The Mask ~ A Parnavi (Parth-Vaishnavi) Three-Shot ~ Chap 2 on pg 1

A tale of love, betrayal, and hidden truths. After marrying Vaishnavi, Parth Virani shocks everyone by becoming a ruthless, greedy man and joining hands with Reyansh against the Viranis. As relationships shatter and hatred grows, a devastating secret hides behind the mask of betrayal.

Chapter 1 (The Fall of Parth Virani)

The Beginning of the End

One week after his marriage to Vaishnavi, Parth Virani became a stranger.

No.

A nightmare.

The entire Virani mansion stood silent as Parth threw the property papers on the table.

"I'm selling everything."

Karan rose in fury.

"Have you lost your mind? This house is your grandfather's dream!"

Parth smirked.

"Dreams don't interest me, Dad. Money does."

Nandini stared at him with disbelief.

"Parth… what happened to you?"

He shrugged.

"Nothing. I finally stopped being stupid."

Tulsi's eyes filled with tears.

"My child, greed destroys families."

Parth laughed.

"Good. Maybe it's time this family was destroyed."

Karan slapped him.

But Parth merely smiled.

"You should have done that years ago."

Vaishnavi stood frozen.

The same Parth who had once promised to love her forever now looked at her with contempt.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked mockingly. "Did you think marriage changed anything? You're just another responsibility."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"Parth…"

"Enough!"

He stormed out.

Hours later, the entire family gathered again in the hall.

No one had touched their lunch.

No one had spoken.

And then—

Parth returned.

Not alone.

The Viranis were shocked to see a group of lawyers enter behind him.

Karan frowned.

"What is all this?"

Parth sat down casually.

"You know, Dad, I've always hated unnecessary drama."

He nodded towards the lawyers.

"So let me get straight to the point."

One of the lawyers handed a file to Tulsi.

The old lady's hands trembled.

And then—

The world beneath her feet collapsed.

"No…" she whispered.

Karan snatched the file from her.

His face drained of colour.

"What have you done?"

Parth leaned back.

"The deal is done."

Nandini looked confused.

"Which deal?"

Parth smiled.

"The Virani Heritage Mansion."

Vaishnavi gasped.

"No…"

"I sold it."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Tulsi almost collapsed.

"The house?" she whispered.

"The house your Baa and Bapuji built?"

Parth nodded.

"Every brick. Every room. Every memory."

Karan grabbed his collar.

"Have you gone mad?"

Parth removed his hand calmly.

"Relax, Dad."

"Relax?" Karan roared.

"Do you even understand what you've done?"

"Of course."

Parth smiled.

"I just sold emotions disguised as property."

Nandini burst into tears.

"This house witnessed your first steps…"

Parth interrupted coldly.

"And now it'll witness my last."

Vaishnavi stood there trembling.

"Parth… tell me this is a joke."

He looked straight into her eyes.

"No, Mrs. Parth Virani."

Then, with a wicked smile, he uttered the words that shattered everyone.

"In fact, I've already received the advance payment."

Karan's voice shook.

"To whom?"

Parth smiled.

"You'll meet the buyer soon."

And far away—

Standing before Ansh Virani's portrait—

Reyansh smiled.

"The game has finally begun."

A Mother Rejected

The silence in the Virani mansion was unbearable.

Tulsi sat motionless.

Karan's eyes burned with anger.

Vaishnavi stood like a statue.

And Nandini…

Nandini simply cried.

The same child she had raised.

The same boy whose first word had been "Maa."

The same boy whose fever she had stayed awake all night for.

Had sold away the Viranis' heritage.

And now—

She no longer recognized him.

Late at night, unable to bear the pain, Nandini entered Parth's room.

He was busy checking some documents.

"Parth…" she whispered.

Without looking up, he said coldly,

"What now?"

Nandini sat beside him.

"Beta, look at me."

Parth continued working.

"I don't have time."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Tell me what mistake I made."

He finally looked up.

"Mistake?"

"Yes."

"What mistake did I make that you became like this?"

Parth smirked.

"You really want to know?"

She nodded.

"You spoiled me."

Nandini was stunned.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"But I loved you…"

"Exactly."

Parth got up.

"Too much."

Nandini's voice trembled.

"I raised you like my own son."

Parth laughed mockingly.

"And that's the problem."

"What?"

"You forgot one thing."

His voice turned icy.

"You're not my mother."

Nandini froze.

"My mother was Tanya."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"But I gave you my love…"

"And I never asked for it."

"Parth…"

"No."

He pointed towards the door.

"Mrs. Nandini Virani."

Her heart shattered.

"Don't call me beta."

"Don't call me son."

"And stop behaving like you're my mother."

Nandini could barely breathe.

"Parth… I may not have given birth to you…"

"But I held your hand when you took your first step."

"I wiped your tears."

"I celebrated your victories."

"I prayed for you."

"I loved you."

Parth smiled cruelly.

"And I appreciate your services."

Nandini stared at him.

"Services?"

"Yes."

"You did your duty."

"And now your duty is over."

The tears stopped.

Not because the pain had lessened.

But because her heart had gone numb.

"God bless you, Parth," she whispered.

"I hope no child ever speaks to his mother the way you spoke to me today."

She walked out.

And standing outside the door—

Vaishnavi had heard everything.

Her eyes burned with hatred.

She entered the room.

Before Parth could react—

SLAP!

The sound echoed through the room.

Parth slowly turned his face back.

Vaishnavi looked at him with disgust.

"I was ashamed of you before."

"But today…"

She removed her mangalsutra and threw it at him.

"Today I hate you."

Parth merely smiled.

"Good."

"Hatred is stronger than love."

Vaishnavi stared at the man before her.

No.

Not a man.

A monster.

And as she walked away—

Parth picked up the mangalsutra from the floor and looked at it silently.

Then, with a cold smile—

He locked it inside his drawer.

Brothers in Darkness

The next morning, the Virani mansion resembled a graveyard.

Tulsi sat in silent prayer.

Karan hadn't slept all night.

Nandini's eyes were swollen from crying.

And Vaishnavi had locked herself in her room.

No one knew how to face each other.

No one knew how to face Parth.

But Parth appeared at the breakfast table as if nothing had happened.

He calmly picked up the newspaper.

"Where's breakfast?" he asked casually.

Karan stared at him in disbelief.

"After everything you've done, you still have the audacity to sit here?"

Parth looked up.

"Should I stand instead?"

Tulsi slammed her hand on the table.

"Enough!"

Parth raised an eyebrow.

"Good morning to you too, Baa."

"Don't call me Baa!" Tulsi shouted.

"My grandson died the day greed entered his heart."

Parth smirked.

"Then perform my last rites."

Nandini burst into tears.

"Parth, stop this."

He laughed.

"Why are you crying again?"

Vaishnavi descended the stairs.

Her mangalsutra was gone.

Everyone was shocked.

Parth noticed it.

"So, you finally grew a spine."

Vaishnavi glared at him.

"I don't want anything to do with you."

"Fine by me."

Tulsi looked at Vaishnavi.

"You removed your mangalsutra?"

Tears filled Vaishnavi's eyes.

"He doesn't deserve to be my husband."

Parth chuckled.

"Finally, someone intelligent in this house."

Karan lost control.

"You shameless boy!"

Parth got up.

"Relax, Dad."

Karan grabbed his collar.

"Why are you doing this?"

Parth removed his hands.

"Because I enjoy it."

The answer horrified everyone.

Even Tulsi stepped back.

Nandini covered her mouth.

And Vaishnavi's last hope died.

That evening…

Parth arrived at Reyansh's penthouse.

Reyansh embraced him.

"Brother!"

Parth smirked.

"Missed me?"

Reyansh poured two glasses.

"Tell me everything."

Parth laughed.

"Baa wants to perform my last rites."

Reyansh burst into laughter.

"And your dad?"

"He almost attacked me."

"And your mom?"

Parth shrugged.

"Still crying."

"And what about your wife, Vaishnavi?"

Parth smirked.

"She removed her mangalsutra."

Reyansh froze.

"What?"

"She hates me."

Reyansh smiled proudly.

"You've surpassed all my expectations."

He raised his glass.

"To Ansh Virani."

Parth raised his own.

"To revenge."

Reyansh looked at Ansh's portrait.

"Father, your enemies are destroying themselves."

Parth smiled.

"And we're just getting started."

The brothers clinked their glasses.

Neither noticed the figure standing outside the slightly open door.

A figure whose entire world had just shattered.

Vaishnavi.

She had followed Parth.

And as tears streamed down her face—

She realized the horrifying truth.

Her husband.

The man she worshipped.

The man she married.

Was standing beside the enemy.

Laughing.

Smiling.

And celebrating the destruction of his own family.

With trembling hands, Vaishnavi stepped away.

For the first time in her life—

She was afraid of Parth Virani.

The End of Love

Vaishnavi drove back to the Virani mansion in tears.

No.

This couldn't be true.

Not Parth.

Not her Parth.

Not the man who had loved her with every breath.

Not the man who had fought the world for her.

There had to be some explanation.

Some truth.

Some reason.

But first—

She needed to hear it from him.

Hours later, Parth entered their room.

He loosened his shirt and casually poured himself a drink.

And froze.

Vaishnavi was sitting on the bed.

Her eyes red.

Her hands trembling.

Her wedding photograph lying torn beside her.

Parth smirked.

"Still crying?"

Vaishnavi stood up.

"Where were you?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Missed me already?"

"Answer me!"

Parth laughed.

"I don't owe you answers."

She stepped closer.

"I followed you."

Parth's smile disappeared for a moment.

But only for a moment.

"And?"

"I saw you."

Silence.

"I saw you with Reyansh."

Parth calmly took a sip.

"So?"

Vaishnavi felt her world collapse.

"So?"

"That's all you have to say?"

He shrugged.

"What else?"

"You were laughing!"

"You called Tulsi Kaki a fool!"

"You mocked Maa!"

"You said I was disposable!"

Parth smirked.

"And?"

SLAP!

The sound echoed through the room.

Vaishnavi burst into tears.

"How could you?"

Parth slowly turned his face back.

"Done?"

"You lied to me!"

"Yes."

"You used me!"

"Yes."

"You never loved me?"

Parth smiled.

"No."

Vaishnavi staggered backwards.

"No…"

"No, Parth…"

"Look at me and say it."

Parth stepped closer.

"I never loved you."

Her tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Liar!"

"I saw love in your eyes!"

"I felt it!"

Parth laughed.

"Then you were stupid."

Vaishnavi's heart shattered.

"You promised to love me forever."

"And forever lasted until I got what I wanted."

She couldn't breathe.

Every memory.

Every smile.

Every touch.

Every promise.

Everything.

A lie.

"You married me for money?"

Parth smiled.

"You're catching on."

Vaishnavi looked at the man standing before her.

No.

Not her Parth.

Not the boy who had worshipped her.

This man—

This monster—

Was a stranger.

"I hate you," she whispered.

Parth chuckled.

"No, Vaishnavi."

"You hate yourself."

"For loving me."

Her knees gave way.

And she collapsed onto the floor.

Parth watched her without emotion.

"Pathetic."

And walked away.

Outside the room—

Unaware of the storm inside—

Tulsi smiled sadly at Karan.

"Everything will be alright."

"Maa and Baba never let love lose."

Karan nodded.

"Our Parth will come back."

Inside the room—

Vaishnavi clutched the broken pieces of their wedding photograph.

And for the first time since she had fallen in love with Parth Virani—

She wished she had never met him.

Meanwhile, standing before Ansh Virani's portrait, Reyansh smiled.

"Father."

"Everything is going according to plan."

"Our enemies are destroying themselves."

"And your beloved Viranis…"

"Will soon beg for death."

And somewhere in the city—

Destiny smiled.

Because the greatest lies…

Often hide the greatest truths.

The Monster's Demand

That night, Parth arrived at Reyansh's penthouse.

Reyansh was in a celebratory mood.

"Brother!" he laughed. "How did it go?"

Parth poured himself a drink.

"Vaishnavi knows."

Reyansh froze in disbelief as Parth told him that Vaishnavi had discovered the truth about their relationship.

"What?" Reyansh whispered, his face turning pale before anger slowly took over. "She knows?"

Parth nodded nervously. "She confronted me. She knows about us."

For a few moments, Reyansh remained silent. Then a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Then break her," he said quietly.

Parth frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Destroy her spirit," Reyansh replied bitterly. "Make sure she's too ashamed to face the world. Ruin her reputation, manipulate everyone against her—do whatever it takes."

Parth stared at him in confusion and horror.

"Huh?"

Reyansh's eyes burned with rage. "I'm saying she should regret ever finding out.” Then his face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with a hatred that shocked even Parth.

"Break her completely," he hissed. "Make sure she's too ashamed to face the world."

Parth stared at him, utterly confused. "What are you talking about, Reyansh? What do you mean?"

For a moment, Reyansh remained silent. Then, in a voice cold enough to send a chill down Parth's spine, he uttered words that made Parth recoil in horror.

"Rape her body and soul," he said bitterly, consumed by vengeance.

Parth stepped back, shocked by the darkness in his brother's words.

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To be continued.

OMG you are writing a scary story...

But enjoyed reading it.

So Parth will do MR because of motivation by Reyansh

Originally posted by: FlauntPessimism

OMG you are writing a scary story...

But enjoyed reading it.

So Parth will do MR because of motivation by Reyansh

Actually there is a twist

Even gold digger backstabber parth has a standard. He draws the line at rape.

This is so intense! I felt so bad for Vaishnavi and Nandini

Thanks so much for the update and reading. Felt so bad for Vaishnavi and Nandini!

Chapter 2 (The Devil's Game)

I Will Never Become Ansh Virani

Reyansh stood before Ansh Virani's portrait.

His eyes burned with hatred.

"Break her," he whispered.

"Break Vaishnavi completely."

Parth stared at him.

Reyansh's face twisted into something dark.

"I want her soul destroyed."

"I want her to regret the day she married you."

"I want her to beg for death."

Parth remained silent.

Then—

He smiled.

"Leave it to me."

Reyansh's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"That's my brother."

The two men shook hands.

And for the first time that night—

Parth's smile disappeared.

As Reyansh walked away, Parth stood alone before Ansh's portrait.

His eyes narrowed.

And in the silence of the room, his thoughts echoed.

I can destroy my family.

I can destroy myself.

I can let the whole world hate me.

But I will never become Ansh Virani.

Never.

Not in this life.

Not even in death.

A cold smile returned to his face.

Because if becoming a monster was the price of protecting the people he loved—

Then so be it.

Tomorrow—

The world would witness the cruelty of Parth Virani.

And everyone—

His Baa.

His father.

His Maa.

His wife.

Would hate him even more.

Good.

Hatred was easier.

Hatred kept them alive.

Hatred kept Reyansh blind.

And hatred would one day destroy Reyansh Virani.

Meanwhile...

In the Virani mansion...

Vaishnavi sat on the floor of their room.

Their wedding photograph lay torn beside her.

Tears flowed endlessly.

But her heart still refused to believe.

No.

The man she had loved couldn't be this evil.

Could he?

Little did she know...

That while she mourned the death of her husband—

Parth Virani was preparing to bury himself alive.

For her.

For his family.

And for the truth.

The Silent Rebellion

Parth returned to the Virani mansion long after midnight.

The house was silent.

But his mind wasn't.

Reyansh's words echoed in his ears.

"Break her."

"Rape her body and soul."

His fingers clenched.

He opened the door to his room.

Vaishnavi sat on the floor.

Her eyes were swollen.

The torn pieces of their wedding photograph lay beside her.

For a moment—

She looked up.

And their eyes met.

Reyansh's voice echoed again.

"Rape her body and soul."

Parth looked away.

Without uttering a word, he walked towards the bed.

He loosened his shirt and lay down.

Vaishnavi stared at him in disbelief.

"That's it?"

No answer.

"Say something!"

Silence.

She walked towards him.

"Look at me!"

Nothing.

Her tears began to flow.

"You lied to me."

No answer.

"You betrayed Tulsi Kaki."

Silence.

"You betrayed Dad."

Nothing.

"You mocked Maa."

Nothing.

"You used me."

Not a word.

Her anger exploded.

"WHY?"

Parth simply closed his eyes.

Vaishnavi laughed bitterly.

"No answer?"

"Have I become so worthless that I don't even deserve answers?"

Silence.

"LOOK AT ME!"

Parth remained motionless.

The silence hurt her more than his cruelty.

She grabbed his collar.

"Tell me you hate me!"

Nothing.

"TELL ME!"

Nothing.

Vaishnavi stepped back.

Tears streamed down her face.

"I hate you."

Silence.

"I wish I had never met you."

Silence.

"I wish I had died before becoming Mrs. Parth Virani."

Still—

Silence.

Her heart shattered.

"No."

She shook her head.

"I can't breathe in this room."

"I can't live with this monster."

She picked up her purse.

And walked towards the door.

Parth slowly opened his eyes.

"Where are you going?" he asked coldly.

Vaishnavi stopped.

For the first time that night—

He had spoken.

She laughed bitterly.

"Funny."

"You suddenly care?"

Parth got up.

"Answer me."

"Out."

"Move."

His eyes hardened.

"At this hour?"

Vaishnavi smiled through her tears.

"Why?"

"Afraid I'll expose you and your precious brother?"

Parth's face remained expressionless.

"Do whatever you want."

Vaishnavi nodded.

"I will."

"And one day, Parth Virani, you'll regret everything."

She opened the door.

And walked out.

Leaving behind—

Their room.

Their marriage.

And the man she once worshipped.

Parth stood alone in the darkness.

His face emotionless.

His eyes unreadable.

And somewhere inside him—

A war had begun.

Alone in the Darkness

Vaishnavi walked aimlessly through the deserted streets.

The night was cold.

But not as cold as her heart.

Her eyes were swollen from crying.

Her hands trembled.

She didn't know where she was going.

Or why.

She just wanted to escape the room, the memories, and Parth Virani—the man she had loved and the man who had destroyed her. Tears blurred her vision.

She remembered his words.

"You hate yourself for loving me."

A sob escaped her lips.

"No…"

"I hate you."

"I hate you, Parth."

Yet her heart still hurt.

Because hatred was easier.

But forgetting him—

Impossible.

Lost in her thoughts, Vaishnavi failed to notice a group of drunken men standing outside a bar.

One of them whistled.

"Well, well."

"Look who's out alone."

Another laughed.

"And she's crying too."

"Did your husband throw you out?"

The men burst into laughter.

Vaishnavi lowered her eyes and continued walking.

"Hey!"

"Why the hurry?"

She quickened her pace.

But so did they.

"Don't ignore us, sweetheart."

Fear gripped her.

She clutched her purse tightly.

And began walking faster.

The footsteps behind her grew louder.

"Stop!"

"Let's talk."

Vaishnavi's breathing became uneven.

She turned into another street.

But they followed.

Tears streamed down her face.

"No…"

"Please…"

Her voice trembled.

She started running.

The men laughed.

"Run!"

"Where will you go?"

Vaishnavi stumbled.

And nearly fell.

Her heart pounded.

Her vision blurred.

Before she could regain her balance, rough hands grabbed her arms.

Vaishnavi gasped in fear.

"Leave me!"

The drunken men surrounded her.

"Where will you run now?"

"Easy, sweetheart."

"Don't be afraid."

Vaishnavi struggled desperately.

"No!"

"Please leave me alone!"

Her voice broke.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Help!"

One of the men smirked and reached towards her saree pallu and nearly removed off her chest.

And then—

A hand caught his wrist.

Hard.

So hard that the man's smile disappeared instantly.

"What the—"

The man looked up.

Everyone froze.

Standing before them—

Tall.

Silent.

And terrifyingly calm—

Was a man dressed in a white denim t-shirt and brown jacket.

His eyes burned with a fury none of them had ever seen.

The men exchanged nervous glances.

"Who the hell are you?"

The stranger said nothing.

He simply tightened his grip.

The man screamed in pain.

And in that moment—

Vaishnavi looked up.

Her tear-filled eyes widened.

Because there was something hauntingly familiar about that figure.

The broad shoulders.

The cold eyes.

The unmistakable presence.

And before anyone could react—

The stranger spoke.

In a voice that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Touch her again."

"And I promise you..."

"You won't live to regret it."

The men froze.

And Vaishnavi—

Still trembling—

Stared at the mysterious figure in disbelief.

Because somewhere deep inside...

Her broken heart recognized that voice.

Even before her mind did.

The stranger's voice sent chills down everyone's spine.

Vaishnavi froze.

No.

It couldn't be.

One of the drunken men laughed nervously.

"And who are you?"

The tall figure slowly stepped forward.

The streetlight fell upon his face.

And Vaishnavi's eyes widened.

Parth.

Parth Virani.

The same man she hated.

The same man who had shattered her heart.

The same monster she had run away from.

"Parth…" she whispered.

But he didn't even look at her.

His eyes remained fixed on the men.

Cold.

Terrifying.

One of them smirked.

"So she's yours?"

Parth's voice was ice.

"No."

"But she's under my protection."

The men laughed.

"What if we don't care?"

Parth removed his watch.

"Then pray."

Before anyone realized what was happening—

A punch landed.

Another.

And another.

Chaos erupted.

Four against one.

Yet Parth fought like a man possessed.

One of the goons struck him with a rod.

Blood trickled down his forehead.

Vaishnavi screamed.

"Parth!"

But he got up.

Another blow.

Another punch.

Yet he refused to fall.

One man pulled out a knife.

Vaishnavi's eyes widened.

"NO!"

The blade slashed Parth's arm.

But before the man could react—

Parth knocked him unconscious.

Breathing heavily, covered in blood, he stood between Vaishnavi and the men.

His voice thundered.

"GET OUT!"

Terrified, the men ran.

Silence.

Only the sound of rain remained.

Parth staggered.

And nearly fell.

Vaishnavi rushed towards him.

"Parth!"

But he stopped her.

His eyes fell upon her dishevelled saree.

Immediately—

He turned away.

Removing his coat, he silently handed it to her without looking.

"Wear this."

His voice was cold.

Emotionless.

But his eyes remained averted.

Vaishnavi stood stunned.

Blood continued dripping from his forehead.

And yet—

He refused to look at her.

After a few moments, he spoke.

"Cover yourself."

Still facing away.

Still refusing to meet her eyes.

Vaishnavi slowly wrapped his coat around herself.

And for the first time that night—

She looked not at the monster she hated.

But at the wounded man who had almost died protecting her.

Parth slowly extended his hand.

"Can you walk?"

Vaishnavi looked at his trembling hand.

And then at the blood flowing down his arm.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

But before she could say anything—

Parth withdrew his hand.

And once again—

His face became unreadable.

"Forget this happened," he said coldly.

"I'm only protecting what's mine."

The words pierced her heart.

But somewhere deep inside—

For the first time since their marriage—

Vaishnavi's hatred wavered.

And somewhere far away—

Standing before Ansh Virani's portrait—

Reyansh smiled.

Completely unaware…

That the mask of Parth Virani had just developed its first crack.

Why Did You Save Me?

The rain poured mercilessly.

Blood dripped from Parth's forehead.

His arm was wounded.

His breathing was uneven.

And yet—

His face remained unreadable.

"Can you walk?" he asked coldly.

Vaishnavi stared at him.

Then at the hand he had extended towards her.

And suddenly—

She slapped it away.

Parth was taken aback.

"I don't need your help."

He frowned.

"Vaishnavi—"

"No!"

Her voice echoed through the deserted street.

"No, Parth Virani!"

Tears streamed down her face.

"What was the need?"

Parth froze.

"What?"

"What was the need to show all this heroism?"

His eyes narrowed.

"You could have left me."

She laughed bitterly.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"You told me you never loved me."

"You told me I was disposable."

"You told me I was just useful."

"Then why?"

Parth stood speechless.

"You never cared about me."

"So why did you come?"

"You never loved me."

"So why did you fight them?"

"You almost died!"

"WHY?"

Parth was thunderstruck.

For a moment—

He simply stared at her.

As though her question had pierced somewhere deep inside him.

Vaishnavi continued crying.

"You said I meant nothing."

"You said everything between us was a lie."

"Then why?"

"Why couldn't you just let them kill me?"

Parth's eyes widened.

"Shut up."

"No!"

She pushed him.

"ANSWER ME!"

"You should've let me die!"

"At least then this pain would've ended!"

"Shut up!" Parth thundered.

The sound of his voice echoed through the rain.

Vaishnavi fell silent.

Parth's chest rose and fell heavily.

For the first time—

His composure had broken.

"Don't ever say that again."

His voice trembled with anger.

"Don't ever talk about dying."

Vaishnavi stared at him.

Then laughed through her tears.

"Why?"

"Why does it matter to you?"

"You don't love me, remember?"

"You don't care if I live or die."

Parth closed his eyes.

For a moment—

Only for a moment—

He seemed lost.

Lost between the lie he had created…

And the truth he could never reveal.

Then his face hardened again.

"I'm your husband."

Vaishnavi looked at him in disbelief.

"Husband?"

She pointed towards his bleeding arm.

"Husbands don't destroy their wives, Parth!"

"Husbands don't shatter hearts!"

"Husbands don't make their wives hate themselves!"

"Husbands don't say they never loved them!"

Parth remained silent.

"Tell me one thing."

Her voice broke.

"When you saw me there…"

"When those men surrounded me…"

"Did you save me because you loved me?"

Silence.

Parth clenched his fists.

His entire body trembled.

But he said nothing.

Vaishnavi smiled sadly.

"I got my answer."

She stepped away.

"No, Mr. Parth Virani."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You made it clear that I mean nothing to you."

"So from today…"

"You mean nothing to me."

Those words hit Parth harder than the knife.

But his face betrayed nothing.

Vaishnavi turned around and began walking away.

And for the first time since he had started wearing the mask—

Parth Virani felt fear.

Not fear of Reyansh.

Not fear of losing himself.

But fear…

Of losing Vaishnavi forever.

And somewhere inside him—

A voice whispered—

"Run after her."

But another voice—

The voice of the mask—

Stopped him.

So he stood there.

Bleeding.

Broken.

And silent.

Where Was Your Humanity?

Vaishnavi turned and walked away.

The rain drenched her.

Her tears mixed with the drops falling from the sky.

Behind her, Parth stood motionless.

No.

He couldn't let her go.

Not alone.

Not tonight.

Ignoring the pain in his arm, he ran after her.

"Vaishnavi!"

She didn't stop.

"Vaishnavi!"

He grabbed her wrist.

"Are you out of your mind?" he shouted.

"What if those men return?"

"What if someone else tries to hurt you again?"

Vaishnavi stopped.

For a second, she simply stared at him.

Then—

She laughed.

Not a happy laugh.

A bitter one.

The kind that came from a broken soul.

Parth frowned.

"What's so funny?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You."

"What?"

"You."

She laughed again.

"Now you're concerned about me?"

"Now?"

Parth clenched his jaw.

"I'm just doing this out of humanity."

Vaishnavi froze.

Humanity.

And then she exploded.

"HUMANITY?"

Her voice echoed through the empty street.

Parth was stunned.

"HUMANITY?" she repeated.

"Where was your humanity all this while?"

"When you broke Baa's heart?"

"When you made Dad cry?"

"When you humiliated Maa?"

"When you sold the Virani house?"

"When you mocked their love?"

"When you destroyed your own family?"

Parth looked away.

Vaishnavi's tears wouldn't stop.

"And me?"

"Where was your humanity when I begged you for answers?"

"When I cried in front of you?"

"When I asked if you ever loved me?"

"When you called me disposable?"

"When you laughed at my pain?"

"When you made me hate myself?"

Parth remained silent.

"Where was your humanity when you destroyed me?"

"ANSWER ME!"

Her voice broke.

Parth closed his eyes.

But she wasn't done.

"No, Mr. Parth Virani."

"Don't talk to me about humanity."

"The man who saved me tonight…"

She pointed towards his bleeding arm.

"He had humanity."

"But my husband?"

"My husband died long ago."

Those words pierced him.

But Vaishnavi didn't notice.

"You know what hurts the most?"

Her voice trembled.

"I would've forgiven everything."

"Everything."

"If only you'd told me the truth."

"But no."

"You chose Reyansh."

"You chose money."

"You chose hatred."

"You chose to become a monster."

Parth slowly looked at her.

For the first time—

There was no arrogance.

No smirk.

No mockery.

Only silence.

And somehow—

That silence angered Vaishnavi even more.

"Say something!"

"Fight with me!"

"Insult me!"

"Tell me I'm stupid again!"

"Tell me you never loved me!"

"But don't stand there like this!"

Parth lowered his eyes.

"Get in the car."

Vaishnavi stared at him in disbelief.

"No."

Parth sighed.

"Fine. If you're determined to walk, then I'm walking with you."

She frowned.

"What?"

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm doing this out of humanity."

His voice was as cold as ever.

But somehow, the words didn't hurt this time.

Standing before her was a wounded man whose shirt was stained with blood, whose arm trembled with pain, and yet he seemed more concerned about her safety than his own injuries.

Nothing about Parth Virani made sense anymore.

And that frightened her.

Because despite everything—

A small part of her heart still loved him.

And that was the most painful truth of all.

Stubborn Hearts

Vaishnavi turned away.

"I'm not getting into your car."

Parth merely shrugged.

"Fine. Walk."

She glared at him and limped forward.

But barely had she taken a few steps when a sharp pain shot through her foot.

She stumbled.

And almost fell again.

Parth immediately held her shoulders.

"Careful!"

Vaishnavi pushed him away.

"Don't touch me!"

Parth frowned.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

She tried to take another step.

And winced in pain.

Parth's eyes fell on her swollen ankle.

He stared at it for a moment.

Then at her.

And for the first time that night, irritation replaced his coldness.

"You are not even in the condition of walking, yet you're being so stubborn?"

Vaishnavi laughed bitterly.

"Not everyone can throw away people they love and move on so easily."

Parth clenched his jaw.

"Enough."

"No!"

She tried to walk again.

But her injured foot gave way.

She cried out in pain.

Before she could hit the ground—

Strong arms caught her.

Vaishnavi gasped.

Parth.

Despite his injured arm.

Despite the blood still trickling from his wound.

He had caught her.

And before she could react—

He lifted her into his arms.

"Parth!"

"Put me down!"

He ignored her.

"PARTH!"

"Put me down!"

His voice thundered.

"SHUT UP!"

Vaishnavi fell silent.

The rain continued pouring.

His shirt was stained with blood.

His arm trembled from the pain.

Yet he held her tightly.

As though afraid she would disappear again.

"Are you out of your mind?" he muttered angrily.

"You can barely stand."

"And you're acting as though you can conquer the world."

Vaishnavi looked away.

"I'd rather crawl than take your help."

Parth smirked.

"Good."

"Then crawl tomorrow."

"Tonight, you're coming with me."

"Against my will?"

Parth looked straight ahead.

"When did I ask for your permission?"

Vaishnavi stared at him.

Even now—

Even injured—

Even bleeding—

He was carrying her.

His breathing was uneven.

But he refused to let her go.

And somehow…

That angered her more.

"Why?" she whispered.

Parth frowned.

"What?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You said you never loved me."

"You said I meant nothing."

"So why?"

Parth remained silent.

"Answer me."

Nothing.

"Parth."

Still nothing.

Vaishnavi laughed sadly.

"Right."

"Mr. Humanity."

Parth's lips twitched.

But he said nothing.

Instead—

He tightened his hold around her.

And continued walking through the rain.

Neither of them noticed the black car parked across the road.

Inside it—

Reyansh Virani watched everything.

His smile slowly disappeared.

His eyes narrowed.

And for the first time—

Suspicion entered his mind.

Because the Parth Virani he knew…

Would never carry a woman in his arms while bleeding himself.

And certainly not with such desperation.

"What's happening, brother?" Reyansh whispered.

"Are you wearing a mask…"

"Or am I?"

The Suffocating Truth

Ignoring Vaishnavi’s protests, Parth carried her back to their room.

The room she hated.

The room where her dreams had died.

Parth gently placed her on the bed.

"I'm leaving."

"No."

He sat beside her and took hold of her injured foot.

Vaishnavi jerked away.

"Don't touch me!"

Parth ignored her. Opening the first-aid box, he carefully applied ice to her swollen ankle.

"Parth!"

"Stop it!"

Nothing.

No answer.

Only silence.

Vaishnavi stared at him.

He had insulted her.

Destroyed her.

Made her hate herself.

And yet—

He had nearly died for her.

He had carried her all the way home.

And now—

He was tending to her ankle.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

Parth looked up briefly.

"Go to sleep."

Those words broke something inside her.

"No."

She got up.

"I'm leaving."

Parth frowned.

"Sit down."

"No!"

"I can't breathe in this room!"

"I can't stay here!"

"I can't stay as Mrs. Parth Virani!"

She limped towards the door.

Before she could reach it, Parth caught her wrist.

"Leave me!"

She struggled.

"LET ME GO!"

Parth tightened his grip.

"You're injured."

"I don't care!"

She beat his chest.

"Let me go!"

"Let me hate you!"

"Let me forget you!"

Her fists struck his wounded arm.

Parth winced.

Blood seeped through the bandage, but he refused to let go.

"Parth!"

"Please!"

"Let me go!"

"No."

His voice was barely a whisper.

Fear, hurt, and betrayal had drowned out everything else. Vaishnavi tried to push past him, but Parth held her wrists gently, desperate to stop her from worsening her injury.

"Vaishnavi, please… listen to me," he begged, his voice breaking.

But she was beyond listening.

In a moment of panic, terrified that she would collapse or disappear before he could explain himself, Parth impulsively pulled her close and kissed her lips.

Vaishnavi froze.

Her struggles ceased instantly.

She looked into his eyes.

For the first time in weeks—

There was no arrogance.

No cruelty.

No mockery.

Only desperation.

And somehow—

That frightened her more.

"Why?" she whispered.

Parth looked away.

"Because you're not leaving tonight."

"Not like this."

Vaishnavi's tears flowed freely.

"I hate you."

Parth closed his eyes.

"I know."

"I wish I never loved you."

"I know."

"And I wish I could stop loving you."

Those words pierced him.

And for the first time—

Parth Virani looked shattered.

Vaishnavi saw it.

Not arrogance.

Not cruelty.

Not mockery.

Just pain.

Just a man who looked as broken as she felt.

His fingers trembled as he wiped away her tears.

"Vaishnavi…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She should have pushed him away.

She should have hated him.

She should have remembered every wound he had inflicted upon her.

But in that moment—

She saw not the man who had hurt her.

She saw the man she had once loved with all her heart.

Parth slowly drew her closer and kissed her once again.

This time, there was no desperation.

No anger.

No fear.

Only love.

Only grief.

Only two hearts exhausted from fighting each other.

And perhaps—

From fighting themselves.

Vaishnavi closed her eyes.

And for one fragile moment, they forgot the betrayals.

The masks.

The lies.

The hatred.

They forgot everything that had come between them.

They surrendered themselves, ignoring every wall, every wound, every reason that had kept them apart and they made love.

Not out of desire.

Not out of passion.

But out of a love that neither pain nor pride had been able to destroy.

For that one night, they stopped being enemies.

They stopped being strangers trapped in a marriage of heartbreak.

They were simply Parth and Vaishnavi—

Two souls who had lost their way, yet still found solace in each other.

And as he held her close and she rested against him, neither of them knew whether they were healing their broken hearts—

Or breaking them beyond repair.

The Morning After

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold.

Silence.

Peaceful.

For the first time in weeks, there were no tears.

No screams.

No hatred.

Parth and Vaishnavi lay asleep beside each other, both facing the window.

Vaishnavi's head rested softly on his uninjured arm, her breathing slow and peaceful. A faint smile lingered on her lips, as though sleep had finally granted her a few moments of freedom from the pain that had haunted her.

Their discarded clothes lay scattered across the floor.

The evidence of a night neither of them had planned.

A night born not of anger—

But of love.

Parth slowly opened his eyes.

For a moment, he simply stared at her.

At the woman sleeping peacefully against him.

His wife.

His Vaishnavi.

A smile touched his lips.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face.

She looked so calm.

So beautiful.

So trusting.

And suddenly—

His smile vanished.

A voice echoed inside his head.

Cold.

Cruel.

Poisonous.

"Break her completely."

"Rape her body and soul."

Rio's words.

Parth froze.

Rio's voice echoed in his head like a curse.

"Rape her body and soul."

His eyes fell upon Vaishnavi sleeping peacefully beside him.

And then—

Last night flashed before his eyes.

Her tears.

Her trembling voice.

Her saying she hated him.

Her trying to leave.

His desperation.

Their kiss.

And everything that followed.

Parth's breathing became uneven.

"No…"

He shut his eyes tightly.

"No…"

His hand instinctively moved away from her hair.

His smile disappeared.

What had he done?

Had he truly listened to her?

Or had he simply listened to his own fear of losing her?

He remembered her tears.

But he also remembered something else.

Her arms around him.

Her fingers clutching his shirt.

Her tears mingling with his.

The way she had kissed him back.

The way she had rested against him.

Not once.

Not out of fear.

But with the same helpless love that had destroyed them both.

Yet Rio's words refused to leave him.

"Break her completely."

"Rape her body and soul."

"No!"

Parth whispered, horrified by the very thought.

Tears filled his eyes.

"I love her…"

His voice broke.

"I could never…"

His gaze slowly shifted to Vaishnavi.

She had moved closer to him in her sleep.

Her head still rested on his arm.

Her hand was wrapped around his waist possessively, as though even in sleep she refused to let him go.

And suddenly—

Parth began crying.

Silent tears.

Because for the first time in weeks—

Vaishnavi looked peaceful.

Not angry.

Not afraid.

Not broken.

Peaceful.

And he was terrified.

Terrified that somewhere, somehow, he had stolen that peace instead of giving it to her.

Terrified that love and desperation had blurred into something he would never forgive himself for.

He looked at the rising sun beyond the window.

And for the first time in his life—

Parth Virani prayed.

Not for Vaishnavi to love him.

Not for her to forgive him.

But for one answer.

"Please, God… tell me I didn't become the monster Reyansh wanted me to be."

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To be continued.

Lol parth's fear of not being ansh is so funny. He probably overheard legend of ansh and now he's like nope I don't want to be rapist

He's already a rapist of his entire family. Left them on streets. Sold the heritage house to some stranger. Hurt his entire family and the girl he claims to love

Too bad parth you are already worse

And it's so funny cause I just remembered that Aditya gujral, ansh's father also took over virani house. And tanya had wanted to sell this house as well. Tanya ansh used to be besties and rio parth are now brothers + partners in crime. So parth is basically 99% ansh. No difference in black and pitch black. But he want to draw the line at sexual assault

Hay re hypocrisy lol

And nandini should have seen example of Gautam and karan. Unless virani kids are in their 20s and hating their parents they can't be good person. There is nothing else she could do to prevent this. Parth was always going to be rotten

And parth is so dumb i can't. He already had the property. Why would he even take rio with him . He has to share the money now. Previously he could have 100% money from selling virani house. So stupid. Kya ansh banega re tu

Also back in gen 3 karan had wanted to buy a neighbour property near to virani house and nandini gave the money. They can do the same and shift all viranis and daily taunt parth lmao

Rio wants to be shown as good guy who would turn on kamina brother parth .