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Chapter 6: Mirchi

"Khud khushi karne ki koshish ki hai Sai ne," the doctor had said to Shivani and Aai a few minutes after they sat in the office. "Aap jaante ho iska matlab kya hai,"

"Yeh Sai ki pehli koshish nai hai, Shivani ji," the doctor continued, "Sai ne pehle bhi koshish ki thi,"

Shivani broke into sobs. Aai, who had been the calmer one among the two, asked for more details.

"She tried to induce a miscarriage on herself without painkillers. It can be understood why she didn't have painkillers on her. Maybe she felt she didn't need them. But uski nass katna, that's the problem here," the doctor continued.

"Have you seen Sai's wrists? Or her legs? The cut marks are fresh. And if I'm not wrong they started a few weeks ago,"

The doctor then pushed forward a file.

"You are Sai's guardian. These are Sai's medical records. Sai came to the university hospital around seven weeks ago. She had been dozing herself on pai killers. She said she needed a plaster for her leg because she correctly guessed her leg was fractured. Her arm on the hand had not just suffered a sprain, it had been partially dislocated. She had bruises all over her body, which are still present. She had been approximately 12 weeks pregnant then. We had suspected an impending miscarriage or a very complicated life-threatening pregnancy. But the fetus didn't grow. Sai had been obsessed with her fetus growing. I'm guessing the instruction to rightfully terminate the pregnancy and her personal led her to breakdown,"

"But I hope you understand my allegation, Mrs Shinde. These are signs of abuse. And clear indications of domestic abuse. It also hasn't been the first time Sai has shown at university with injuries. Over the past few years, it's habitual for Sai to come to college with an injury or another. Like in any other case, we just assumed that she had been a clutz. But these recent developments, they change the perspective,"

" Cases like Sai's are out of my jurisdiction. And if the university decides, there can be a board suggested to review the case and investigate the case. Of course, evidence proves Sai is a victim of abuse. She has been suggested counselling and therapy several times,"

"And before you interrupt me, Mrs Shinde, Sai's previous injuries, they aren't self-inflicted. Her medical file clearly shows that these have been inflicted on her. Such fractures and dislocations aren't caused by slips but by a significant amount of force that causes the resultant trauma. We can go over this with you. Before you suggest how we proceed with this further,"

The doctor spoke on and on. But Shivani. All Shivani could hear was a blur. There were no words. She wasn't surprised. She couldn't pretend to be. But she'd never known things had been so drastic. Shivani being in shock scared Aai. The days that followed had been a blur. A week in the hospital, Akshay postponing his shoots (before Shivani send him to work still unsure when Sai would wake up), Devi flying in with her husband and baby in tow, Reyansh giving in to Purvi's tantrums, Aai praying, and the constant medications and drugs administered to Sai.

Sai was malnourished, with multiple injuries, and now on mandatory counselling sessions. Shivani knew she couldn't let Sai go back to the Chavan's instead she would see it as it was - a cry for help.

~

It had been a week since Ashwini had heard from Shivani. All she'd gotten back was a curt text - Sai is fine. I'm with her. Ashwini understood Shivani's anger. Shivani was mad that Ashwini stayed back with Sai instead of leaving with Devi and her. Ashwini herself didn't understand why she stayed. As the years went, and she observed Sai and Virat, Ashwini knew one thing for sure - their marriage wasn't going to last. Maybe Ashwini saw a younger version of herself in Sai. A version that didn't go through the obstacles she did. Ashwini had wondered if she'd go through the life she did if she married into a household with a good Saas. But she didn't, she had married into a household with Bhavini. The elder daughter in law of the house that craved power and control over everything else. Chavan Niwas held several secrets that remained confined between the four walls of the compound. One of them had been Virat's marriage to Sai. Ashwini wondered if the people in their circle or community even knew Sai after having met her just once in the small close-knit reception they held for Virat and Sai. It wasn't even a reception if Aai had to recollect. It had been a get together that no one attended. It had just been Kamal Joshi's friends who after that day pretended that they weren't acquainted with the Chavans’ or Sai.

Bhavini had hosted a dinner party for the new army general in town a week after Pakhi's "miscarriage". Like she did with the rest of the family, Bhavini pretended like everything was fine in their family. The house was washed, cleaned and set, the photo frames and other scarce intimate details removed, and everyone instructed to act like what Bhavini called "civilised" creatures. The General that came home that weekend was a man in his late 70's. A reputable figure, stern and rigid, along with his significantly younger wife and a few other colleagues. He was a jovial fellow over a few glasses of fine wine and delicious food. Bhavini had ordered non-veg that evening and Ashwini knew it would be on her to conduct a cleansing puja the next day.

As the young and older folk ate their food, drank their drinks and were merry a simple thought crossed around Ashwini's mind as she played with the palak paneer she had cooked for dinner. What would Sai be eating? It was a simple thought that ignited panic in Ashwini. Sai's phone was still off, she hadn't been online for days and Ashwini could find no ways to contact her. Sai messaged her once a day. Or maybe once in two days. When Sai didn't feel like talking, which had been a lot recently, she simply declined the call. But Sai disappearing had been a scary thought for Ashwini to process.

"Kya hua?" Ashwini's husband Ninad had asked. Ashwini wiped away a lone tear. Usually, she would pretend that she didn't hear Ninad. But this time, she gave tried her best to give him a faint smile.

"Kuch nai, bas yaad aa rahi hai Sai ki. Usko dal palak aur palak paneer bohot pasand hai na,"

Ninad simply rolled his eyes at his wife. There she went again obsessing over her bahu.

"Aaah, Maza aaya," the General had exclaimed.

"Tandoori chicken toh Kamal Saab ka favourite tha," he had said. "Tera mentor Virat, ACP Kamal Joshi. Uski Biwi tog mast banati thi. Hum toh pura hafta rukte the ki Purvi ke kaath ka kahana mile bas,"

"Aap jante hai usse?" Bhawini had asked as she remembered that idiotic cop who ruined her perfect son Virat's life.

"Jaanta tha? Arre, bohot purani pehchaan hai hamari," he had said.

"Fauji tha woh humare jaisa," he had smiled. "Phir ek mission pe gaya aur wahi hua jo har jawaan ladke ko hota hai."

A dramatic pause later, he continued, "Pyaar,"

The general's eyes softened as he recollected his memories. "Purvi naam tha uska. Bohot pohnche hue khandaan ki beti thi. Bhaag ke Shaadi ki thi un dono ne."

"Hum sab bohot gareeb the uss time pe. Mumbai mein ek chote se chawl mein rehte the. Jab Purvi aai, toh Purvi ko paani tak ubalne nahi aata tha. Woh toh kuch kar bhi nai sakti thi."

"Kamal usse bohot pyaar karta tha. Purvi bohot padi. Doctor ki padai puri ki. Phir surgeon bani. Aur jab Maa ban na tha, chal basi,"

"Kamal Saab ne toh apni naukri tak chod di thi Purvi ke liye. Business start kiya tha. He hated it. And jab Purvi ko ehsaas hua, toh Kamal ne police force join kiya,"

"Sab Sai paida hua thi na, Kamal Saab ki beti, toh uski shakal bhi nahi dekhta tha Kamal. Hum sab ki Biwiyaan jaati thi Sai ko dekhne. Aur hamesha bolti thi... Sai toh Purvi ki parchai hai,"

"Phir Purvi ke Aai Baba aaye, uske baad uski woh bhayankar bestfriend Aastha. Pehle toh woh Sai se milne aate the. Sai ko kabhi kabhi le jaate the. Pai Sai toh apne Aaba ka intezar karti thi,"

"Ek din woh Sai ko leke gaye, aur Sai ghar wapas nai aai. Kahi dino tak wapas nai Aai. Woh log Sai ko desh ke bahar leke gaye. Kamal ne pehli baat hum sab se madad mangi. Hum gaye the Sai ko lene,"

"Par Sai toh khush thi apne Aai ke mehel (castle) mein. Uske dost the, parivaar tha, woh sab kuch tha jo Kamal usse nahi de sakta. But Sai ko toh sirf apne Aaba chahiye the,"

"Sai ne apne Aaba ko dekha aur kaha," the General wiped his tear, "Aaba aap aa gaye mujhe lene? Mujhe toh laga aapko Sai nai chahiye."

"Bohot roya tha Kamal uss din. Bohot lade the hum. Aur jab Sai bimar padi aur sirf apne Aaba ki zid karne lagi. Tab maane Purvi ke pita,"

"Woh bole, Sai ko aap rakh sakte ho. Par hum usse zaroor wapas layenge. Aur 18 saal ke bad kya hota hai, aap ko kaise pata Kamal?"

"Kamal ko toh hamesha dar tha ki koi uski Sai ko le jayega. Jitna pyaar and laad Purvi ke pita usse karte the, usse bohot zyada Kamal Sai se,"

"Ek aanch bhi nahi aane deta woh Sai par. Usse chal kar kahi Jaane nai deta. Sai ki moushi toh har din uske school ke bahar wait karti thi. And ek police ka chaukidaar Sai ke ird gird (around) ghumnta tha. Na Sai ko kaam aata, na padhai ke ilawa kuch aur. Uske toh dost bhi nai the apne Baba ke ilawa,"

"Kamal ke liye toh Sai kaanch ki gudiya thi. Jo kabhi bhi koi usski zindagi se le jata. Sai ke khone ka darr toh usse hamesha tha. Aisa pita tha woh, jisne apni beti ke liye apni Jaan tak kurbaan ki," the General wiped a lone tea.

Ashwini wasn't sure if it had been the General talking or the alcohol.

"Aur aise Baap ki betiyan asal duniya mein bikhar hi jaati hai, Bhavini ji. Aakir unko apne pita jaisa ya pita se zyaada pyaar karne wala koi nai milta,"

"Mujhe toh dar hai, Aastha ka, aur Purvi ke parivaar ka," his wife had countered. "Na woh Sai ko jeene dengi, ya khud jiyengi,"

"Aastha?" Ashwini had asked.

"Aastha Agnihotri, Agnihotri Saab ki beti aur Siddhartha Raichand ki biwi," the General's wife gritted her teeth, "Usne toh hum sab ki zindagi narq banake rakhi hui hai,"

"Usse khatarnak aurat koi hai hi nai. Purvi ki bestfriend thi woh. Bachpan ki. Aur jab bhi aati thi, Purvi ko le jaane ki koshish karti thi. Sai ko toh usse ne liya tha aur Purvi ke Aai Baba ke paas chood ke aaye thi woh. Apne khud ke bete ko bhi,"

"Ussi ki toh wajah se Sai rukhi thi wahan. Agar Aashta ki marzi ho toh kal hi Sai ki shaadi apne bete se karwale,"

"Saaya hai woh Sai ki," she continued, "Jab Sai 10th mein thi. Toh Aastha anjaan bannke Sai ke school aayi thi. Wahan ek ladke ne Sai ko cheda tha. Aaj tak uss ladke ko na naukri mili hai na uski padhai hui hai,"

"All this weath, power and prestige. True power lies hidden. In people like Aashta and families like hers. Who care nothing of the destruction they pave. That shake governments, corporations and decide the world we live in,"

"Maybe that's why Kamal Saab hid daughter. That even today, four years after his death Purvi's family can't find her,"

"Aise kaise log hai," Bhawini had scoffed refusing to believe their stories.

"Agar aisa hota toh woh log Sai ko le jaate na," Pakhi had questioned not believing an iota of this story.

The pipsqueak Sai who only initially fought with words did everything that was asked of her without being asked twice and over a period of time had been tamed by this family. Such high graces of her?

"Par yeh toh mujhe bhi nai pata, but shayad yeh bhi ho sakta hai ki unko pata nai hai Sai kahaan. Mujhe bhi nai pata hai Sai kahaan hai. Pata nai Kamal Saab ne aisi kya chaal chalayi ki mujhe khud Sai ka kuch ata pata nahi mil sakta."

"But yeh toh pehli ki baat hai. Sai ne toh 4 saal tak abne baba ke paiso ya kisi cheez ko haath nai lagaya tha. But ussne shayad ek mahine pehle apne Baba ke death ke formalities suru ki hai. She's leaving a trail. And trails are easy to follow for those who hunt,"

"Purvi bolti thi ki uske baba aur bhaiyon ke bhaya kar Iss duniya mein koi nai ho sakta," the General's wife had explained.

And that thought haunted Ashwini for much longer than it should have. What if Sai was in danger?

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A/N Another mostly word building chapter. Probably Virat in the next chapter. My apologies to those who wanted Virat in this chapter. I did write a chapter with Virat. But wasn’t happy with the second half of the chapter. So, I’ll probably keep the first half and continue and bank the second have (coz I want to add cute Purvi-Sai baking or struggling to bake scenes later. xD).

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A/N Reposted on the next page.

Great...😍😍🥰🥰 your storyline.It's sairey💖..Sai is a sweetheart who deserves someone like Reyansh😇 and not somrone confused like Virat🤮

Looking forward to next chapter

Goosebumps!!!! My poor Sai. I know its FF but it gave me a chill . Its heartbreaking to see Sai like this. Sai who is so cheerful so graceful has hidden too much pain ...

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Sorry guys, I didn't realise that the Sai part in previous part was too short. Reposting that part with the first part of the planned Sai-Virat chapter I had previously scrapped.

Chapter 7: Titliyan

Sai hadn't been home for five years. She had missed belonging to a place. On most days, she felt like the wuthering winds, flying from one place to another yet never belonging. For the first time, Sai wanted to belong. As she slipped in and out of consciousness the weekend after what she would like to call an accident, she could hear faint chitter-chatter in her room. Her hazy gaze would often fall on a faint shadow in her room. She hadn't even dared to think it was Chavans or Virat. They were too peaceful for that. She occasionally winced in her sleep from the pain in her body and her wrist. Her winces would bring a figure she now recognised as Devi Tai closer to her as she held her to comfort her. Occasionally, she would feel the nurses or doctors bandage her wrist again. Sai could no longer keep track of days. But for the faintest moment, she felt home. In baby giggles, Shivani Bua's chitter-chatter, the small family that surrounded and occasionally the music Reyansh studied to. She would smile mentally unsure if her smile was expressed on her face as Purvi grumbled at Reyansh or as Reyansh chastised her yet again. Or when Purvi bawled her eyes and threw a tantrum when Reyansh held Devi Tai's baby.

"Puvi, nai," Reyansh warned Purvi, "Sai ko tang mat karo. She's sleeping. Don't even think about stomping or jumping on the bed,"

Purvi had mischievously lifted her leg to stomp only to stop herself, lie down and snuggle next to Sai. She snuggled into Sai's arms, ignoring Reyansh's stern warnings, and eventually fell asleep there.

~

Abba had always been the man in Sai's life. Sai didn't have a boyfriend, fiance or any other man in her life fit 18 years. While her friends dated, had affairs and moved in with men; Sai had dreamed of her Prince Charming. She had dreamed of a man her Abba would love and who would love her more than her Abba ever did. Maybe that's why she agreed to marry Virat Chavan. He had literally taken Abba's place in both the workplace and her life. So when Abba's money, life insurance and savings got transferred to Sai. Sai ignored her financial stability and remained dependent on Virat. Of course, he wasn't as bad as Baba was to Aai. Virat always made sure she had money on her, owned whatever she needed and was financially looked after. Maybe that's why Sai had grown to expect emotional support from Virat - love, affection, or any semblance of that sort.

He was always kind to her. In the first year if their marriage, he would take her out, treat her to dinners, lunches and often take on dates to beach sides. And Sai began falling in love with him. She wanted all of him. She grew possessive of him. She mistook any but of affection as a sign of unrequited love. And time went she forgot the first thing he said to her: I'll never love you. I have someone I love.

Sai hadn't expected the person he loved - his best friend - to be living in the same house as then. But she kept quiet. For she shared the room with him. Not Pakhi. He was here, wasn't he? Apparently, not. He kept his distance from her for a year. Never ever blurring the physical distance between. Their touches were platonic - as if formal - but always left her wanting for more. Sai had been an 18 year falling in love. She had been influenced by novels, TV shows and stories of those around her that she failed to differentiate between duty, love and infatuation.

Then one night, he touched her intimately. And she didn't push him away. That had begun their physical intercourse. Sai always anticipated for words of love, comfort or affection. But they never came. A few times over, when the novelty had worn off, it had felt empty. The emptiness slowly replaced by the fear that what if he took someone else's name when in bed with her. Over the last year, that had been replaced by the feeling of being dirty - as if being used - and Sai could never push that feeling away. That was it wasn't it? To put it bluntly - she slept with him and he paid for her needs. Sai, however, never could convince herself to leave. Despite reminding herself over and over that their marriage was but a contract, Sai had been raised in a small town and as educated as she was Sai struggled to escape the mentality that she had to be with the man she lost her virginity to for the rest of her life.

Sai didn't want to be a divorcee. She hated failures. And she didn't want the most important thing in her life to be a failure. So she started looking into annulment options rather obsessively. She didn't mind being tagged as someone of loose character but she didn't want to be tagged as a Chavan ex-bahu or Virat's ex-wife for the rest of her life. The mere mention of their name sickened her.

Sai couldn't remember if it was Virat who pushed her or it was her. The days following the eventful fall were eye-opening for Sai. Meals at Chavan Niwas were no longer an option. Aai would initially wake up a bit earlier than usual and pack meals for Sai. That stopped after Bhawini Kaku yelled and taunted Aai for feeding the manus panaut. Sai had politely requested Aai to no longer prepare meals for her. She had started dipping into Abba's finances then slowly realising that she had no other means to turn to. Sai had been careful to not withdraw much. She started looking for part-time jobs on campus and started summing together all the money she had taken from Virat followed by a plan to pay him back.

Virat hadn't been hers Sai had realised during the month after the fall. Heartbreak came slowly, almost bitterly, and it ripped her apart piece by piece. Her days that month were spent waiting for Virat. He would come back home, enter the room to freshen up and only return when he needed to sleep. He didn't touch her for a month - not as a friend, husband or lover. He barely spoke to her.

Towards the end of that month, Sai had taken her first step in leaving the house and him. She had waiting for him to come home as usual. She had given him the receipt stating that she had deposited the two years of her fees to him. "It'll be transferred in a day or two," she had said to him.

He had asked her about the money. She had ignored the question. It wasn't his business anymore. The next day, she told Aai that she had registered and finally got a room in the dormitory. She liked her flatmate Mira (one of her classmates) and would like to move to the dorm. She had told Aai that her exams were close and it was difficult to move with her fractured leg.

That night Virat had hugged her as she stared at the moon from their balcony for the last time. Probably, he felt her slip away. She had been spooked by his sudden embrace. She had felt his lips on the nape of her neck. Her vision blurred. This was all she was to him. It had taken her whole being to push him away.

"I have to get up early tomorrow. Plus I have packing left. And kal mujhe hostel bhi shift hona hai," she had said.

"Hostel?" Virat had squinted as he pressed his forehead as if awaiting another fight or headache.

"Maine Aai ko bataya ki main hostel shift hona chahti hoon. Aapko bhi bataya tha,"

"Mujhe? Mujhe kab bataya, Sai? And Aai? Aai ko kyun bata raha ho tum? Pati hoon mai tumhara!"

"Maine Aai ko bataya hai. Aur waise bhi mein hostel se Shivani bua ye yahaan jaungi internship ke liye," she had continued as if ignoring his anger.

She had watched him from the corner of her eye. He was mad, she knew. Enraged even.

"Sai, tum kahi nahi jaa rahi ho," he had snarled at her. "Aur tum yeh saare decisions akele kab lene lagi? Yeh decisions saath liye jaate hai,"

Sai had ruffled the pillows as she prepared herself for an early night.

"Wahi, toh main nahi manti, Virat sir," she had said to him. "Ki aap mere pati ho,"

Virat pressed the pressure points on his forehead trying his best to have a patient conversation with her.

"Sai," he started.

She instead had placed an extra cushion between the space in their bed.

"Good night, Virat sir," she had said. Yet, instead of goodnight, it seemed like she had said her goodbyes.

The next morning, her cheque had been encashed along with the notification that there was a payment option set up to his account and if he wanted to have it instead linked to another account.

Virat didn't meet Sai the morning she moved out. Or any mornings after.

~

Sai felt someone periodically check her temperature, his hand often lingering a bit longer as he calmly massaged her scalp. She had shivered at his thumb rubbing accross her forehead. Sai gained consciousness a few hours later to Purvi who sprawled all over and clutched to her hospital gown. And Reyansh on a lounge chair a few feet away from her, studying as per his usual routine.

He seemed calm, almost nonchalant, as he marked his books, took notes and watched a few videos to follow.

And in that soft comforting lo-fi music, Purvi's soft snores and the occasional sound of scribblings accompanied by soft hums - Sai felt home as she drifted back to sleep.

A/N Please do let me know how you like the story so far. Your comments are love!

Longer A/N below because it’s a long one.

Author note

A little sneak peek coz I feel like this chapter was theek, but also coz I kind of like Reyansh as a person and this story is 100% going to be his and Sai’s. I just don’t know how to be fair with Virat. I think the major difference between Reyansh and Virat (here or the show) is that Rey is very supportive of Sai in a non-judgemental way. And he never brings up all that he has done for her (which is a lot). He also lets Sai grow as a person, tells her to fight for herself and is there to catch her when she falls. I believe for Sai as an only child and also her dad’s universe, that freedom is very important which she will never get with Virat or the Chavans and their burden of expectations, rules and confinement. I also like how Reyansh respects Sai (as a person). He is extremely patient with her, knows how to calm her down and would never ever raise his voice at her. Or allow anyone else to. And he does give her his space. I don’t know how he would claim it later. But as I said, he is very intriguing as a character who has basically raised himself and now his sister.

Answering Reyansh parents’ question before anyone asks coz I probably won’t be addressing this in the story (maybe). Reyansh has very laid back parents who stress on independence. They are very much a part of his and Purvi’s life and have always been. They have also raised their kids in the lap of luxury but with proper values. They let them make their own decisions and be accountable for them – even Purvi who basically packs a smol trolly bag and wants to follow her bhai everywhere. Their parents do dote on both of them, especially Purvi since she’s so little. They visit them often, and they visit their parents often, and everyone lives their own life but comes together as a family. A massive difference from the Chavan’s is the fact that Siddharta, Aastha and the whole Raichand-Agnihotri family are respectful of each other and obviously aren’t petty or jobless like the Chavan’s that terrorise family members for fun/drama. The Acharya family is a bit stricter, old school and archaic with rules and decorum but that’s along the lines to not fall in trouble and build their kids to have a more secure and successful future. But ofc, they’re understanding and liberal to an extent.

The being said, Virat is also someone who has been raised in a very different environment. He has had 4-5 years to develop as a character and emote in this story but hasn’t. He in a way in a tamer, shut off version of Ninad who places family over his wife. (Also, show Virat upset Aai! Why, Virat, why?) Honestly, for Virat, he is, to me, someone who is very confused about relationships. We also need to realise that his family is probably his only circle and they have the worst dynamics. Also, his Aai Baba have a terrible marriage based on duty and societal expectations. And that’s probably what marriage is to him – duty, responsibility, societal expectations.

Also, Reyansh does baby Purvi and calls her (Poovi/Puvi) so that isn’t a typo. Also, homeboy has a pastry chef at home for his baby sister (who does end up feeding all pastries so Sai) and just says that it’s his dad’s order (so that Purvi doesn’t live in a pastry shop) when asked (I doubt it).

Also, sneak peek to this scene where i) Purvi snuggles in Sai’s lap as she studies and sifts through her MnM’s to find her favourite flavours with the silent animates bletches and faces she learns from Sai (um, talk with Amey expressions) and then proceeds to do the "one for Sai Bai – one for Sayee” and feeds Sai her favourite flavours. ii) Also, Purvi always is little-miss-grumps with Reyansh and follows Sai around like a pup.

Purvi is also like the baby of Sai’s friend group. That’s probably why she appears a lot. She lives with Reyansh. They don’t live with their parents. Purvi basically followed Reyansh to India and is very attached to him.

Also, Reyansh has Sai's number saved as Sai Bai and calls her Sai Bai. I was a bit spooked when I realized that Bai is usually short for kaamwali bai on tv. But no. Bai is also what you call a baby girl or like a precious girl. It's like how Baba means a boy (small/baby boy, precious boy or an affectionate term for boy). Bai is the female of that in a platonic manner. Apparently, it's also what they used to call royalty back in the day (adding Bai as a suffix). Too much trivia, no?

Your style of writing is so good! And the whole concept of this story is so heart-wrenching! Really enjoying it!

Absolutely love how this is going!

Thank you for coming up with such a beautiful storyline ❤️

Wow wow what an intriguing story it is!!

Such amazing understanding of characters you have.. eagerly waiting for the next update..💜

Please post sooon and DON'T bank the chapters please