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1. Vidyut, Ritvika, and Tara will never move to Rajvansh Mansion.
2. Nothing can justify Manisha's behaviour towards Ritvika and Tara — but remember, humans have flaws and they make mistakes.
3. There are still many things yet to unfold, so please don't judge by reading just one chapter.
4. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please avoid directing hate towards the author.
5. The book will have around 60 chapters (the count may vary depending on the length of each chapter).
6. Both Ritvika and Vidyut have flaws — if Vidyut is wrong, Ritvika isn't a saint either. (Vidyut may have his reasons, but even those reasons won't fully justify his actions — they might only make things clearer.)
7. About the 1.5 lakh salary part — I know what I'm writing, guys.
Think about it: Ritvika's health isn't good; she has a lifelong disease, and its treatment is costly.
She can't manage everything on a ?40k–?50k salary, especially since she's a mother too.
Vidyut did many wrong things, but as they say, "accha karne jao bura ho jata hai.
" Vidyut didn't threaten the company for fun — he was thinking about Ritvika.
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Target Time!
You guys neither vote nor complete the comment targets and still expect me to update, right? May I ask why?
Not to sound rude, but honestly—where are those people who said, "Target rakho, hum pure karenge bas update regular dena"? Huh? Tell me!
Now, this update is only for my readers who actually voted and commented. As for the next one—don't expect it unless the target is completed.
I'm really sorry to my loyal readers who always support me, but it's genuinely disheartening to see that some people can't even complete the given targets.
Neither here nor on Instagram! Amazing, right?
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A U T H O R
The door creaked open, and Vidyut stepped inside the principal's office.
He didn't say much, just gave a short nod of acknowledgement in the principal's direction.
His tall frame carried its usual calm authority, yet his eyes—those sharp, dark eyes—instantly softened the moment they fell on Ritvika and Tara.
Ritvika blinked in disbelief, her throat going dry. How... how did he get here so fast? She had barely ended the call and within minutes, he was already here. Her heart skipped as she gulped, still processing, while Tara's little face lit up seeing him.
The principal smiled politely, unaware of the silent storm between the couple. "Good. So now that Tara's father is here too, this makes things easier. Mr. Rajvansh, please, we'll just need your signature here." She pushed forward the form Ritvika had already filled.
Vidyut's gaze lowered to the paper, and for a second, the world seemed to still. His eyes caught on a single word—the surname. Rajvansh.
Ritvika had never used it anywhere else. Not at the hospital. Not at her work. Not in any official document. She was Kapoor everywhere. But here, in Tara's admission form, under 'Father's Name,' seeing his surname next to their daughter's made his chest swell and ache all at once.
His heart thudded, fluttering in a way he hadn't felt in years. He didn't allow his expression to betray the rush of warmth crashing through him. With steady hands, he picked up the pen, and without hesitation, signed at the place where the father's signature was needed.
The moment the pen touched down and his signature sealed its place, Vidyut turned to Tara. She was already giggling, her tiny arms stretched toward him. Without a word, he lifted her up, holding her snug against his chest.
"Dadda!" Tara squealed, her cheeks glowing. Then she added proudly, in her half-broken speech, "Dadda skoo!"
Vidyut's lips curved, his sternness melting instantly. "Yes, princess... school," he murmured, kissing her forehead. His voice carried a softness no one in that room had ever heard from him before. Ritvika's chest tightened at the sight, something unexplainable twisting inside her.
The principal smiled warmly at the scene before clearing her throat gently. "Alright, so most of the formalities can be completed at the reception desk. But before that, we usually like to interact a little with the child. Nothing formal—just to see how comfortable she is."
Ritvika stiffened a little, nervousness flickering in her eyes, but Tara was already bouncing in Vidyut's arms, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
The principal leaned forward. "Tara, sweetheart, can you tell me your name?"
Tara clapped her hands. "Tala!" she chirped, making everyone chuckle.
"And do you know numbers?" the principal asked, her tone playful.
Tara straightened, her baby voice ringing with pride. "One... two... thleee... four... fibe... sih!" she counted on her tiny fingers, stopping to giggle in between.
Ritvika's lips parted in shock—her daughter was actually doing it. Vidyut, on the other hand, only smiled knowingly, as if he had always believed his little girl could conquer the world.
"And ABCD?" the principal teased gently.
Tara's eyes shone. "A... Beeee... sheee... D!" she sang, her gibberish mixing between letters, but her excitement filling the whole room.
The principal chuckled softly at Tara's ABCD and clapped her hands gently. "Very good, Tara. Now let's try something else, hmm?" She reached for a tray on her desk, pulling out a few objects one by one, her smile encouraging.
First, she held up a round red ball. "What's this, sweetheart?"
Tara wriggled in Vidyut's arms, her eyes lighting up. "Bolllll!" she chirped, clapping her hands.
"That's right! Ball," the principal praised warmly.
Next came a pen. She twirled it between her fingers and leaned closer. "And this?"
Tara tilted her head, her lips fumbling over sounds. "Peeeen" she mumbled, half-gibberish but still close enough. Vidyut's lips twitched with pride as he pressed a kiss on her temple, his chest swelling with every sound that left her mouth.
"Excellent," the principal encouraged, her gaze shifting to Ritvika, who was frozen in awe at her little girl's confidence.
Finally, the principal picked up a small stuffed monkey from the shelf and held it out. "Alright, Tara... what is this?"
For a moment, Tara blinked at the toy, her round eyes studying it carefully. Then, with sudden excitement, she pointed her tiny finger straight at it and squealed at the top of her lungs—
"Daddaaaaaaa!"
The room froze.
The principal's eyebrows shot up in surprise before she broke into a chuckle, but Vidyut... Vidyut's heart nearly stopped. His arms tightened instinctively around his daughter, his throat burning as a laugh—half choked, half teary—escaped him.
Ritvika blinked hard, her lips parting in shock. Her daughter had just mistaken a stuffed monkey for Vidyut—and yet, the pride in his eyes, the shimmer of raw emotion glistening there, made it feel as though Tara had just crowned him king of her little world.
Vidyut pressed his face into Tara's hair, hiding the storm of emotions that threatened to spill, whispering so softly that only she could hear, "That's right, princess... always your Dadda."
The principal leaned back in her chair, her smile warm and genuine as her gaze shifted between Tara, Ritvika, and Vidyut.
"She's a bright child," she said appreciatively.
"At this age, most children shy away or take time to adjust, but Tara.
.. she's expressive, confident, and already learning.
I must say, you both have done a wonderful job with her. "
Ritvika's lips curved in a faint smile, pride softening her otherwise nervous features.
But beside her, Vidyut stiffened. The compliment landed heavier on his shoulders than he had expected.
You both. The words echoed in his mind, a reminder of the truth—he hadn't taught Tara a single thing.
Every number she counted, every letter she sang, every word she fumbled proudly.
.. it was Ritvika's doing. Her patience. Her efforts. Her sleepless nights.
His fingers curled unconsciously against the arm of the chair, and for once, Vidyut Rajvansh—so feared, so unshaken—felt unworthy.
The principal, oblivious to the storm within him, smiled again and said, "Please go to the reception to complete the remaining formalities."
Nodding politely, Vidyut rose with Tara still in his arms, waiting for Ritvika to follow. They stepped out of the office together, their silence heavy but not hostile.
Just before they reached the reception desk, Vidyut drew a quiet breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Ritvika..." He paused, hesitating, as though weighing whether his words would anger her.
His eyes stayed fixed on Tara's curls instead of Ritvika's face.
"Tara is just two... I mean... isn't this too early for school? "
He braced himself for her sharp retort, but it never came. Instead, her reply was calm, steady, almost matter-of-fact.
"Tara is two years and eleven months, Vidyut. Almost three."
Vidyut's steps faltered, his head snapping toward her in quiet shock.
Two years and eleven months? He had only ever thought of her as two.
It hit him then—how much he didn't know.
How many small details of his daughter's life had slipped through his fingers.
His throat tightened, but he said nothing, only adjusting Tara closer to his chest as though trying to make up for lost time in one fleeting moment.
At the reception, the receptionist handed Ritvika another form, thicker than the first, pages filled with detailed columns. "Please fill this in, ma'am," she said politely.
Before Ritvika could reach for it, "Ritvika will fill it," Vidyut said firmly, his tone leaving no space for argument. Then, softer, almost as if seeking permission, he added, "I'll be back in a minute."
Without waiting for her confusion to settle, he walked toward the fee counter, Tara still in his arms—his shoulders straight, his jaw set, but inside, a thousand emotions churned all at once.
At the fee counter, Vidyut adjusted Tara on his hip as the accountant looked up.
"Sir, admission for which class?" the man asked.
"Pre-nursery," Vidyut replied, his voice firm.
The accountant pulled out a printed chart and slid it across the counter. "This is the breakdown, sir—"
Admission Fee: ?50,000
Registration Charges: ?15,000
Annual Charges: ?35,000
Monthly Tuition Fee: ?12,000 (?1,44,000 for the year)
Transportation Charges (optional): ?5,000 per month (?60,000 for the year)
Vidyut's eyes moved over the sheet once, expression unreadable. He didn't flinch at the numbers. Instead, he slipped out his sleek black card and placed it on the desk.
The accountant glanced up politely. "Sir, would you like to pay the monthly or quarterly fees?"
Vidyut's jaw tightened, his hand pressing the card down with a quiet finality. "The whole year."
The man blinked, surprised, then quickly nodded and began entering the details into the system.
As the machine processed the payment, Vidyut stood straight, Tara still balanced effortlessly in his arm.
She was playing with his tie, giggling to herself, oblivious to the weight of the moment.
To anyone else, it was just a transaction—but for Vidyut Rajvansh, this was more.
This was him claiming, without a single word, that Tara was his.
That her future, her comfort, her security—none of it would ever be left incomplete.
When the accountant finally returned his card with the printed receipt, Vidyut simply tucked it into his wallet, gave a curt nod, and turned back toward the reception desk where Ritvika was filling the form, unaware of the step he had just taken.
At the reception desk, Ritvika was bent over the form, carefully filling in the last details. When she saw Vidyut return, she immediately straightened and handed him the paper.
"Please... check once if I filled everything right," she said softly, her tone cautious.
Vidyut took the form, scanned it thoroughly with those sharp eyes of his, then gave a single approving nod. Without a word, he passed it to the receptionist.
"Sir," the receptionist said, adjusting her spectacles, "you may now pay the admission and registration fee. Once that is done, we'll officially register the child's name."
Vidyut didn't even blink. His voice came low, steady. "Already done."
The receptionist looked up in surprise as he produced the slip from his wallet and placed it neatly on the desk. She nodded, satisfied, and began entering the receipt details.
But Ritvika's eyes widened, her lips parting as though she'd been caught unprepared. She turned to him, her voice calm but full of disbelief. "When did you... pay? And why did you—"
Her words faltered, but Vidyut's gaze met hers, unflinching yet soft in its own way.
"Ritvika," he said quietly, almost like an oath, "you called me here today as Tara's father.
So isn't it my responsibility—my right—to do these things?
I also want to do something for her. And when her father is alive.
.." he paused, his throat tightening before finishing with quiet finality, ". ..then he will do it."
The receptionist, sensing the weight in the air, politely excused herself to fetch the next set of documents, leaving the two of them standing there in a silence that was no longer hostile—just heavy with unspoken emotions.
Ritvika stood silently at the reception counter, her gaze drifting toward Vidyut. His words—"When her father is alive, then he will do it"—still echoed in her ears. For a long moment, she just stared at him, the slip of payment in his hand, the calm conviction in his tone.
And then Roohi's voice slipped into her mind like an echo: "Maybe he isn't that bad, Ritu. Maybe he's trying, in his own way."
Ritvika felt her chest ache not in anger, but in guilt. I lashed out at him... for medicines he bought with my money. But here he is, quietly paying Tara's entire fee without a word. Maybe... maybe Roohi was right.
The formalities ended, and the three of them stepped out of the office. Vidyut adjusted Tara on his arm, his hold steady as always, then spoke in his usual practical tone. "Now we'll have to buy her uniform and books."
Ritvika felt the guilt deepen. He already paid the admission, registration, and full year's fee. And I... I blamed him yesterday for spending on me. What kind of person am I? Swallowing, she forced her voice calm. "I can manage that. You must be busy."
But Vidyut didn't answer her. Instead, he walked a few paces ahead, Tara's tiny arms looped around his neck. Lowering his head close to her, he whispered, almost like a conspirator. "Princess, do you want to be with Dadda?"
Tara's eyes sparkled as she nodded happily.
"Okay..." Vidyut's lips curved faintly, "so I'll give you ice cream. But you'll have to tell your Mumma that you want to be with Dadda. Deal?"
Tara giggled, bouncing in his arms, and nodded with childish enthusiasm. "Yes! Tara stay with Mumma and Dadda!"
Vidyut's chest tightened at her words. Unable to resist, he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, his eyes glistening before he quickly masked it. Then, regaining his composed look, he walked back toward where Ritvika stood waiting.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "What were you both talking about?"
Tara's mouth opened instantly, but Vidyut leaned in close to her ear, murmuring, "Princess secret. No tell Mumma."
The little girl gasped with mock seriousness, nodding quickly. She then turned to Ritvika, her eyes wide with innocence. "Nothing, Mumma."
Ritvika sighed, a half-suspecting look flickering across her face, but she let it go. Her voice turned firm again. "I'll manage the books and uniform, Vidyut. You must be busy."
Before she could say more, Tara suddenly whined dramatically, tightening her little arms around Vidyut's neck. "Noooo, Mummaaa! I stay with Dadda!" she insisted, her voice loud enough to make a couple of parents nearby glance over.
Ritvika tried to reason gently. "Baby, Mumma can do it—"
But Tara only clung tighter, her lower lip jutting out in a practiced pout. "No Mumma! Dadda!"
Ritvika's shoulders slumped, torn between exasperation and helpless fondness. She knew this was one of Tara's moods—once her mind was set, convincing her otherwise was nearly impossible.
Vidyut, behind Tara's head, hid the faintest curl of a smirk. His plan had worked. Smart girl. My lioness always takes my side.
Meanwhile,in the Rajvansh mansion, everyone stood in the hall—Aarush, Hridhaan, Parul, Manisha, and Gaurav—while Lakshay, who had just returned from his business trip, faced them. His calm presence usually held authority, but this time his thundering voice shook everyone.
"Where are Ritvika and Tara?" he asked, his tone sharp, his eyes scanning the room.
The silence that followed was suffocating. Aarush stepped forward hesitantly, stuttering, "Pa...pa—"
But Lakshay's hand shot up, stopping him cold.
"Not you, Aarush," he said firmly, his gaze shifting straight toward Manisha and Parul.
His voice grew heavier. "I left this house in your care when we were away.
You had the responsibility to keep things together.
Instead, you both thought it was right to throw my daughter-in-law out? "
The words lashed through the air like a whip. No one dared breathe too loudly. Manisha's throat tightened, Parul's eyes dropped to the floor, and even Gaurav looked away.
Lakshay took a step closer, his voice still deep but edged with disbelief. "Tell me—what exactly were you both thinking?"
Manisha's voice finally broke through the tense silence, sharp but unsteady.
"Lakshay, you're misunderstanding... I didn't do anything wrong. I only did what I thought was right for this house."
Lakshay's eyes narrowed, his stance unshaken.
"Right? You call throwing my son's wife and daughter out of this house right?"
Her throat bobbed as she tried again, words tumbling out faster now, desperate to justify herself.
"You don't understand the pressure, the situation... there were things happening you don't know about. I was only—only protecting us."
He stepped closer, his presence heavy, almost suffocating.
"Protecting us from what, Manisha? From Ritvika? From a child like Tara? Or from the truth you're too afraid to say aloud?"
Parul shifted uneasily beside her, but Lakshay's focus never left his wife. He studied her face the way only a man who had lived with her for decades could—seeing past the excuses, past the defenses.
Finally, his voice cut low, almost a growl but steady as steel.
"You're not the same Manisha I left behind. Something has definitely happened while I was away. It started the moment Viyana and Atharv came into this house."
His eyes locked with hers, unwavering.
"I know you better than anyone. I know my wife better than anyone. So don't try to fool me, Manisha. Tell me the whole truth."
Lakshay's voice cut through the silence again, harder this time.
"You two—mother and son—don't try to fool me. I know better."
His gaze flicked between Manisha and parul, both suddenly stiff.
"You think I don't see it? I know you've been scheming, both of you.
I've been gone, yes, but I haven't forgotten the people I left behind.
The Manisha I married—the woman who once said Ritvika and Tara were her Lakshmi—that woman would never throw them out, never humiliate them.
And you expect me to believe otherwise?"
Manisha's lips trembled, but no words came out.
Lakshay pressed on, his tone low but razor-sharp.
"And Vidyut—don't think I don't know him either.
I raised that boy for twenty-nine years.
I know exactly who he is, which is why I let him live apart from us.
Why I allowed Ritvika and Tara to stay with him—because despite his flaws, I knew they were safe with him.
So now..." he stepped closer, his presence pressing down like a storm, ".
..tell me what's really happening in this house. What plans are you both playing?"
The weight of his words settled heavy. Aarush shifted uncomfortably, Parul's face paled, and Hridhaan looked from one to another in confusion.
Manisha's eyes brimmed with tears, her hands shaking as she tried to steady her breath. For a moment, she seemed almost ready to collapse under the pressure. And then, with a voice that was barely a whisper yet sliced through the air like a blade, she spoke a single name.
"Siya."
Every face turned toward her, eyes wide, searching for an explanation.
Lakshay narrowed his gaze, his voice calm but dangerous.
"Manisha... why her? Why that girl's name now?" He took a step closer, his tone cutting deeper. "What are you hiding? Tell me."
Her lips quivered as she looked away, tears sliding down her cheeks. Then, brokenly, she whispered again, this time a second name that left everyone rattled.
"Atharv..."
Confusion flickered across the hall. Aarush exchanged a stunned glance with Hridhaan, while Parul pressed her palms together in disbelief.
Lakshay's jaw tightened.
"What are you saying, Manisha? Siya... and Atharv? Why are you bringing those two names together?" His voice cracked with demand. "Speak clearly."
Manisha sobbed harder, clutching her saree's edge in trembling fists. Her voice came out in fragments, but enough to freeze the room.
"Atharv... knows... about Siya..."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Every breath in the hall stilled.
It was Gaurav who finally broke it, stepping forward, his face etched with disbelief.
"What are you saying, bhabhi? How can Atharv know about Siya? That matter... that truth... it was kept only between the Rajvansh family and—"
He stopped himself abruptly, words hanging unfinished, leaving everyone staring at him in shock.
The air in the mansion turned unbearably heavy, the unsaid truth clawing at them, threatening to tear the family apart.
The silence in the mansion felt like a storm about to break.
Manisha's shoulders trembled as she struggled to breathe, her saree clutched in her fists, her tears spilling faster than she could wipe them. Her voice cracked when she finally broke.
"I couldn't... I couldn't protect them..."
Lakshay, who had been staring at her with sharp suspicion, finally softened. He stepped forward, gently holding her arms, lowering his voice.
"Manisha... shhh... sit down. No one here will hurt you. I need you to look at me and tell me everything."
He guided her to the couch, sitting beside her, his hand steadying hers.
She collapsed against him, her sobs echoing in the vast hall.
Aarush shifted uncomfortably, Hridhaan clenched his jaw, and Parul covered her mouth in shock — none of them had seen the usually strong, composed Manisha like this.
Lakshay brushed her tears with his thumb.
"Now... calmly... tell me. What happened? Why did you act this way? Why did you send Ritvika and Tara away?"
Manisha buried her face in her palms before speaking, each word shaking.
"It wasn't my choice, Lakshay. It was never my choice. I was forced."
Lakshay's eyes narrowed, but he didn't interrupt.
"It was Atharv," she whispered, her lips trembling. "He came to me... he knew something... something about Siya. And he used it. He said if I didn't listen, if I didn't push Ritvika away, he would destroy everything."
Everyone froze.
Manisha continued, voice breaking, "He... he said he would ruin Vidyut. That he would strip him of his name, his power, his pride. He said Vidyut was his target... that he wanted to watch him suffer. And for that... he chose Ritvika. He chose Tara."
Her sobs grew harsher. Lakshay wrapped an arm around her shoulders, grounding her.
"I begged him, Lakshay. I asked him why. Why our son? Why this family? And do you know what he said?" Her voice cracked, hollow. "He said—because Vidyut has everything he ever wanted. Respect. Fear. Strength. A family. A home. And he would take it all from him piece by piece."
Parul gasped, covering her mouth. Aarush staggered a step back, his face pale.
Manisha's tears soaked her hands as she continued, "He swore... he swore he would hurt Ritvika... and our little Tara if I stood in his way. He told me to make Ritvika leave Vidyut... to isolate her... or else... or else he would—" She broke down completely, choking on her sobs.
The hall was dead silent, only Manisha's broken sobs echoing against the marble walls. Lakshay held her steady, his face a mask of pain and fury, but his voice gentle.
"You should have told me, Manisha. You should have trusted me."
Her swollen eyes lifted to meet his. "I... I did tell someone, Lakshay. I told Vidyut."
A gasp rippled through the hall. Aarush's eyes widened, Hridhaan stiffened, Parul pressed her hand to her mouth.
Lakshay's brows furrowed. "What?"
"Yes," Manisha whispered, clutching at Lakshay's hand. "Vidyut knows everything. From the beginning."
The room froze.
"Then why?" Aarush burst out, voice breaking. "Why did he act like that with Bhabhi? Why did he let Ritvika bahbhi walk away like this? Why did he make her hate him if he knew everything?"
Manisha turned toward him, her voice trembling but firm.
"Aarush... do you remember the day you said Vidyut didn't even try to stop Ritvika when she was leaving?
You thought he didn't care... but that was the reason.
He didn't want her to suffer. He didn't want to drag her into the fire that Atharv had lit around him.
So he chose to become the villain in her eyes. .. to make her leave on her own."
Aarush's throat bobbed, unable to respond.
Lakshay's sharp voice cut through. "If Vidyut wanted, he could crush Atharv in a second. You know how much power he holds, Manisha. Then why is he entertaining this nonsense? Why let him roam free?"
Manisha's tears spilled faster. She clutched the edge of her dupatta, whispering hoarsely—
"Because Atharv doesn't just hold Vidyut at gunpoint.
.. he has Siya... and Viyana. He has a grip on them, Lakshay.
If Vidyut strikes directly, we might be safe—but not Siya.
Not that poor child, who has already suffered more than any of us can imagine.
Vidyut won't risk her pain again. That's why he's playing this silent war. He has his reasons... he always had."
Her voice lowered further, almost breaking.
"Even that day... the day I didn't give food to Ritvika and Tara.
You all thought I was cruel. Vidyut himself believed my lie when I said I fed them.
But the truth is... Atharv's men were watching even the kitchen.
If I went in and gave food, if I showed them affection openly.
.. Atharv would've noticed. He would've twisted it, used Ritvika and Tara as a weapon.
So I did the unthinkable... I let them believe I was heartless.
To keep them hidden under Vidyut's protection. "
Her chest heaved as she looked at Aarush again.
"Do you see now? That's why he let Ritvika walk away. That's why he didn't stop her. He chose to look like a monster... so she could breathe freely, far from Atharv's shadow."
Her gaze shifted back to Lakshay, trembling.
"You know, Lakshay... after Ritvika left, Atharv also left.
Because he thought now Vidyut was vulnerable.
That destroying Vidyut would destroy Ritvika and Tara too.
But Vidyut didn't let that happen. He made them leave.
.. yes... but it was his plan. He pushed them away to keep them safe. "
Her lips trembled harder, guilt clawing at her.
"After Atharv left, I begged Vidyut... begged him to let me meet Ritvika. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to tell her the truth, to tell her I never hated her. But Vidyut denied me. He said it wasn't safe."
Lakshay's voice was low. "Not safe? Why?"
Manisha broke completely, her sobs filling the silence.
"Because Atharv's eyes were everywhere.
Because if I went to her, Atharv would know where she was.
.. and he would strike. Vidyut kept them hidden, guarded, surrounded by a security even we didn't know about.
He carried it all alone... and I let him. "
Her voice cracked completely, her chest heaving.
"My heart breaks every day, Lakshay... because I know our little Tara thinks her Daadi is cruel. Ritvika believes I don't like her. But it's not true. I adore them both. They are mine as much as Vidyut is. And Ritvika..."
Her voice faltered, softer, her eyes glistening with pain.
"She thinks Vidyut hates her. She thinks he doesn't want her. But you know, Lakshay... you know how much our Vidyut loves he—"