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Rivan sat hunched over the heavy desk in his study, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long, restless shadows that stretched across the walls like silent witnesses to his turmoil.
His fingers tapped absently against the leather-bound planner before him, the sound soft yet persistent, but his mind was nowhere near the pages.
It was chaos.
A storm of thoughts, sharp and unrelenting, crashing into each other.
Things he had to do.
Decisions he couldn't delay.
Plans he had been building for weeks quietly, carefully now demanding action before everything slipped out of his control.
He picked up his phone again.
Called Reyansh.
No answer.
His jaw clenched.
A flicker of irritation passed through his eyes.
"What the hell is going on..." he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand across his face.
Reyansh had always been reliable.
Always.
But ever since London
Silence.
Calls ignored.
Messages left unanswered.
Like he had disappeared into another world.
And then
Jinal.
Her texts weren't the same anymore.
Short.
Cold.
Avoiding something.
It wasn't normal.
None of this was.
A strange uneasiness crept into his chest, tightening slowly, like an invisible grip.
Something was wrong.
He could feel it.
Not clearly.
Not yet.
But enough to make his instincts restless.
In their world
Silence was never just silence.
It meant something.
Always.
And whatever it was
It wasn't good.
Rivan leaned back in his chair, staring blankly ahead, his thoughts growing darker, heavier with every passing second.
The room felt colder.
Quieter.
Like the calm before something was about to break.
His thoughts shifted sharply, diving deeper into the plan he had been building for the past month piece by piece, like assembling something fragile yet dangerous.
It wasn't simple. It was a high-stakes move, one wrong step and everything could collapse.
There was no room for delay, no space for mistakes. The pressure sat heavy on his chest, like an invisible weight chaining him to his own decisions.
In moments like this, he felt completely alone surrounded by people, yet carrying burdens no one else could see.
The study felt suffocating in its stillness.
And he didn't even notice the door.
Until
Her voice burst into the room like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
Bright.
Warm.
Alive.
Rivan's thoughts snapped instantly.
His head lifted.
There she was.
Devyani.
Standing at the door, glowing with unfiltered happiness, her eyes sparkling like she carried a secret too big for her tiny frame. Her simple saree swayed softly as she rushed toward him, her presence filling the heavy room with a kind of life it had been missing.
And just like that
The storm inside him paused.
Rivan's tension melted the moment his eyes fell on her, as if the storm inside him had been split open by a sudden beam of sunlight.
His shoulders, rigid just seconds ago, eased slightly as he leaned back in his chair, a faint smile finding its way to his lips despite the chaos still lingering in his mind.
"Hey, baby..." he murmured softly, his voice losing all its earlier sharpness as he reached out toward her. "You look very happy... what happened there?"
Devyani didn't answer immediately.
She simply smiled.
Bright.
Unfiltered.
Her eyes dancing with a kind of joy that didn't need words.
Before he could react, she slipped onto his lap, light and effortless, her arms circling around his neck as if that was her most natural place in the world.
Leaning in, she pressed a quick kiss to his lipssoft, fleeting, yet full of warmth.
For a moment
Time slowed.
Rivan's hands moved instinctively, settling on her waist, pulling her just a little closer, anchoring her against him. The warmth of her presence seeped into him, steadying the chaos, quieting the noise in his head.
And just like that
The weight of plans, unanswered calls, and creeping doubts faded into the background.
Because in that moment
It was just her.
And the peace she unknowingly brought with her.
"Something good happened..." she said, her words spilling out in a rush, unable to stay contained, her excitement almost tangible in the air.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes shining, fingers absentmindedly tracing soft, careless patterns over his shoulder as if her happiness needed somewhere to go.
"Really?" he asked gently, his voice calm, encouraging her to continue. "What is that?"
But she only shook her head, a playful glint lighting up her eyes as a secretive smile spread across her lips.
"Nah..." she said, drawing the word out teasingly. "I'll tell you later..."
She leaned a little closer, her voice dropping as if she was guarding a treasure.
Her excitement overflowed in small, restless movements, her body shifting slightly as she sat on his lap, unable to stay still, as if the happiness inside her was too big for her to hold.
And Rivan
Just watched her.
Half curious.
Half uneasy.
Because somewhere deep down
He knew.
Whatever she was about to say
Would change the air around them.
Rivan smiled faintly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Even as she glowed in front of him, his mind began slipping again pulled back into the maze of unfinished thoughts, unanswered calls, and plans that refused to rest.
For a moment, he just stared at her.
Lost.
Either in her eyes
Or somewhere far away inside his own head.
The uneasiness returned, brushing against his calm, but her warmth her closeness kept it from growing into something louder.
"Where are you lost?" she asked softly, tilting her head, her finger gently poking his cheek, pulling him back from wherever he had drifted.
Rivan blinked.
Reality settling in again.
"Nothing..." he murmured, his voice low, softer now.
His hand lifted, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear, his touch lingering just a second longer than needed.
He studied her for a moment.
Then asked quietly
"Hungry?"
"Yes, very much!" she exclaimed instantly, her voice bubbling with excitement as if she had been waiting just for him to ask. "Now I have to eat more and more!"
She patted her stomach dramatically, a playful grin spreading across her face as a soft laugh escaped her lips, light and carefree, filling the space between them.
Rivan chuckled under his breath, the sound low, warm, touched with quiet affection.
Without a word, he stood up, still holding her for a brief second before gently setting her down on her feet.
"Come on then..." he said, his voice softer now, calmer. "Let's get you fed."
His fingers slipped into hers naturally, guiding her out of the study, away from the heavy silence, away from the thoughts that had been weighing him down.
The house felt different outside.
Lighter.
Warmer.
By the time they reached the dining hall, the family had already gathered around the long table, sunlight spilling in through the tall windows, casting a golden glow over everything.
The air was rich with the aroma of freshly cooked food spiced dal, warm naan, roasted vegetables comforting and familiar.
Amrita's friends were gone now, their earlier laughter replaced by the steady rhythm of family life.
Virendra and Amrita sat at the head of the table, composed and observant.
Aditya leaned back in his chair, his usual careless grin in place.
Aradhya moved quietly, serving food with practiced ease.
Soft clinks of silverware echoed gently as plates were passed, conversations low and easy, the atmosphere calm, almost ordinary.
And in the middle of it all
Devyani walked in, still glowing with her secret, her happiness untouched
Completely unaware
Of the storm she was about to bring with her.
Devyani's happiness was impossible to miss. She sat at the table like a bundle of restless energy, almost bouncing in her seat, her eyes moving from one face to another, shining with a secret she could barely hold in. Every second felt too slow for her, every moment stretched with anticipation.
Beside her, Rivan sat slightly withdrawn, his attention divided. His phone rested in his hand, screen glowing faintly as he scrolled through some work.
A quiet frustration settled deeper.
Around them, the family exchanged small glances subtle, curious but he barely noticed. His mind hovered somewhere between the silent screen and the distant weight of his thoughts, only half-present at the table.
The clinking of cutlery, the soft hum of conversation, the warmth of the meal it all blended into a background noise.
Until
Devyani's voice rang out suddenly, clear and bright, slicing through the calm like the chime of a bell.
Everything paused.
Conversations stilled.
Hands froze mid-motion.
All eyes turned toward her.
And there she was
Sitting straight, glowing, her excitement spilling over, her smile wide and unstoppable
Completely unaware that in the next few seconds
She was about to change the entire atmosphere of the room.
Every head turned toward her at once, curiosity sparking across their faces like a ripple. The soft clinking of cutlery faded into silence as attention shifted completely to her.
Amrita leaned forward slightly, her bangles chiming softly with the movement, a gentle smile on her lips. "What do you want to share, beta?"
Devyani's cheeks turned pink instantly, her excitement almost too big for her small frame. Her hands clasped tightly in her lap, fingers fidgeting as if trying to hold in the secret bursting inside her.
"It's very special..." she said, her voice glowing with happiness. "You all will feel very happy and excited... I am sure!"
A wave of reactions spread across the table soft wow's, curious glances, amused smiles.
Aditya leaned back slightly, placing his fork down with a smile. "Arre wah... what happened that ourbhabhi is this excited?"
But she couldn't sit anymore.
The energy inside her pushed her up.
She stood abruptly, her movements restless, her excitement uncontrollable.
"So..." she started, then paused, biting her lip, trying to gather her thoughts but failing adorably.
"Ummmm..."
She looked around at all of them, eyes wide, glowing.
"Okay..." she said finally, nodding to herself, as if building courage.
"I am very excited..."
Then suddenly, her tone turned serious.
Almost commanding.
"You all have to take care of me, okay?"
The table went still again.
"No scolding..." she added quickly.
"...nothing."
There was a brief pause
And then soft laughter, curious smiles, nods of agreement.
"Okay okay..." they said.
But beneath the amusement
Something shifted.
Because the way she said it
Carried something more.
Something they hadn't understood yet.
"Okay, sure,Devu," Virendra said first, his voice warm with affection, a faint smile touching his lips as he looked at her.
Amrita nodded immediately beside him, her eyes soft with motherly concern.
Around the table, everyone else murmured their agreement too, curiosity growing heavier with every passing second.
Only Rivan remained half lost in his phone, his thumb moving absently across the screen, unaware of the strange anticipation gathering around him.
Devyani looked at all of them and then suddenly lifted both her hands in the air, as if she were about to conduct an entire orchestra.
Her smile stretched wider.
Brighter.
Almost uncontrollable.
"Okay..." she whispered dramatically.
Then louder
"Shhhhh..."
Everyone stared at her.
"Calm down everyone," she said with complete seriousness. "Take a deep breath with me."
Aditya stared.
Aradhya blinked.
Amrita looked confused.
But before anyone could stop her
Devyani inhaled deeply.
And demonstrated.
"Now you all also..."
"Bhabhi, just say it!" Aradhya said, laughing nervously, her eyes wide with suspense.
"We are excited!"
For one tiny second
The room held its breath.
And then
With the brightest smile on her face...
With eyes shining like she had just discovered the happiest secret in the world...
Devyani placed both hands over her stomach and announced
And then
She clapped her hands in pure happiness.
Even rising slightly onto her toes with excitement.
The words crashed into the room.
And shattered the silence.
The reaction was instant.
And absolute chaos.
Aradhya's glass slipped from her fingers, crashing against the table as juice spilled across the cloth in a spreading crimson stain.
Aditya's phone hit the floor with a sharp clatter, his mouth hanging open, words completely lost.
Forks froze mid-air.
Voices died.
The elders
Virendra.
Amrita.
The others
Sat completely still.
Faces frozen.
A mix of shock, disbelief... and something far more complicated flickering beneath.
The entire room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.
Rivan felt it before he fully understood it.
The shift.
His fingers stilled on his phone.
Slowly
He looked up.
And found everyone staring at him.
Eyes sharp.
Questioning.
Piercing straight through him.
A cold unease slid down his spine.
"What...?" his expression seemed to ask silently.
Then
Her words reached him.
"I am pregnant."
And everything inside him stopped.
His eyes widened.
A sharp breath caught in his chest.
Pregnant...?
The word echoed.
Louder.
Heavier.
How?
When?
His mind raced instantly, trying to make sense of something that didn't align, didn't fit, didn't feel right.
A cold wave crashed over him.
Panic rose, quick and suffocating, tightening around his throat.
But beneath it
Something else surged.
Stronger.
Deeper.
Protectiveness.
Fear.
Because this wasn't just a word anymore.
This was her.
Devyani stood there, glowing, untouched by the tension thickening around her, her happiness spilling over like sunlight in a room that had suddenly gone cold.
"Papa, you will be dadu!" she said, pointing excitedly.
"Maa, you will be dadi!"
She turned, her smile widening even more.
"Pati ji will be dadda... and I'll be mumma!"
Her voice rose with every word, filled with pure, innocent excitement.
"Adi bhai, chachu! And girls will be bua!"
She even twirled slightly, unable to contain herself, her laughter soft and bright, completely unaware of the storm building around her.
"Yeah... I am so excited!"
But no one laughed.
Virendra's gaze snapped toward Rivan.
Dark.
Sharp.
Heavy with something dangerously close to anger.
It was the look of a father who had just lost control of something he thought was firmly in his hands.
How could he...?
The unspoken accusation hung in the air, thick and suffocating.
Amrita's face flushed deeply, embarrassment washing over her. Her eyes moved between Devyani and Rivan, the weight of family honor pressing heavily on her chest.
Rudraksh as the first to move, a low whistle escaping him out of habit but even that died halfway, swallowed by the tension that gripped the room.
Aradhya quickly bent down, wiping the spilled juice with trembling hands, her movements rushed, distracted, her shock slowly shifting into quiet concern.
And in the middle of it all
Devyani still stood there.
Smiling.
Happy.
Completely unaware
That the joy she felt had just turned the entire room into a battlefield of silence.
Rivan felt it all at once.
The weight of their stares.
The silent judgment.
The embarrassment tightening around him like a noose he couldn't escape.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
He hadn't planned this.
Hadn't even considered it.
And the way she said it
So openly.
So casually.
In front of everyone
It crossed something deep inside him.
A line he didn't even realize he guarded this fiercely.
This isn't a joke.
The thought hit hard.
Sharp.
Anger rose quickly, hot and uncontrollable, mixing with something heavier
Shame.
He knew Devyani.
He knew her innocence.
Her world was simple, untouched, shaped by years of isolation.
She didn't see what this meant.
Didn't understand what she had just done.
But that didn't make this easier.
Because now
Everything was exposed.
And he felt it.
Every second of it.
Suddenly
He stood up.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor, the harsh sound cutting through the silence like a crack of thunder.
Without a word
He moved toward her.
His hand reached out, gripping hers firmly.
Too firmly.
"Come."
His voice was short.
Controlled.
But edged.
And before she could react
He started pulling her toward the door.
"Arey, pati ji, wait na!" she stumbled after him, her voice still carrying traces of that same excitement, though now it wavered, confused by the sudden shift. "I am mumma now... let me tell everyone more!"
But he didn't stop.
His grip on her hand tightened as he pulled her along, his steps long, fast, almost restless.
His voice cut through the air.
Low.
Controlled.
But sharp enough to sting.
The words hit harder than he intended.
She froze for a second mid-step, her smile faltering completely now, confusion replacing the joy that had been glowing on her face just moments ago.
He didn't look at her.
Didn't slow down.
Inside him, everything was tangled anger, frustration, embarrassment colliding with the truth he didn't want to face.
She didn't understand.
She couldn't.
But the world didn't bend for innocence.
And for the first time
His patience cracked against that reality.
Behind them, the dining hall remained silent.
Heavy.
Unmoving.
And ahead
He kept walking.
Pulling her along with him
While her small steps struggled to keep up with the storm he carried inside.
Virendra pushed his chair back abruptly, rising halfway, concern carving deep lines across his face. His voice cut through the heavy silence, firm yet laced with urgency.
It was a warning.
A plea.
A father trying to stop something before it went too far.
But Rivan didn't stop.
Didn't even turn.
It was as if he hadn't heard him at all.
His grip around Devyani's hand stayed firm as he pulled her along, his long strides unrelenting, each step fueled by the storm raging inside him.
Behind them, the dining hall blurred into distance.
Voices turned into faint whispers.
Shock dissolved into uneasy murmurs.
She struggled to keep up.
Her smaller steps faltering, almost turning into a run just to match his pace.
"Pati ji..." her voice trembled now, no longer excited, no longer bright.
Only confused.
Fragile.
Her words came out soft, almost breaking, her eyes filling with a flicker of pain she didn't understand.
But he didn't respond.
His jaw was tight.
His focus ahead.
And in that moment
Between his anger
And her innocence
Something delicate began to crack.