pi is coming too. I've told you so much about her, and she's really looking forward to meeting you." Rudraksh felt a twinge of uneasiness . He managed a tight smile. "I'm looking forward to it as well."

He hung up the phone, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on his shoulders. He entered his spacious office, the heavy oak door shutting out the noise of the floor. The room was a testament to his success: a sprawling mahogany desk, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city, and walls adorned with awards . He settled into his office chair, the leather cold against his back.

The walls, lined with awards and photographs of past successes, whispered of his achievements, a stark contrast to the emptiness he felt inside. He sank into his plush leather chair, the cold metal of his desk a stark reminder of the cold reality of his situation. He pushed through emails and documents with a determination fueled by the impending engagement party.

Finally, with the workday coming to a close, Rudraksh closed his laptop and cleared the files on his table and left the office . The drive home was a blur of traffic and neon lights, His heart felt heavier with each passing street, the anticipation of the evening's events pressing down on his chest like an iron weight.

Pulling into the driveway, he took a moment to collect himself, As he stepped through the front door, the aroma of exotic spices and the faint sound of laughter wafted through the hallway, signaling that the party preparations were in full swing. The house was alive with activity, decorated with a symphony of colors and lights, a stark reminder of the celebration that awaited him.

Part 4

Kiara, dressed in a stunning blue Lengha that matched her vibrant personality, she rushed over, her eyes sparkling. excitement. She planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Thank you for coming early. You know how important this is day is for us." Her hand slipped into his, and he felt a warmth that had eased his nerves . It was a different kind of warmth, but it was real, and it comforted him in its own way.

He followed her into the living room where the decorators were putting the final touches on the elaborate floral arrangements. The room was filled with different colors,with drapes of silk and gold that reflected the flickering candlelight. The sight brought a smile to his face, a small victory in the battle against his inner turmoil. "It looks amazing," he said, squeezing her hand gently.

Thank you," she beamed, her eyes searching his for any signs of doubt. "I wanted it to be perfect for you."

Rudraksh made his way upstairs to get ready. Each step took him closer to a future he wasn't sure he was ready to embrace fully. His hand hovered over the doorknob to his bedroom, the room that had become his peace. But today, it was a battleground of emotions as he stared into the mirror, the reflection staring back at him with a mix of hope and fear. In the mirror, he saw not the successful industrialist , but the lost son who had left home in pursuit of the rebuilding himself again after he was betrayed by the one closest to his heart, leaving behind the warmth of his parent's love. His mother's smile, the way it lit up the room, and his father's strong, firm handshakes filled his mind. He couldn't help but wonder what they'd think of him now. His father's words echoed in his mind, the stern yet loving advice he had given about the responsibilities of marriage and family. Karan had always been his rock, his guide through the stormy seas of ambition and loss. Rudraksh missed their early morning drives to the office, the quiet wisdom that had been his compass through the chaos of building an empire.

Rudraksh pictured his mother's face, the way her eyes would light up when he talked about Palki, the hope that had shone through her smile. How she had wept when they'd decided to marry, her happiness a balm to his own fears of losing her. And now, as he prepared to embark on this new journey with Kiara, he wondered if his mother would have approved, if she would have seen the same spark in his eyes that she had when Palki was still with him.

With a heavy heart, he turned away from the mirror and opened the door to the sounds of the party growing louder. The vibrant melody of laughter and chatter filled the hallway, a stark contrast to the quiet solace of his room. He took a deep breath and descended the grand staircase, each step a silent promise to leave the past and focus on his future with Kiara. As he reached the bottom, the guests began to take notice, their eyes following his descent with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

Kiara saw him and made her way towards him her arm outstretched. The moment she took his hand, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. Her touch was a lifeline, a reminder that he was not alone. As the party grew closer, Rudraksh's mind began to swirl with memories of the night he'd first met Kiara. It had been an evening much like this, filled with glitz and glamour, but it had been marred by a horrific accident. His had plummeted over a cliff, engulfed in flames, and it was Kiara, a stranger at the time, who had risked everything to save him from the wreckage. She had been his guardian angel that night, and she had never left his side since. Her fiery spirit had helped him find the strength to face the world again, to rebuild from the ashes of his loss. The room grew quiet as he and Kiara made their grand entrance. He scanned the faces, looking for any sign of disapproval, but all he saw was warmth and welcoming smiles.

He couldn't help but think of her parents, who had taken him in like a son, offering him the warmth of a family he hadn't known since Palki's betrayal . They had showered him with love and support, never once questioning the shadows that lurked in his past. It was their unconditional acceptance that had allowed him to heal, to become the man who could stand before them now, ready to take the next step with their daughter.

Mr. and Mrs. Raichand , enveloped him in their warm embrace, their love for him boundless. He could see the pride in their eyes, the same pride that had been reserved for their daughter when she had first introduced him as her partner. They had no idea of the debt he owed them, the depth of his gratitude for their unconditional support. He took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne, filling his nostrils and sending a wave of nostalgia crashing through him. His thoughts drifted to his own family, his mother Preeta who had raised him with unyielding love and discipline. The joyful meals they had shared, his mother's gentle scolding when he was late for dinner, his father's proud nods as he rejoiced at number of deals he cracked . The memories were a warm embrace that he hadn't felt in a long time, a comfort that had been buried under the avalanche of pain.

Kiara's brother, Kian , was another constant in his life. A true confidant, he knew the depth of Rudraksh's pain and the secret that lay buried beneath his newfound happiness. It was he who had encouraged Rudraksh to let go of the pain that threatened to consume him, to find solace in the arms of Kiara who had saved his life in more ways than one. Now, as the party grew louder, with guests arriving, Kian found him in a quiet corner of the room, his gaze lost in the flickering flames of the candles.

"You okay, man?" he asked, clapping a firm hand on Rudraksh's shoulder. Rudraksh nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he thought back to that fateful night. "I was just thinking about how it all started," he said, his eyes distant.

I am shocked that shaurya and sunny caused Rajveer's accident.i wish shaurya hadn't gone to this extent.glad that luthra business fell down after shaurya took over the business.rajveer is now a successful businessman called rudraksh who is coming back for revenge.superb.

Is kian an important character?I am surprised that palki is kiara's friend.rudraksh told kiara about palki.but I am worried whether kiara will misunderstand palki.palveer conversation was emotional. Rudraksh says that just to move on he chose to be with kiara.i am worried whether kiara will end up getting hurt.which actress plays kiara?

Part 5 Rudraksh

Rudraksh , I want you to meet someone special," she said, her voice a gentle whisper above the guests chatter . "This is my friend Piy. You remember, I've told you about her?" The room seemed to tilt on its axis as he looked into the eyes of the woman before him. The name 'Pi was a dagger to his heart, a name that had once brought him so much joy, now a painful reminder of his past. Palki's eyes searched his, a silent plea for understanding, but all he could see was the betrayal that had shattered him.

The room grew smaller, the air thick with tension as he took in her changed appearance, the scars of their history etched into her very soul. Rudraksh felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him as the memories of Palki's betrayal rushed back like a flood. The night he had walked in on her and Shaurya, his twin, entwined in his bed seared into his memory. The sound of the door slamming, the taste of bile in his throat, the coldness that had crept into his heart as he realized that the woman he had loved with every fiber of his being had chosen someone else.

Kiara, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding, gave Palki a warm embrace. "Palki, I'm so happy you could make it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection. Palki, returned the gesture, her eyes never leaving Rudraksh's. The room was a tableau of confusion and pain, frozen in a moment that seemed to stretch for a while . Palki, was the woman who had once been his entire world. Her touch, her scent, her laugh had been his peace . But she had shattered that world with her infidelity, leaving him in the cold embrace of solitude. Now, she stood before him, a specter of the past, a living embodiment of his deepest wound. His heart raced as he met Palki's eyes, the love and betrayal that had once burned between them now a cold, hard knot in his chest.