Rivan sleeping on Devyanis breasts
Hey hiiiii mayawiyans!!!!!!!
Enjoy the peaceful night?????????
Btw did you like the last chapter?
Abe konsa bhang peeke target complete kar rahe ho tumlog itna jldi jldi konsi train jhut Rahi hai Sab Ki??
Zaid smiled politely.
Then extended his hand.
"Good to finally meet you Mr RIVAN Thakur."
RIVAN looked at the offered hand.
Then at Zaid.
Then back at the hand.
Finally he took it.
The handshake lasted exactly three seconds.
Three very dangerous seconds.
Because the moment their hands met
RIVAN squeezed.
Hard.
Very hard.
Enough to make most people wince.
Enough to make most businessmen immediately let go.
But Zaid didn't.
His smile never disappeared.
Not even slightly.
Instead he calmly matched the pressure.
Just enough.
Just for a moment.
Then he casually pulled his hand back.
Still smiling.
Still relaxed.
As if nothing had happened.
The silent battle ended.
Nobody spoke about it.
But everyone saw it.
Especially Aradhya.
Who immediately whispered,
"Oh my God."
Payal grabbed her arm.
"Stop enjoying this."
"I physically can't."
Meanwhile Zaid turned toward Devyani.
His face instantly softened.
"Anyway, baby."
There it was again.
That word.
That cursed word.
RIVAN's jaw clenched.
"We have a lot to talk about."
Devyani smiled.
"A lot."
"And I have so many things to tell you."
Without hesitation, Zaid reached for her hand.
And Devyani placed her hand in his naturally.
Comfortably.
Like she had done it a hundred times before.
Then together they started walking away.
Talking.
Laughing.
Completely unaware of the destruction left behind.
Or perhaps
Devyani was very aware.
No one could tell.
RIVAN's eyes followed them.
Every step.
Every laugh.
Every smile.
For a brief second
he looked ready to walk after them.
Then suddenly
Reyansh stepped directly into his path.
The atmosphere changed immediately.
The smile vanished from Reyansh's face.
Only seriousness remained.
"You came here for business."
Silence.
RIVAN looked at him.
Reyansh didn't move.
"And that's the only reason you're standing inside this villa."
Still silence.
"I'm not allowing you into my house."
The words were calm.
But firm.
Very firm.
"Not yet."
For a few seconds neither man spoke.
Neither moved.
The entire garden became silent.
Because everyone knew this wasn't really about the villa.
Or business.
Or rules.
This was about trust.
Trust RIVAN had broken.
Trust he still needed to earn back.
Finally
RIVAN looked away.
No arguments.
No threats.
No anger.
Which shocked everyone more than if he had exploded.
He simply adjusted his watch.
Calmed himself.
Controlled himself.
Then nodded once.
A small nod.
Almost unnoticeable.
And turned around.
The family watched silently as he walked back toward the car.
Not rushing.
Not reacting.
Just leaving.
But nobody noticed the way his hand tightened into a fist the moment his back faced everyone.
Nobody noticed the effort it took.
Because for perhaps the first time in his life
RIVAN Thakur wanted something.
And couldn't simply take it.
.
.
.
.
The moment they entered her room, the cheerful smile on Devyani's face started fading.
The door closed behind them.
And suddenly all the energy she had been carrying since morning disappeared.
Zaid noticed it immediately.
Of course he did.
He had known her long enough to recognize the difference between a real smile and a forced one.
He quietly placed his phone on the table and turned toward her.
For a few seconds he simply watched her.
Then sighed.
"Come on, Devyani."
His voice softened.
"Now tell me."
She avoided his eyes.
Immediately.
Which told him everything.
Zaid stepped closer.
"What happened?"
Nothing.
No answer.
He folded his arms.
"This smile isn't reaching your eyes."
That was it.
The final thread holding her together snapped.
Completely.
Her face crumpled.
The smile disappeared.
And suddenly tears started falling.
One after another.
Without warning.
Without control.
Zaid's expression immediately changed.
"Woh..."
He rushed forward.
"Hey..."
But before he could finish
she broke down.
Years of emotions.
Years of waiting.
Years of pretending she was okay.
Everything came crashing down at once.
She covered her face.
Trying to stop.
Trying to breathe.
Trying to control herself.
But she couldn't.
The tears refused to stop.
And somehow that made her cry even harder.
Zaid instantly guided her toward the bed.
"Come here."
Gently.
Carefully.
Like she was something fragile.
He made her sit down.
Then crouched in front of her.
"Hey."
Nothing.
Only tears.
"Hey, bacha."
Still nothing.
"Look at me."
She couldn't.
The moment she looked at him, another sob escaped.
Her shoulders started shaking.
And Zaid's worry increased.
A lot.
Because this wasn't normal crying.
This was the kind of crying people do after holding everything inside for too long.
Far too long.
"Common,Devyani."
He softly brushed her hair away from her face.
"Stop crying."
That only made her cry harder.
Minutes passed.
Tears continued falling.
And finally
when she couldn't hold herself together anymore
she leaned forward.
Straight into him.
Zaid immediately wrapped his arms around her.
Without hesitation.
Without questions.
Just comfort.
Just support.
Exactly what she needed.
Devyani hugged him tightly.
Almost desperately.
Like she was afraid she'd fall apart otherwise.
And Zaid simply held her.
One hand rubbing her back.
The other resting on her head.
Letting her cry.
Letting her breathe.
Letting her release everything.
Then finally
through broken breaths and hiccups
she whispered,
"Zaid..."
"Hmm?"
Her fingers tightened around his shirt.
And fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
"It's paining."
The words came out broken.
Small.
Fragile.
"It's paining a lot."
A hiccup interrupted her.
Another tear fell.
Then another.
And Zaid closed his eyes.
Because he finally understood.
This wasn't about graduation.
Or London.
Or studies.
Or the future.
This was about the man who had walked back into her life after two years.
The man she claimed not to care about.
The man she kept arguing with.
The man she kept pushing away.
And somehow
the man who still lived inside the parts of her heart she couldn't control.
So Zaid didn't interrupt.
Didn't lecture.
Didn't ask questions.
He simply held her closer.
And let her cry.
Because sometimes the strongest people aren't looking for solutions.
They're just looking for a safe place to break.
Devyani remained in Zaid's arms for a long moment.
Her breathing was uneven.
The tears had slowed down, but they hadn't stopped completely.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand and laughed bitterly.
"He..."
Her voice cracked.
"He just came back like nothing happened."
Zaid stayed silent.
Letting her speak.
Because he knew she needed it.
"Am I a thing to him?"
Fresh tears gathered in her eyes.
"Whenever he wants, he leaves."
She looked away.
"And whenever he wants, he comes back."
Another laugh escaped her lips.
A painful one.
"Is that how it works?"
The room fell silent.
"Two years, Zaid."
Her fingers tightened around the blanket.
"Two years."
"He didn't call."
"He didn't message."
"He didn't meet me."
Her voice lowered.
"And now suddenly he's here."
The hurt she had buried for so long was finally coming out.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
"He talks like nothing happened."
"He calls me kitten like nothing happened."
"He smiles like nothing happened."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"But something did happen."
Her hand moved toward her chest.
"Here."
"It happened here."
Zaid's expression softened.
Because for the first time she wasn't speaking with anger.
She was speaking with pain.
Real pain.
The kind people hide behind smiles.
Then quietly he asked,
"But why are you crying for him?"
Devyani froze.
The question hit harder than expected.
Zaid continued gently.
"Do you want to go back to him?"
Silence.
The room became completely still.
For the first time since she started crying
she had no answer.
Not a single one.
Because she didn't know.
Or perhaps she knew and didn't want to admit it.
Either way
the silence spoke volumes.
Zaid looked at her for a few seconds.
Then smiled.
A small smile.
A protective smile.
"Okay."
He stood up.
"We'll leave that topic."
Devyani blinked.
"What?"
"Enough crying."
He pointed toward her face.
"You look horrible."
Her mouth fell open.
"ZAID!"
"What?"
"I was emotionally breaking down."
"And now you're emotionally ugly."
Devyani grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
The pillow hit him directly.
Zaid pretended to be injured.
"Violence."
"Good."
"Abuse."
"Deserved."
The atmosphere lightened instantly.
Exactly what he wanted.
Then suddenly he clapped his hands.
"I know the solution."
Devyani narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"What?"
A dramatic grin appeared on his face.
"Ice cream."
The transformation was immediate.
Her eyes lit up.
Actually lit up.
Like someone had switched on a bulb.
Zaid pointed accusingly.
"There she is."
Devyani tried to act serious.
Failed.
Completely.
"You want ice cream?"
He folded his arms.
"You want ice cream."
She looked away.
"I mean..."
"Exactly."
A smile slowly appeared on her face.
Then another.
Until finally she laughed.
A real laugh.
The first genuine one since entering the room.
Zaid felt relieved.
Because that was the Devyani he knew.
Not the crying one.
Not the broken one.
The stubborn one.
The dramatic one.
The ice-cream-loving one.
Before leaving, they sat together for a while longer.
Talking.
Discussing life.
Her graduation.
Future plans.
Work opportunities.
Funny memories.
Everything except RIVAN.
And gradually
the heaviness inside her chest became lighter.
Not gone.
Never gone.
But lighter.
Enough to breathe again.