RIVAN POV
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Inside the hospital room, the silence had become fragile.
Devyani's strength from a few minutes ago was slowly fading.
The questions were still there...
But now the innocence behind them was clearer.
Her eyes filled again, and this time she didn't stop the tears.
They rolled freely down her cheeks.
"Tell me na... papa..."
Her voice trembled like a lost child.
"Tell me?"
Virendra felt his chest tighten seeing her like this.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Her fingers clutched the bedsheet.
"A... am I that bad of a girl..."
Her voice cracked.
"...that you didn't even tell me?"
Virendra immediately shook his head.
"Who told you this?"
His voice had become sharper now.
Devyani sniffed, wiping her face weakly.
"Th... that uncle..."
She struggled to speak through the tears.
"He said... you never do anything without a reason..."
Her breathing became uneven.
"Then marrying me to pati ji..."
Her voice broke again.
"...also something you... are hiding."
Virendra's expression changed.
For a moment tension ran through him
But then he slowly relaxed.
At least she didn't know the full truth.
And telling her everything right now...
In this condition...
Would only break her further.
So he softened his voice.
"Devyani..."
He gently placed his hand on her head.
"You trust your papa, right?"
But Devyani slowly shook her head.
"No..."
Her whisper was painfully honest.
"Now I don't trust anyone."
Virendra froze slightly.
Her next words came slowly.
"Do... you know..."
She wiped her tears again.
"That uncle also said..."
Her lips trembled.
"...pati ji killed... killed his daughter."
The room fell into a deep silence.
The weight of those words hung heavily in the air.
And outside the door
Rivan stood there.
Hearing everything.
Inside the room, Devyani's voice had become fragile again.
The questions were no longer sharp.
They were confused.
Lost.
She looked at Virendra with tear-filled eyes.
"...Did he really kill her?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Virendra's breath caught.
Devyani swallowed slowly, her fingers trembling over the bedsheet.
"Is... pati ji... that cruel?"
Another tear slipped down her cheek.
"Is he... a real monster?"
The innocence in her voice made the question even more painful.
She looked down at her hands.
"I thought..."
Her voice broke softly.
"...he is a very good man."
Silence filled the room.
Then her next words came out slowly.
Painfully.
"...but..."
Her lips trembled.
Outside the door
Rivan heard it.
Every word.
And it felt like something had ripped straight through his chest.
His body went completely still.
For months there had been only one fear inside him.
Not death.
Not enemies.
Not losing power.
Just one thing.
Becoming like her father.
The man who had broken her childhood.
The man she still feared in her nightmares.
Rivan had built walls around his anger...
Controlled his darkness...
All for one reason
So Devyani would never see him as that kind of man.
But now...
She had compared him to him.
Worse.
Her Bapu.
His jaw tightened painfully.
His eyes darkened, but this time not with rage.
With something deeper.
Something that hurt far more.
Because for the first time
The man who could face the entire world without fear...
Didn't know how to face the woman he loved.
Inside the room, Devyani's breathing had grown uneven.
The emotional storm had drained whatever little strength she had.
But her mind still wasn't ready to stop.
Her eyes lifted again toward Virendra.
There was a strange urgency in them.
Like a child afraid that answers might disappear if she didn't ask now.
"Papa..."
Her voice was softer now.
Fragile.
"And... how did you know my mother?"
Virendra stayed silent.
But Devyani continued, curiosity mixed with longing in her tired voice.
"How did she look?"
Her eyes shimmered again.
"Was she... beautiful?"
A faint, sad smile appeared on her lips.
"How did she talk?"
"Did she talk like me?"
The questions kept coming.
Small.
Innocent.
Full of a daughter's longing for a mother she barely remembered.
Devyani had so many questions.
Years of them.
Virendra's chest felt heavy listening to her.
But before he could answer
Her eyelids slowly started dropping.
The medicines were pulling her back into sleep.
Her head shifted slightly on the pillow.
But she fought it.
"Answer me... papa..."
Her words came out slowly now.
"Ho... how...?"
Her voice faded mid-sentence.
And within seconds
She drifted back into sleep.
The room fell silent again.
Virendra sat there quietly for a long moment, looking at her sleeping face.
Outside the door
Rivan still stood there.
Unmoving.
Carrying the weight of every word she had spoken.
Inside the room, Devyani had fallen asleep again.
Her breathing was calm now, the storm of questions finally quieted by exhaustion and medicine.
Virendra remained standing beside the bed for a long moment.
He simply looked at her.
The same girl who once smiled so easily...
Now drowning in questions she was never meant to carry.
He slowly exhaled, the weight of the conversation settling on his shoulders.
Then he turned toward the door.
And froze.
Rivan was standing there.
Right outside.
Silent.
Still.
It was impossible to tell how long he had been there.
But his eyes... they said enough.
He had heard everything.
Virendra stepped closer to the door.
Their eyes met.
For a brief moment, something unspoken passed between them.
Virendra wanted to say something.
To reassure him.
To tell him that Devyani didn't mean those words.
That she was hurt... confused... frightened.
That he would make her understand.
But before he could speak
Rivan took a small step back.
His face had gone completely unreadable.
Cold.
Controlled.
Like a door had quietly shut somewhere inside him.
Then without saying a single word
He turned.
And walked away down the corridor.
Virendra watched him go.
And for the first time that night
He felt uneasy.
Because silence from a man like Rivan...
Was never a good sign.
The door to Devyani's room opened softly.
Virendra stepped out.
Everyone in the corridor immediately looked at him.
The family had been waiting anxiously
Yashodha, Samar and Reyansh.
Yashodha was the first to move toward him.
"How is she?" she asked quickly.
"Did she say anything?"
Virendra ran a tired hand over his face before answering.
"She woke up... for a while."
Everyone exhaled in relief.
But the relief didn't last long.
Virendra continued quietly.
"She asked about her mother."
The corridor went silent.
Yashodha's expression stiffened.
Virendra's voice remained low but heavy.
"She asked if I knew her... how she looked... how she talked."
Yashodha's fingers slowly tightened around the end of her saree.
Then Virendra said the part that made the air heavier.
"And she asked if the marriage was planned."
Yashodha's heart sank.
"What...?" she whispered.
Virendra nodded slowly.
"She believes everything was a lie."
The words struck everyone.
Samar frowned deeply.
Yashodha felt fear crawl into her chest.
Because she knew Devyani.
Her heart was too soft.
Too fragile.
She could never carry the weight of such truths.
"She can't handle this pain..." Yashodha whispered, worry filling her voice.
Then another thought crossed her mind.
Her eyes moved down the corridor.
"Where is Rivan?"
Virendra answered quietly.
"He heard everything."
That made Yashodha's heart twist painfully.
"RIVAN..." she murmured softly.
Meanwhile, Reyansh leaned back against the wall.
He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair.
He hadn't expected things to unfold like this.
Not like this.
Not so suddenly.
Even though Devyani didn't know the entire truth yet...
Her questions were still valid.
Anyone in her place would ask the same things.
And now the real storm...
Had only just begun.
I have faced bullets.
Knives.
Betrayals.
I have watched men die in front of me without my hands trembling.
But nothing nothing prepared me for those words.
The moment I heard it...
something inside me shattered.
Not cracked.
Shattered.
Like a palace built over years collapsing in a single second.
I stood outside that door, frozen.
My chest felt hollow.
As if someone had reached inside and ripped something vital out of me.
For months there had only been one fear in my life.
Not death.
Not enemies.
Not losing my empire.
Just one.
Becoming the kind of man her father was.
The monster who haunted her childhood.
The man whose shadow still made her tremble in her sleep.
I controlled my anger.
My cruelty.
My darkness.
All for one reason.
So that Devyani would never look at me with the same fear she had for him.
But today...
She didn't just compare me to him.
She said I was worse.
I don't know how long I stood there listening.
Each word felt like a blade twisting deeper into my chest.
I should have walked away.
But I couldn't.
My legs refused to move.
Because somewhere inside me... I kept hoping she would say something else.
Something that would undo the damage.
But it never came.
And when I finally stepped away from that door...
I felt empty.
Not angry.
Not violent.
Just... empty.
A strange pain spread through my chest.
One I couldn't fight.
One I couldn't destroy.
I have broken bones before.
Taken bullets.
But this...
This pain was different.
It felt like my own soul was tearing apart.
For the first time in years
I hated myself.
Hated the man I had been.
Hated the blood on my hands.
And the worst part...
The thought that kept repeating in my mind again and again
I ran a hand over my face, trying to steady myself.
But the urge inside me was unbearable.
I wanted to rip my own skin off.
To tear my body apart and throw it somewhere far away from her world.
Because if my existence was hurting her this much...
Then maybe the biggest mistake of her life...
Was loving a man like me.
I stood outside the hospital.
The air was cold, but I barely felt it.
The city blurred in the distance, cars passing, people moving with their lives.
But for me...
Everything felt paused.
I couldn't leave.
Not while she was inside.
What if she woke up and asked for me?
What if she looked around and I wasn't there?
The thought alone made my chest tighten.
But at the same time...
I couldn't go near her either.
Because she didn't ask for me.
She asked for Mr Thakur.
Not her husband.
Not the man who promised to protect her.
This strange distance between us felt worse than any enemy I had ever faced.
So I stayed here.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Just... somewhere in between.
Damn.
This was difficult.
I leaned against the cold wall of the hospital building and closed my eyes for a moment.
And my mind went back to that night.
To the truth she had heard.
I didn't kill that girl.
If I were the old Rivan...
Maybe I would have.
Year ago, mercy was not something I believed in.
If someone crossed me, they paid for it.
Simple.
Clean.
Final.
But somewhere along the way...
Something changed.
Or rather...
Someone changed me.
That stubborn, innocent girl with her strange way of looking at the world.
She didn't even realize what she was doing.
But slowly...
She started breaking the walls inside me.
She taught me something I had never believed before.
That not every mistake deserves death.
That some people deserve a chance to change.
A chance to become better.
So I didn't kill Kashvi.
I punished her.
Yes.
Because what she did to Devyani was unforgivable.
But I let her live.
Because somewhere deep inside...
Devyani's voice echoed in my mind that day.
Everyone deserves a chance.
I exhaled slowly, staring up at the sky.
The irony almost made me laugh.
The one lesson I learned from her...
Was now the reason she thought I was a monster.
Life really had a twisted sense of humor.
I rubbed my forehead tiredly.
And whispered to the empty night
I was still standing outside the hospital.
Cold wind brushed past me, carrying the distant sounds of the city, but everything around me felt numb... distant.
My mind was still stuck on her words.
Worse than my Bapu.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
Trying to breathe.
Trying to hold myself together.
Then
I felt it.
A presence behind me.
I didn't need to turn around.
I knew.
I had known this presence long before I understood the world.
I knew it from years ago...
When I was just a boy.
When nights used to feel endless and lonely.
When I would pretend to sleep...
And she would sit beside me quietly.
Thinking I didn't know.
Thinking I didn't notice.
But I always did.
Even back then...
I knew when she was near.
Slowly, I turned my head.
But I didn't look at her.
Because something bitter rose inside my chest.
A resentment that had lived in me for years.
Because the one thing I always hated about her...
Was what she didn't do.
She never stopped anything.
Never fought.
And tonight...
Standing here...
I finally realized something.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I had always been wrong.
A hollow laugh escaped my chest.
Low.
Broken.
My voice sounded strange even to my own ears.
The wind moved through my hair as I stared at the road ahead.
And the words I had buried my entire life finally slipped out.
A bitter smile touched my lips.
My jaw tightened painfully.
I didn't turn around.
I didn't need to.
So I spoke without looking at her.
My voice was calm... too calm.
The words left my mouth like they had been waiting there for years.
Behind me
[author Pov]
Yashodha's breath hitched.
She hadn't said a word.
Hadn't made a sound.
Yet he knew she was there.
She stood frozen.
Confused.
Shocked.
How did he know?
She opened her mouth to say something... anything.
To say no.
To tell him he was wrong.
But the words refused to come out.
Because the pain in his voice made her chest tighten.
[rivan pov]
I continued speaking.
Still staring at the empty road.
I let out a slow breath.
A bitter smile touched my lips.
My hands slowly clenched.
My voice grew quieter.
The images played inside my mind like a cruel memory.
My chest felt heavy saying those words.
My jaw tightened.
For a moment, I could almost imagine it.
A little Devyani running around freely...
Laughing...
Loved.
Safe.
Not broken.
Then I continued.
"Mr. Thakur and my mother would live peacefully."
Children who would call you mother.
Children who would never carry the weight of someone else's mistakes.
My throat tightened slightly.
The wind blew quietly between us.
And finally
I said the only truth I believed.
My voice dropped to a whisper.
Silence filled the night.
Heavy.
Unbearable.
My eyes closed slowly.
Behind me...
I could hear her breathing change.
Heavier.
Unsteady.
She tried to say something.
Her lips parted.
But no words came out.
Tears slowly gathered in her eyes.
Because the man standing in front of her right now...
Was not the Rivan the world knew.
Not the ruthless empire king.
Not the man people feared.
This Rivan...
Was a wounded child speaking after years of silence.
A child she had watched grow up from a distance.
A child she had never been able to hold.
And maybe...
Never understood.
But I kept talking.
Because once the dam broke inside me...
It refused to stop.
My voice stayed calm, but the calm felt dangerous.
I slowly turned my head just enough to look at her from the corner of my eye.
My jaw tightened slightly.
Yashodha's heart skipped.
Her fingers trembled.
"You could have."
I finally turned around fully and looked at her.
Directly.
My eyes were red but steady.
My voice lowered.
The question hung in the cold night air.
"Did you hate children that much?"
A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.
I wiped it away quickly, almost annoyed with myself.
"Or..."
My throat tightened.
Another bitter laugh escaped me.
My chest rose and fell slowly.
My voice softened again.
The silence between us became unbearable.
And then I asked the question that had followed me my entire life.
My eyes locked with hers.
She didn't answer.
Not a single word.
Her lips trembled.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
But still...
Nothing came out.
And somehow...
That silence said everything.
A slow smile appeared on my lips.
Not a happy one.
Just... a tired, broken curve.
I whispered quietly.
I looked away from her again, staring at the empty road in front of the hospital.
A hollow chuckle left my chest.
The wind brushed against my face as if trying to wake me up from this spiral.
But it didn't work.
I paused.
My chest tightened when I said her name.
The images kept coming.
Faces.
Memories.
Deaths.
Broken relationships.
My voice dropped lower.
I swallowed hard.
"And the siblings who had to grow up in the middle of this mess."
I finally turned back toward Mrs Thakur.
My eyes looked strangely calm now.
Like someone who had already accepted his own sentence.
I said slowly.
Silence filled the air again.
I continued.
My voice softened as a strange thought crossed my mind.
I looked up at the dark sky.
Imagining a world where I wasn't part of it.
I looked at her again.
A husband you loved.
Children who called you maa.
A peaceful home.
Not this...
Not this house full of ghosts.
I exhaled slowly.
Then the thought slipped out before I could stop it.
For a moment...
The powerful Rivan Thakur disappeared completely.
And the only person standing there...
Was a man who truly believed the world would be better without him.
For a long moment...
She said nothing.
I could hear her uneven breathing behind me.
Like she was fighting something inside herself.
Then finally
She spoke.
Her voice trembled at first, but she forced it to stay steady.
I slowly turned my head toward her.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked straight at me.
For the first time...
She wasn't looking at Rivan Thakur.
She was looking at the boy she had watched grow up.
Her voice grew stronger now.
I frowned slightly.
But she continued.
She asked quietly.
The name alone made my jaw tighten.
Her eyes filled again.
"Do you know what kind of torture they would have faced?"
My silence gave her the answer.
Her voice softened.
I didn't reply.
My chest felt strangely tight.
She shook her head slowly.
"We can't see the future."
Her voice broke slightly as she stepped a little closer.
"And about me not having children..."
A faint smile appeared on her face.
She shook her head.
Her voice was gentle now.
"I was already happy."
She smiled softly through her tears.
"I never felt like I needed my own child."
Her voice softened even more.
The wind blew quietly between us.
And then she said the words I had never heard from her before.
Her eyes glistened.
Something inside my chest cracked slightly.
A silence fell between us again.
But this time...
It didn't feel as suffocating.
The air still clung to Rivan when he left the hospital.
He didn't remember walking to the parking lot.
Didn't remember starting the car.
Didn't even remember the drive.
His mind was empty... yet unbearably heavy.
The road blurred past him as the engine roared through the quiet city. His hands were tight on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, but his face held no expression.
He just drove.
Faster.
Further.
Anywhere that was not that hospital corridor filled with questions he didn't know how to answer.
Soon the massive gates of the Thakur Haveli appeared before him.
The guards straightened instantly.
The car screeched to a stop.
Rivan stepped out without a word.
His footsteps echoed sharply across the marble entrance.
Inside the haveli, the lights were dim. The silence felt strange heavy, like the entire house was holding its breath.
From the hallway, two figures rushed forward.
Aradhya and Payal .
They had been waiting.
The moment they saw him, relief flashed across their faces.
"Bhai—"
Aradhya hurried toward him.
But before she could finish
Rivan looked at them.
Just one sharp glance.
His eyes were dark.
Cold.
Not angry.
Not even emotional.
Just... empty.
That look alone made both girls freeze mid-step.
Their words died in their throats.
Payal instinctively grabbed Aradhya's wrist.
Both of them swallowed nervously.
Neither dared to speak another word.
Silently
They stepped aside.
Making space.
Rivan walked past them without slowing down.
His footsteps were steady, heavy against the marble floor.
No greeting.
No answer.
No acknowledgement.
He simply walked straight down the corridor.
Toward his room.
The door opened with a sharp sound.
Then closed behind him.
The loud click of the lock echoed through the hallway.
Outside the door
Aradhya and Payal stood frozen.
Confused.
Worried.
Because they had seen Rivan angry before.
They had seen him furious.
They had seen him ruthless.
But this...
This silent, broken version of him...
Felt far more terrifying.
Rivan closed the door behind him.
The room was dark.
Silent.
Heavy.
For a moment he simply stood there, breathing slowly, staring at nothing.
Then he walked toward the bathroom.
His movements were mechanical.
Almost numb.
He removed his coat.
Then the shirt.
The fabric fell on the floor carelessly, joining the rest of the clothes he discarded without a second glance.
Nothing mattered at that moment.
He stepped inside the shower and turned the knob.
Cold water burst from above.
Freezing.
Sharp.
The icy stream crashed over his head and ran down his face, his shoulders, his chest... soaking him instantly.
But he didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't even blink.
He simply stood there.
The water kept pouring over him like a relentless storm.
Minutes passed.
Then more.
Still he didn't move.
The cold seeped into his skin, his muscles tightening slightly, but his mind was somewhere far away.
Wild thoughts ran through his head.
Fragments.
Voices.
Memories.
Devyani's trembling voice.
"Is pati ji... that cruel?"
Then the words that had shattered something inside him.
"...he is worst than my Bapu."
His jaw tightened.
The water streamed down his face, but his breathing grew heavier.
He closed his eyes.
But it didn't stop.
The warehouse.
Jinal screaming.
Devyani unconscious.
Blood.
The look in her eyes.
Fear.
Fear of him.
His hands slowly pressed against the cold tiled wall.
His forehead dropped forward until it rested against it.
The freezing water continued to fall on him.
He had been standing there for nearly an hour now.
But this wasn't a shower.
He wasn't trying to wash away sweat or dirt.
He was trying to calm the storm inside his head.
Trying to drown the chaos.
Trying to silence the thoughts clawing through his mind.
His chest rose slowly as he forced himself to breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
Because right now...
If he didn't calm himself
The darkness he had buried long ago might return.
And Rivan Thakur knew exactly how dangerous that man was.
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the hospital room.
Soft.
Quiet.
Almost too peaceful after the chaos of the previous night.
Devyani was finally awake.
Fully awake this time.
She sat propped up against the pillows while Yashodha gently adjusted the blanket around her. Her movements were careful, almost protective, as if Devyani might shatter if handled roughly.
"Sit slowly, beta," Yashodha murmured softly.
Devyani obeyed without protest.
Her body still felt weak, but the doctors had assured everyone that physically she was stable.
Yashodha picked up the bowl of soup and brought the spoon near her lips.
Devyani quietly opened her mouth and swallowed.
No complaints.
No questions.
No curiosity.
Nothing.
She just sat there... silent.
Her eyes remained lowered most of the time, occasionally drifting toward the window but never settling on anyone in the room.
That silence made everyone uneasy.
Usually Devyani talked endlessly.
Asked innocent questions.
Smiled shyly.
But today...
She looked distant.
Lost somewhere inside her own mind.
Hours passed slowly.
Morning turned into noon.
The hospital corridors buzzed with the usual sounds doctors walking past, nurses discussing reports but inside the family rooms the tension hadn't lifted yet.
Then finally
In another room down the hallway
Jinal stirred.
Her fingers twitched slightly.
A faint groan escaped her lips.
The doctor who had been checking her monitors immediately leaned forward.
Her eyelids fluttered.
Heavy.
Painful.
Slowly... painfully... she opened them.
The bright hospital light stabbed into her eyes, making her squint.
Her head throbbed violently.
A sharp dizziness spun through her mind.
"Easy," the doctor said gently. "Don't try to move too much."
But Jinal instinctively tried to sit up.
The moment she did
A wave of dizziness crashed over her.
"Ah—"
She winced sharply, gripping the bedsheet weakly.
Her head felt like it was splitting apart.
"Careful," the nurse quickly supported her shoulders. "You have a head injury. Sudden movement will make you feel faint."
Within minutes, the news spread.
Everyone rushed into the room.
Virendra.
Yashodha.
Samar
Rekha
Relief flooded the room the moment they saw her eyes open.
Finally.
Both girls were alive.
Both were conscious.
The suffocating fear that had gripped everyone's hearts since last night loosened slightly.
Yashodha gently brushed Jinal's hair back.
"How are you feeling, beta?"
Jinal blinked slowly, trying to steady her vision.
Her head still felt heavy.
The room spun slightly whenever she moved.
"I... feel... dizzy," she whispered.
"That's normal," the doctor assured. "Your head took a strong hit."
Everyone surrounded her bed.
Talking softly.
Checking on her.
Asking how she felt.
But Jinal's eyes kept wandering around the room.
Searching.
Scanning every face.
One by one.
But the one face she had been unconsciously searching for... wasn't there.
Her fingers tightened slightly on the bedsheet.
For a moment the question sat on the tip of her tongue.
Where is Reyansh?
But the words never came out.
She didn't have the courage to ask.
Not in front of everyone.
Not when things between them had always been complicated... messy... unspoken.
So she swallowed the question.
Silently.
Her gaze lowered.
After a few seconds she forced herself to speak.
Her voice was weak but clear.
Everyone looked at her.
Rekha answered immediately.
But there was a certain sharpness in her tone.
The tension in her voice didn't go unnoticed.
Jinal's eyes flickered slightly, but she said nothing.
Samar immediately glanced at Rekha, sensing the strain.
"Rekha," he said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You haven't slept all night. Come... you need some rest."
But Rekha shook her head stubbornly.
"No."
Her eyes stayed fixed on Jinal.
The room remained heavy with unsaid emotions.
Meanwhile, in another room down the hallway
The door opened quietly.
Reyansh stepped inside.
Devyani was sitting up against the pillows now.
The moment she saw him, her eyes softened slightly.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then finally
She asked the question that had been weighing on her mind.
"Is she... hurt a lot?" Devyani asked slowly.
Her fingers twisted nervously in the bedsheet.
Her voice trembled.
Tears slowly welled up in her eyes.
Reyansh frowned slightly.
Her voice cracked.
Tears finally slipped down her cheeks.
Her breathing grew uneven.
Before she could spiral further
Reyansh leaned slightly closer and gently placed his hand over her head.
"Shhh, princess."
His voice was calm.
Firm.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Devyani shook her head weakly.
"But—"
The tension in her shoulders eased slightly.
Reyansh continued gently.
"And you?"
He tapped her forehead lightly.
Devyani looked at him quietly.
Her eyes still moist.
But for the first time since waking up...
Some of the guilt in them began to fade.
Reyansh gently pulled his hand away from Devyani's head.
She had finally calmed down.
Her breathing was steadier now, her eyes half-closed as exhaustion slowly pulled her back toward sleep.
He stood there for a moment... watching her.
Then quietly turned and walked out of the room.
The hospital corridor felt strangely cold.
Bright white lights.
The faint smell of antiseptic.
Footsteps echoing far away.
Reyansh stopped near the wall, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled heavily.
Just a few steps away
Jinal's room.
The door stood there.
Closed.
He looked at it.
His jaw tightened slightly.
He wanted to go inside.
His feet even shifted forward a little
But he stopped.
Something inside him held him back.
Maybe guilt.
Maybe anger.
Maybe the memory of seeing her hanging above that acid drum.
Maybe the sound of her voice saying "It's paining Rey..."
His fists slowly clenched.
Just then
Virendra walked into the corridor after checking on Devyani.
His sharp eyes immediately caught Reyansh standing there.
He followed his gaze.
Straight to Jinal's door.
Virendra didn't say anything for a moment.
Instead, he turned toward the family members still gathered in the corridor.
"Both girls are awake now," he said calmly.
His voice carried authority.
No one moved.
Rekha shook her head instantly.
Others nodded quietly.
They had spent the entire night here. No one was willing to leave.
Virendra's expression hardened slightly.
His voice turned colder.
Silence fell immediately.
The authority in his tone left no room for argument.
One by one, the family members reluctantly began to move.
Some left quietly.
Some after exchanging worried glances.
Within minutes, the once crowded corridor became almost empty.
Only Virendra and Reyansh remained.
For a few seconds neither spoke.
Then Virendra turned toward him.
"Reyansh."
Reyansh looked up.
Virendra nodded slightly toward Jinal's room.
"Go check on Jinal once."
His voice was calmer now.
Then he gestured toward Devyani's room.
He didn't walk away.
Reyansh stood outside the door for a few seconds.
His hand hovered near the handle.
Then slowly
He pushed it open.
The room was quiet.
Dim.
Only the soft beeping of the monitor filled the silence.
Jinal was asleep.
Peaceful... but pale.
Bandages wrapped around her head.
Her hand carefully supported and immobilized.
Her breathing slow, uneven but stable.
Reyansh stepped inside quietly, almost as if afraid the sound of his footsteps might hurt her.
He moved closer to the bed.
Sat down on the chair beside her.
For a long moment
He just looked at her.
This same girl who used to argue with him over the smallest things...
Now lay completely still.
Broken.
Bruised.
Outside in the corridor
Virendra stepped out after checking on Devyani again.
He noticed Reyansh coming out of Jinal's room after a while.
Their eyes met.
A brief silence.
Then Reyansh spoke.
Virendra frowned slightly.
Reyansh shook his head.
That was enough to trigger unease.
Virendra immediately pulled out his phone.
He dialed.
The call rang.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
No answer.
Virendra's frown deepened.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
Now his expression shifted
From confusion...
To concern.
"That's not like him," Virendra muttered.
Reyansh's jaw tightened.
A bad feeling crept in.
"I hope..." he exhaled sharply, "...he's not doing something stupid."
Virendra looked at him.
Both men understood exactly what that meant.
RIVAN in this state
Was not safe.
For himself.
Or for anyone else.
The silence between them grew heavier.
Because somewhere deep down
They both knew...
RIVAN wasn't the kind of man who waited when his world was hurting.
Before Virendra could even respond
Reyansh was already moving.
No
running.
His steps echoed sharply through the corridor as urgency took over every nerve in his body.
Something wasn't right.
And he wasn't going to stand there and wait.
He pulled out his phone while rushing out of the hospital.
Dialed the haveli.
The call connected almost instantly.
"Is RIVAN there?" Reyansh asked, breath uneven.
Reyansh stopped for a split second.
Then exhaled sharply.
The call ended.
Next moment
His car roared to life.
The engine screamed as he sped out.
No patience.
No caution.
Signals turned red
He didn't stop.
Horns blared
He didn't care.
His grip tightened on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, eyes fixed ahead.
The only thing running in his mind
RIVAN.
Within minutes
He reached the haveli.
The car screeched to a halt.
Before the engine even fully died, Reyansh stepped out and stormed inside.
Servants froze seeing his expression.
He didn't stop for anyone.
"Where is RIVAN?" he demanded sharply.
Aradhya, who was in the hall, immediately turned toward him.
Her voice held slight hesitation.
Reyansh's brows furrowed.
"When did he come?"
That was enough.
Reyansh didn't wait another second.
He turned
And headed straight toward RIVAN's room.
Fast.
Sharp.
Because something told him
This wasn't just anger.
This was something far more dangerous.
Reyansh didn't slow down.
He practically ran through the corridor, his footsteps loud, urgent almost violent.
He reached RIVAN's door.
Tried the handle.
Locked.
A sharp breath escaped him.
"Shit..."
His hand slammed against the door.
No response.
His heartbeat spiked.
He banged harder.
Silence.
Something twisted in his gut.
Not normal.
Not good.
His patience snapped.
He started hitting the door harder, fist after fist, the sound echoing through the haveli.
Still nothing.
No footsteps.
No sound.
No movement.
Just silence.
And that silence
Was loud.
Too loud.
Reyansh stepped back slightly, running a hand through his hair in frustration, chest rising and falling heavily.
He turned sharply toward the staff nearby.
The servants froze.
One of them stammered nervously, "Sir... there is no spare key..."
Reyansh's head snapped toward him.
"What?"
"It's... it's RIVAN sir's room," another added hesitantly. "He never allowed anyone to keep a spare key..."
For a second
Reyansh just stared at them.
Then his expression darkened completely.
"Of course he didn't," he muttered under his breath.
His jaw clenched.
Eyes shifting back to the door.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
And now
Every passing second felt dangerous.
Reyansh stepped back.
Cracked his neck slightly.
Then looked straight at the door.
Cold.
Decided.
His voice dropped, deadly calm.
No response.
That was it.
Reyansh stepped back further
Then charged forward
BAM!
His shoulder slammed into the door.
The wood shook violently.
"RIVAN!"
Another hit
BAM!
The hinges creaked.
Pain shot through his shoulder
He didn't care.
"Don't you dare do something stupid open the door!"
Nothing.
No voice.
No movement.
Just that same suffocating silence.
Reyansh stepped back again, breathing hard, eyes burning with a mix of anger and fear.
Then once more
He lunged forward with everything he had
Because now it wasn't about a locked door anymore.
It was about what might be happening behind it.
The door didn't budge.
Not even a crack.
Reyansh stepped back, chest heaving, shoulder throbbing from the impact.
His voice echoed in frustration as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal.
Just then
Aditya came running down the corridor.
Reyansh turned toward him instantly.
Aditya's expression dropped.
He looked at the door once, then back at Reyansh understanding everything without needing more words.
"This door won't break," Aditya said quickly, voice tight. "It's reinforced."
A beat.
Then
Reyansh didn't waste a second.
Both of them took off running.
Fast.
Urgent.
Their footsteps thundered through the haveli as dread crawled up their spines.
Behind them
The rest of the family stood frozen.
Yashodha's hands trembled.
Aradhya clutched the edge of the table, her heart sinking.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Outside
Reyansh and Aditya sprinted toward the backside of the haveli.
The air hit them sharply, but neither slowed down.
They rounded the corner, heading toward the outer ledge that connected to RIVAN's balcony.
"Careful," Aditya muttered, already climbing up the side structure.
Reyansh followed right behind him.
No hesitation.
No fear of falling.
Only one thought
They pulled themselves up, gripping the railing, muscles straining.
Then
Finally
They reached the balcony.
Reyansh didn't even pause.
He moved straight to the glass door.
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