Chapter 3 (The Weight of the Mask)
A Smile He Didn't Deserve
Parth stood motionless beside the bed.
The morning sun continued pouring into the room.
But the warmth never reached him.
Vaishnavi stirred slightly in her sleep.
Instinctively, she moved closer.
Her fingers tightened around his waist.
As though somewhere in her dreams...
She still trusted him.
Parth's heart sank.
"I don't deserve this..."
he whispered.
His eyes filled again.
How could she still hold on to him?
After everything he had made her believe...
After every cruel word...
After every humiliation...
She had fallen asleep in his arms.
And that frightened him more than anything.
He looked at her sleeping face.
Peaceful.
Innocent.
Unaware of the storm raging inside him.
His gaze drifted to his own bloodstained bandage.
Then back to Vaishnavi.
Slowly...
Very carefully...
He loosened her hand from around his waist.
She frowned in her sleep.
Almost immediately, she searched for him again.
Her hand found his arm.
Parth closed his eyes.
A broken smile appeared on his lips.
"You still look for me..."
he murmured.
"But one day..."
"You'll hate me for what I'm about to do."
He gently placed a pillow beneath her head before slipping out of the bed.
Picking up the blanket lying on the floor, he quietly covered her.
Then he bent down and collected his scattered shirt.
His movements were slow.
Almost hesitant.
Every object in the room reminded him of the previous night.
Not because he regretted loving her.
But because he feared that his desperation had overshadowed her pain.
He looked at Vaishnavi one last time.
"I don't know whether you'll ever forgive me..."
His voice cracked.
"I don't even know if I deserve your forgiveness."
"But I swear..."
"I will never let Reyansh win."
"I will never let him turn me into another Ansh Virani."
He wiped the tears from his face.
No more weakness.
No more hesitation.
The mask had to return.
He buttoned his shirt.
Straightened his collar.
His expression hardened.
The gentle husband disappeared.
In his place stood the ruthless Parth Virani the world had come to fear.
Just then...
Vaishnavi shifted in her sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open for a brief second.
Through her hazy vision, she saw Parth standing near the window.
For the smallest moment...
She thought she saw tears in his eyes.
But before she could focus...
His face had become cold once again.
The same distant man.
The same emotionless stranger.
Vaishnavi slowly closed her eyes.
"It must have been my imagination..."
she whispered to herself.
And Parth...
Without turning back...
Walked out of the room.
Leaving behind the woman he loved.
And carrying with him...
A guilt that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
A few minutes later...
Vaishnavi slowly opened her eyes.
Her head felt heavy.
She looked around.
The room.
Their room.
Fragments of the previous night returned one after another.
The argument.
The rain.
The attack.
Parth's injuries.
The overwhelming emotions that neither of them had been able to put into words.
She closed her eyes.
"No..."
She couldn't think about it.
Not now.
She noticed Parth's jacket folded neatly on the chair beside her.
For several seconds, she simply stared at it.
Then she stood up.
The moment she put weight on her injured foot, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.
She lost her balance.
Before she could fall—
A hand caught her elbow.
"Careful."
Parth.
He had stepped out of the washroom, his forehead stitched, his arm freshly bandaged.
Vaishnavi immediately pulled herself away.
"I don't need your help."
Parth released her without a word.
"Fine."
He walked to the table and picked up a file.
His face became cold again.
As though the vulnerable man from a few minutes ago had never existed.
"Dr. Mehra will be here in ten minutes."
Vaishnavi looked at him.
"I don't want a doctor."
"I wasn't asking."
Her temper flared.
"There you are."
"The real Parth Virani."
He buttoned his cuff slowly.
"The one who orders everyone around."
He didn't respond.
She watched him in disbelief.
"Last night..."
He paused for the briefest instant.
Then continued fastening his watch.
"What about it?"
She searched his face for answers.
For regret.
For warmth.
For anything.
She found nothing.
Her voice trembled.
"Did any of it matter to you?"
Parth looked at her.
His expression unreadable.
"What happened last night changes nothing."
The words struck like ice.
Vaishnavi lowered her eyes.
"So..."
"I was right."
Parth said nothing.
She gave a faint, broken smile.
"I don't know why I expected anything different."
She turned away before he could see the tears gathering in her eyes.
Outside the room...
Karan noticed the fresh bandage around Parth's arm.
His expression changed immediately.
"What happened?"
Parth answered without hesitation.
"Nothing important."
Nandini stepped forward.
"You're injured."
"I'll manage."
Tulsi watched him silently.
For the briefest moment...
She saw exhaustion in his eyes.
Then, just as quickly—
The familiar coldness returned.
The mask was back.
Parth picked up his car keys.
"I have an important meeting."
Karan nodded.
"With Reyansh?"
"Yes."
A warm smile crossed Karan's face.
"Good."
"Reyansh has been handling so much lately. It's nice to see you both working together."
Parth's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
"He's waiting."
Karan walked closer.
"I know you've changed, Parth."
"But Reyansh still believes in you."
"Don't let him down."
For a fraction of a second...
Parth looked at his father.
The irony almost made him laugh.
The man standing before him had no idea.
No idea that the foster son he trusted blindly...
Was the very man trying to destroy the Viranis.
Parth lowered his gaze.
"I won't."
Karan placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Come back early."
"We'll all have dinner together."
Parth merely nodded.
Just then...
Vaishnavi slowly stepped out of the room.
Her injured ankle forced her to limp.
Nandini immediately rushed towards her.
"Vaishu! What happened to your foot?"
"I'm fine, Maa."
"You don't look fine."
Before Vaishnavi could answer, Parth spoke without looking at her.
"She sprained it."
Karan turned towards him.
"Take her to the hospital before your meeting."
Parth remained expressionless.
"Dr. Mehra is coming home."
Nandini looked relieved.
"That's good."
Vaishnavi stared at Parth.
He answered every question.
Made every arrangement.
Yet he never once looked at her.
As though she wasn't even standing there.
The indifference hurt more than cruelty ever had.
Tulsi slowly walked towards Parth.
She placed her wrinkled hand on his cheek.
"My child..."
Parth stiffened.
For one fleeting second...
He almost leaned into her touch.
Almost.
Then he stepped back.
"I'll be late."
Tulsi's hand fell to her side.
A shadow crossed her face.
"Hey Thakur ji..."
she whispered after him.
"Bring my grandson back."
Parth heard every word.
But he didn't stop.
Without another glance at anyone—
He walked out of the Virani mansion.
As the front door closed behind him...
He let out a slow breath.
The mask had survived another morning.
But inside...
The man wearing it was beginning to break.
Chapter 3
The Weight of the Mask
A Smile He Didn't Deserve
Parth stood motionless beside the bed.
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, but its warmth never reached him.
Vaishnavi stirred in her sleep and instinctively moved closer, her fingers curling gently around his waist.
Even in sleep...
She trusted him.
Parth's heart clenched.
"I don't deserve this..."
he whispered.
After everything he had done to make her hate him...
She had still fallen asleep in his arms.
That frightened him more than anything.
She looked peaceful, unaware of the storm raging inside him.
His eyes drifted to the bloodstained bandage wrapped around his arm.
Slowly, he loosened her hand from around his waist.
She frowned softly in her sleep before her hand instinctively searched for him again, resting lightly on his arm.
A sad smile crossed his lips.
"You still look for me..."
he murmured.
"But one day..."
"You'll hate me for everything I'm about to do."
He gently adjusted the pillow beneath her head and pulled the blanket over her.
As he picked up his shirt from the floor, memories of the previous night flooded back.
Not because he regretted loving her...
But because he feared his desperation had overshadowed her pain.
He looked at Vaishnavi one last time.
"I don't know if I'll ever deserve your forgiveness."
His voice faltered.
"But I swear..."
"I'll never let Reyansh win."
"I'll never let him turn me into another Ansh Virani."
Quietly, he entered the washroom.
He washed the dried blood from his face.
Cleaned the wound on his forehead.
Changed the bandage around his injured arm.
When he stepped out a few minutes later...
The tears were gone.
His shirt was buttoned.
His collar perfectly straight.
The gentle husband had disappeared.
Once again, the ruthless Parth Virani stood in his place.
He picked up a file from the table and walked towards the door.
Just before leaving, he paused.
One final glance.
Vaishnavi was still asleep.
Peaceful.
Unaware that the man walking away from her carried a burden heavier than any wound.
Without another word...
Parth quietly closed the door behind him.
A few minutes later...
Vaishnavi slowly opened her eyes.
Her head felt heavy.
Fragments of the previous night flooded back—the argument, the rain, the attack, Parth's injuries, and everything that followed.
She immediately shut her eyes.
"No..."
Not now.
She couldn't think about it.
Her gaze fell on Parth's jacket, neatly folded over the chair.
She stared at it for several moments before trying to get out of bed.
The instant she put weight on her injured foot, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.
She lost her balance.
Before she could fall—
A firm hand caught her elbow.
"Careful."
She looked up.
Parth.
He had just stepped out of the adjoining washroom, his forehead stitched and his arm freshly bandaged.
Vaishnavi immediately pulled herself away.
"I don't need your help."
Parth released her without a word.
"Fine."
He picked up a file from the table.
His expression was unreadable, as though the vulnerable man from a few minutes earlier had never existed.
"Dr. Mehra will be here in ten minutes."
Vaishnavi looked at him.
"I don't need a doctor."
"That wasn't a request."
Her temper flared.
"There you are..."
"The real Parth Virani."
"The man who only knows how to give orders."
He silently fastened his watch.
"Last night..."
For the briefest instant, his hands stopped.
Then he continued.
"What about it?"
Vaishnavi searched his face.
For regret.
For warmth.
For anything.
She found nothing.
"Did any of it matter to you?"
Parth finally looked at her.
His voice remained calm.
"What happened last night changes nothing."
The words landed like ice.
Vaishnavi lowered her gaze.
"So..."
"I was right."
She gave a faint, broken smile.
"I don't know why I expected anything different."
Before he could see the tears gathering in her eyes, she turned away.
Outside the room...
Karan noticed the fresh bandage around Parth's arm.
"What happened?"
"Nothing important."
Nandini stepped forward.
"You're injured."
"I'll manage."
Tulsi quietly observed him.
For the briefest moment, she caught the exhaustion in his eyes.
Then it vanished behind the familiar mask.
Parth picked up his car keys.
"I have an important meeting."
"With Reyansh?" Karan asked.
"Yes."
A warm smile spread across Karan's face.
"Good."
"Reyansh has been handling so much lately. It's nice to see both of you working together."
Parth's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
"He's waiting."
Karan rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"I know you've changed, Parth."
"But Reyansh still believes in you."
"Don't let him down."
Parth met his father's eyes.
The irony was almost unbearable.
Karan had no idea that the foster son he trusted most was secretly plotting the destruction of the Virani family.
"I won't," Parth replied quietly.
"Come back early."
"We'll all have dinner together."
Parth simply nodded.
Just then, Vaishnavi stepped out of the room, limping.
Nandini immediately hurried towards her.
"Vaishu! What happened to your foot?"
"I'm fine, Maa."
"You don't look fine."
Before Vaishnavi could answer, Parth spoke without looking at her.
"She sprained her ankle."
Karan frowned.
"Take her to the hospital before your meeting."
"Dr. Mehra is coming here."
Nandini sighed with relief.
"That's good."
Vaishnavi looked at Parth.
He answered every question.
He made every arrangement.
Yet he never once looked in her direction.
That indifference hurt far more than his anger.
Tulsi slowly walked up to him and cupped his cheek.
"My child..."
Parth stiffened.
For the briefest moment, he almost leaned into her touch.
Then he stepped back.
"I'll be late."
Tulsi's hand slowly fell.
"Hey Thakur ji..."
she whispered.
"Bring my grandson back."
Parth heard every word.
But he didn't turn around.
Another morning.
Another lie.
Another day behind the mask.
As he walked out of the Virani mansion, he took a slow breath.
With every passing hour...
Parth Virani found it harder to remember where the mask ended...
And where he began.
A Dangerous Revelation
Parth arrived at Reyansh's penthouse an hour later.
The luxurious apartment was silent.
Only Ansh Virani's portrait watched from the wall.
Reyansh stood before it with his hands clasped behind his back.
He didn't turn around.
"You were late."
Parth remained calm.
"There was work at home."
A bitter laugh escaped Reyansh.
"Home?"
He slowly turned.
"You still call that place home?"
Parth didn't answer.
Reyansh walked towards him.
"You know..."
"I've been thinking."
Parth met his gaze.
"About what?"
"About whether you're playing me."
Silence.
Reyansh's expression darkened.
"I saw you last night."
Parth's heart skipped a beat.
"You saw me with Vaishnavi."
Parth remained expressionless.
"So?"
"So?" Reyansh exploded.
"You carried her in your arms even when you were injured!"
"You brought her back!"
"You stood between her and those men!"
His voice echoed through the penthouse.
"Don't tell me that was part of our plan."
Parth knew there was no point denying it.
"No."
Reyansh stared at him.
"So it's true."
Parth nodded once.
"I brought her home."
Reyansh's jaw tightened.
"Why?"
"She was injured."
"And since when do you care?"
Parth looked straight at him.
"I don't."
Reyansh narrowed his eyes.
"Then explain yourself."
For several seconds, neither man spoke.
Finally, Parth broke the silence.
"I spent the night with Vaishnavi."
The words hung in the air.
Reyansh's face hardened.
"What?"
Parth didn't look away.
"I slept with my wife."
For an instant, anger flashed across Reyansh's face.
His fists clenched.
Then...
Something changed.
A slow smile spread across his lips.
He began to laugh.
"Lucky you."
Parth frowned.
Reyansh poured himself a drink.
For a long moment, he simply stared at Parth.
Then a slow smile spread across his face.
"So..."
"It happened. You did what I had asked you to do?"
Parth remained silent.
Reyansh took his silence as confirmation.
"I knew you'd do whatever it takes."
He raised his glass.
"You've finally stopped letting emotions get in the way."
Parth's expression didn't change.
Reyansh chuckled.
"Good."
"Very good."
"She'll never be the same after last night."
"And that's exactly what I wanted."
Parth's jaw tightened.
He forced himself not to react.
Reyansh continued, completely convinced.
"The stronger she was..."
"The harder she'll fall."
He stepped closer and placed a hand on Parth's shoulder.
"I misjudged you."
"For a moment, I thought your feelings for Vaishnavi would ruin everything."
"But you've proved me wrong."
"You've shown me that our mission comes first."
Parth forced the faintest smile.
"I told you..."
"I'm not the one who's going to betray you."
Reyansh laughed.
"I knew I chose the right brother."
He lifted his glass toward Ansh's portrait.
"Now the Viranis will begin to crumble."
Parth held his gaze.
Every word felt like a blade.
Reyansh believed he had won.
He believed Parth had crossed the same line of cruelty that had once defined Ansh.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Outside, Parth's face remained unreadable.
Inside...
The guilt of what Reyansh believed—and the lie Parth had chosen not to correct—weighed heavier than any wound.
The mask had fooled Reyansh once again.
But with every lie...
It became harder to remember where the mask ended...
And where Parth Virani began.
The Cruelest Order
Reyansh walked towards the window, a satisfied smile on his face.
"The first step is complete."
Parth remained silent.
Reyansh turned around.
"Now it's time for the second."
He slid a file across the table.
Parth opened it.
Property transfer papers.
His eyes narrowed.
"What is this?"
Reyansh smiled.
"Shanti Niketan."
Parth looked up.
"I want every Virani thrown out."
Silence.
Reyansh continued calmly.
"Every one of them."
"Your dad."
"Mom."
"Baa."
"Everyone."
Parth's fingers tightened around the file.
"And Vaishnavi?" he asked evenly.
Reyansh laughed.
"No."
"She stays."
Parth frowned.
"Why?"
Reyansh's smile darkened.
"Because she's useful."
"As long as she remains inside that house, she'll become a weapon against the others."
"The family will watch their own daughter-in-law standing beside the man who destroyed them."
"What could be more humiliating than that?"
For a brief second...
Parth's eyes glistened.
He quickly looked away before Reyansh noticed.
His throat tightened.
Throw his own family...
Out of Shanti Niketan?
The home that had witnessed generations of love...
The home where he had grown up...
He closed the file.
"When?"
"Today."
Reyansh smiled.
"I want them out before sunset."
Parth stood motionless.
Every instinct screamed at him to refuse.
But refusal meant suspicion.
Suspicion meant failure.
Failure meant Reyansh would destroy everything.
Slowly...
He nodded.
"It'll be done."
Reyansh's smile widened.
"I never doubted you."
A few hours later...
Shanti Niketan.
The entire Virani family gathered in the living room.
No one expected what was about to happen.
Parth walked in carrying the same file.
His face was cold.
Emotionless.
"Mr. Karan Virani."
Everyone looked at him.
"You all have one hour."
Silence.
"To do what?" Karan asked.
Parth looked around the room.
"To leave Shanti Niketan."
The words struck like thunder.
Tulsi stared at him.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me."
Nandini's voice trembled.
"Parth..."
"This house no longer belongs to you."
Karan laughed in disbelief.
"This isn't funny."
"I'm not joking."
He placed the file on the table.
"The ownership has changed."
"You no longer have any right to stay here."
Tulsi pressed a trembling hand against her chest.
"Parth..."
"Tell me this isn't true."
"This is your home."
"No."
Parth replied coldly.
"It's my property."
Vaishnavi stood frozen.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Karan stepped forward.
"You would throw your own family onto the streets?"
Parth didn't answer.
"I asked you something!"
Still...
Silence.
At that very moment—
The front door opened.
"Mihir!"
Vaishnavi whispered.
Mihir entered hurriedly.
He looked around at everyone's tear-filled faces.
Then at Parth.
"What happened?"
Nobody answered.
Karan silently pointed towards the file.
Mihir read the papers.
His expression hardened.
He walked straight to Parth.
"No."
"I don't believe this."
Parth remained still.
Mihir searched his face.
"I've known you for years."
"This isn't you."
Silence.
"Tell me the truth."
Parth looked away.
Mihir stepped even closer.
"Someone is making you do this, isn't it?"
No reply.
"Parth!"
"I know you."
"You can fool the whole world..."
"But you can't fool me."
For the briefest moment...
Parth's resolve almost broke.
His eyes flickered toward Mihir.
Then...
The mask returned.
"Take everyone and leave."
Mihir stood frozen.
His voice broke.
"So..."
"It wasn't an act."
"You've really changed."
Parth said nothing.
That silence answered every question.
Mihir slowly nodded.
"I was wrong about you."
The disappointment in his eyes cut deeper than any wound.
He turned towards the family.
"Come."
"We're leaving."
Nandini broke down.
Tulsi looked at Parth one last time.
"My grandson died the day he stopped recognising his family."
Without another word...
She walked towards the door.
Karan followed, supporting her.
One by one...
The Viranis left Shanti Niketan.
Only Vaishnavi remained.
She looked from the departing family...
To Parth.
Tears streamed down her face.
"I defended you."
"I believed there was still something human left in you."
Her voice trembled.
"I was wrong."
Parth stood like a statue.
Unable to speak.
Unable to stop them.
Unable to tell them the truth.
The front door slowly closed.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Shanti Niketan had never felt so empty.
And neither had Parth Virani.
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To be continued.
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