SS:Shattered Bonds - Page 3

Originally posted by: Sajini235

Seems like you have a whole story planned already...enjoying it...waiting for the next part...

"Yes, you guessed it right—I already have the entire story planned out in my mind. However, I’m open to making a few adjustments depending on the feedback and responses I receive from all of you.

Enjoyed reading both parts

Please continue soon

Originally posted by: 8Lucky88

Enjoyed reading both parts

Please continue soon

Thank you 😇

Will update more parts soon....

Part Nine: A Night of Light – Daksh’s First Birthday

By evening, the Poddar mansion transformed. The garden glittered under a blanket of fairy lights, draped from trees and pillars like stars come to earth. A pastel blue and silver theme wrapped every corner—balloon arches, teddy bear cutouts, tiny tables with cupcakes and party hats. The air carried the soft melody of laughter, music, and the sweet scent of fresh flowers and vanilla cake.

Daksh, dressed in a tiny powder blue tuxedo with a silver bowtie, sat like a little prince on his high chair, clapping his hands with joy. Ruhi adjusted his hat lovingly, her eyes holding back tears, but her smile never faltered.

Abhira, in a soft pink saree, moved gracefully across the party space—checking the final arrangements, adjusting flowers, making sure the return gifts were placed correctly. She wore a calm expression, but inside, a storm still brewed. She saw Armaan helping silently from the side—stringing lights, coordinating the staff—but never approaching her directly.

Kiara, Krish, and Aryan were in charge of the games. Laughter echoed as they played musical chairs with the kids, followed by a balloon-popping contest. Even the adults joined in, letting go of their grudges for a while.

The Goenka family arrived with vibrant energy. Manish, Swarna, and Surekha greeted everyone warmly. Surekha handed over a big box of handmade sweets, and played peek-a-boo with Daksh, making him giggle loudly.

The cake-cutting moment arrived.

A five-tiered cake stood tall—sky blue with silver clouds, tiny planes, and a fondant version of Daksh riding a hot air balloon. Ruhi picked Daksh up, and Rohit stood beside her, a smile forced on his face. Abhira gently guided Ruhi’s hand to the knife.

Everyone sang the birthday song. Daksh squealed and clapped, his toothless smile lighting up the entire garden.

Abhira clicked photos, capturing Ruhi’s trembling smile, Rohit’s conflicted expression, and Armaan’s distant gaze focused solely on her.

As the cake was shared and dancing began, Abhira found herself near the swing, watching the lights flicker above.

Armaan approached, keeping a small distance. “You made this… perfect,” he said softly.

She didn’t look at him. “It was for Daksh.”

“I know,” he replied, a trace of sadness in his voice. “Still… thank you.”

Abhira’s heart squeezed, but she kept her face blank. “Don’t thank me.

" I don’t remember anything, Armaan… but I still feel this emptiness inside me. It’s about our baby—someone I can’t even fully recall. Maybe we never got to hold that little one in our arms… but that life was inside me, breathing within me. That tiny soul was growing inside me.

And that’s something you can never truly understand.

Even if my mind has forgotten everything, I can’t forget the inner turmoil I feel. It haunts me every day. And now, all the love I would have given to our baby—I want to give it to my little Laddoo baby.

So no, you can’t thank me for that. She’s my sister’s child, and that makes him mine too. I’m her maasi… like a mother to him.

He nodded, accepting her quiet truth.

You were right, Abhira. I don’t deserve to say anything to you. I shouldn’t have said anything at all.

I’m sorry, Abhira… for everything I did—to you, to our baby.

From now on, I’ll be whoever you want me to be. I won’t force anything on you. I can’t.

But how do I explain to my heart that it shouldn’t love you? It just doesn’t listen, Abhira. It never has.

Anyway… don’t think about anything. Just take care of yourself.

With those words, Armaan walked away, his eyes heavy with unshed tears.

Later, Ruhi and Abhira sat on the lawn, watching Daksh play with balloons. Ruhi leaned her head on Abhira’s shoulder. “You saved this day.”

Abhira smiled faintly. “He’s our light, Ruhi. He deserves all the love.”

Ruhi whispered, “After this… I think I’ll take Daksh and come to Goenka house for a while. I need space. To think. To heal.”

Abhira nodded.

That night, the Poddar house laughed and danced. But under the surface, the cracks remained. The music covered the silence between hurt hearts, the lights hid the darkness that hadn’t yet lifted.

But for one night—one beautiful night—Daksh shone like a star. And that was enough.

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(END OF PART NINE)

loved the last parts, for Ruhi / Abhira. They deserve so much more, please let them be. With their Laddoo

Rohit / Armaan they should leave them alone. Poddars are toxic, empty promisis & ego/pride.

They will never change.

if possible tag me please. take care

Armaan is such a toxic character. Abhira is a doormat, she just takes his abuse and doesn't stand up for herself. Armaan doesn't deserve Abhira who should leave. I know you are trying to make Armaan redeemable but his not, his just a chameleon who changes his spot but never his ways.

Also, Rohit slapped Ruhi who should leave Rohit. Let her have her peace and quite.

Part Ten: A Goodbye That Lingers

The night had barely settled after the celebration. The fairy lights were still glowing faintly in the garden, casting long shadows across the lawn. The laughter had faded, the cake was cleared, and the music had stopped—but silence carried its own weight now.

Inside the mansion, Ruhi packed Daksh’s essentials in quiet determination. Abhira helped her, folding little clothes, placing toys gently in the bag. Neither of them spoke much—there was nothing left to say, only decisions to be lived through.

Downstairs, the storm had begun.

“You’re taking Daksh and just walking out?” Rohit’s voice trembled—not with rage, but something more wounded.

“I’m not walking out forever,” Ruhi said firmly. “I just need space. Peace. For my son. For myself.”

“And what about me?” Rohit’s voice cracked. “I’m your husband, Ruhi!”

Before anyone could respond, Dadi began, “She’s being impulsive. This is what happens when we let outsiders interfere—”

Madhav interrupted sternly, “Bas, Maa saa. Don’t make this about the Goenkas.”

Armaan stepped forward, his tone even but commanding. “Let her go, Rohit. For now. Don’t force her to stay if she’s not okay.”

“But—” Rohit looked pleadingly at Armaan.

“She needs time. We all do,” Armaan said, without looking at anyone but his brother.

Ruhi came downstairs holding Daksh, with Abhira by her side. Manish and Suwarna were already waiting at the entrance with the car ready.

Rohit’s eyes welled up. “Don’t go like this…”

Ruhi met his eyes, softened but resolved. “We’re not breaking apart, Rohit. I just need to breathe without being blamed for things I never did.”

Abhira turned, ready to walk out, when her eyes met Armaan’s across the room.

For a moment—just one—the world faded.

He wasn’t her husband in that moment. Not the man who hurt her or the one who was now trying to right his wrongs. He was just… a man standing at the edge of heartbreak, trying not to crumble.

And though her memory hadn’t returned, something in her chest ached. A weight she couldn’t name, a sadness she couldn’t explain.

Abhira walked slowly toward Armaan, her gaze locking with his. In that one moment, time seemed to pause. Their eyes met — eyes that had once held laughter, dreams, and unspoken promises. Now, they were heavy with everything left unsaid.

They wanted to speak, to scream, to hold on… but their lips refused to move. Something deeper, heavier, held them still.

Abhira felt an invisible force pull her toward him — her heart aching in a way she couldn’t understand. There was a strange, suffocating fear growing inside her… the fear of losing him, of walking away from something that still lived quietly within her. But no matter how much she tried to make sense of it, she couldn’t.

Armaan, too, stood frozen — his heart screaming to hold her, to wrap her in his arms and never let go. But he couldn’t. His guilt, his silence, his choices — they built walls he couldn’t break down. All he could do was look at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, as if begging for forgiveness without a single word.

And then, as if waking from a trance, Abhira blinked. Reality returned.

She turned away, her steps hesitant but resolute.

Armaan didn’t stop her

He just stood there… watching her walk away. His heart shattered quietly inside his chest, the weight of regret crashing down like a storm.

He wanted to scream, to chase her, to undo everything — but all he could do was hold onto the broken pieces of his heart and curse the silence that kept them apart.

And then….................

she got into the car with Ruhi, her hands trembling as she closed the door behind her. She didn’t look back

Armaan stood by the doorway, watching her leave.

His eyes didn’t move until the taillights disappeared beyond the gate.

And Abhira, seated beside Ruhi in the car, looked out the window. She didn’t know why her heart felt heavy.Inside the car, silence hung heavy. Ruhi glanced at her, concern clouding her eyes, but said nothing. Abhira stared blankly out of the window, her vision blurred with tears she refused to let fall. But somewhere inside her… a voice whispered, He’s breaking. And part of you still feels it.

But then… she reminded herself — she had to pull herself out of this. She had to focus on herself now. She had to heal.

Only when she found her own strength again would she be able to make the right decisions.

Without those memories, she would have to stand for herself — not for anyone else, but for the girl within her who had been lost in the noise of love, pain, and broken promises.

This was not just necessary — it was right.

For her.

For him.

For everyone.

Because sometimes, walking away isn’t weakness. It’s the first step toward finding the version of yourself you were always meant to become.

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She walked away with breaking heart,

But knew they needed time apart.

Not out of hate, not out of pride—

But to find the strength she lost inside.

No longer waiting to be seen,

She chose to heal, to start clean

Sometimes the bravest thing to do.

Is choose you.

❤️‍🩹

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(END OF PART TEN)