CHAPTER 35 [AAROHI LOVE]
The car finally stops outside Singhania Mansion.
Both step out.
Silently.
Heavy tension still following them.
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As soon as Aarohi enters the mansion—
Everyone rushes toward her.
Worried.
Anxious.
Sana reaches her first.
Immediately hugs her tightly.
“Aarohi… tu theek hai na, baccha?”
(Aarohi… are you okay, sweetheart?)
Aarohi nods softly.
“Haan…”
(Yes…)
But her face says otherwise.
She looks exhausted.
Drained.
Emotionally shattered.
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Anjali walks closer.
Concern visible on her face.
“Pehle jaake fresh ho jao…”
(First go and freshen up…)
Her voice gentle.
“Uske baad baat karenge.”
(We’ll talk after that.)
Aarohi nods.
And quietly walks upstairs.
Toward her room.
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But just as expected—
Vihaan follows.
The moment she enters—
He enters too.
And closes the door behind him.
Click.
Locked.
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Aarohi turns around.
Already irritated.
Already tired.
Vihaan looks at her.
Arms folded.
Eyes fixed.
“Ab kya jawab dogi mujhe?”
(So what answer will you give me now?)
Aarohi frowns.
“Kis baat ka?”
(About what?)
Vihaan steps closer.
“Jo tumne kiya.”
(What you did.)
Aarohi crosses her arms.
Coldly.
“Aur agar kiya bhi…”
(And even if I did…)
“Tumhe kya farak padta hai?”
(Why do you care?)
Her words land harder than expected.
But Vihaan doesn’t step back.
Instead—
He says firmly—
“Padta hai farak.”
(I do care.)
A pause.
His voice lowers.
“Biwi ho tum meri.”
(You are my wife.)
He looks directly into her eyes.
“Mujhe nahi padega to kisko padega?”
(If I won’t care, then who will?)
And then—
Without hesitation—
“Pyaar karta hoon main tumse, Aarohi.”
(I love you, Aarohi.)
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Everything stops.
For her.
Literally.
Her breathing hitches.
Her body goes still.
Eyes fixed on him.
Like she heard something impossible.
Something absurd.
After a few seconds—
A bitter smile appears on her lips.
“Jhooth.”
(Lie.)
Just one word.
Sharp enough to cut.
Vihaan immediately responds—
“Jhooth nahi.”
(Not a lie.)
Aarohi laughs softly.
But there’s pain in it.
“If you loved me…”
(Agar pyaar karte…)
“Toh aise zabardasti shaadi nahi karte.”
(You wouldn’t have forced this marriage.)
Her eyes start filling slightly.
“But every single thing with you is force.”
(Har cheez ke liye tum sirf zabardasti karte ho.)
Vihaan’s expression hardens.
“Maine pehle tumhe pyaar se samjhaya tha.”
(I tried talking to you nicely first.)
His voice rises slightly—
“Mana tumne kiya tha.”
(You were the one who refused.)
Aarohi stares at him.
Unbelieving.
“Tumne ek chhoti si galti ko lekar itna sab kar diya.”
(You made all this chaos over one small mistake.)
That sentence—
Breaks whatever control she had left.
Her expression changes instantly.
Pain.
Anger.
Disbelief.
“Tumhari nazar mein wo chhoti si galti thi?”
(In your eyes, that was a small mistake?)
She steps closer.
Eyes locked with his.
“Wahi galti…”
(That same mistake…)
Her voice cracks—
“Tumne meri puri zindagi barbaad kar di.”
(Ruined my entire life.)
A pause.
Her eyes glisten.
“Ab samajh aayi baat?”
(Do you understand now?)
Silence.
Heavy.
Brutal.
Before Vihaan can say anything—
Aarohi turns around.
And walks straight into the washroom.
Door shuts.
Leaving Vihaan outside.
Alone.
With her words.
Flashback
Days kept passing…
But nothing changed.
Aarohi kept following Vihaan—
Every corridor.
Every break.
Every chance she got.
But Vihaan?
He never even looked at her properly.
Ignored.
Every single time.
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“Hi… Vihaan…”
(Hii… Vihaan…)
No response.
“Ek minute baat karni thi…”
(I wanted to talk for a minute…)
He walks away.
Like she doesn’t even exist.
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This wasn’t once.
Not twice.
But every day.
And slowly—
It started affecting her.
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Classroom…
“Aarohi! What is this behavior?”
The teacher’s voice echoes.
“You were the topper of this class!”
Aarohi stands silent.
Head down.
“Focus kahan hai tumhara?”
(Where is your focus?)
No answer.
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Days later…
Result day.
Aarohi stands in front of the notice board.
Her eyes scanning.
And then—
They stop.
55.
Her hands go cold.
Because she knows—
She always scored above 90.
Always.
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Home…
Her mom snatches the report.
“Yeh kya hai, Aarohi? 55?”
(What is this, Aarohi? 55?)
Her voice filled with anger.
“Sharam aa rahi hai ya nahi?”
(Aren’t you ashamed?)
Aarohi stays quiet.
Not a single word.
And then—
Slap.
“Jawab do!”
(Answer me!)
Another slap.
Tears fall—
But she still says nothing.
Because what would she even say?
That she forgot everything…
For someone—
Who doesn’t even care?
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Night…
Her father comes home.
Sees her sitting quietly.
Eyes swollen.
He understands.
Without asking much.
“Aao idhar…”
(Come here…)
He pulls her into a hug.
“Koi baat nahi, beta…”
(It’s okay, beta…)
“New school hai na… dheere dheere sab theek ho jayega.”
(It’s a new school… things will get better slowly.)
Aarohi closes her eyes.
That one hug—
Felt like home.
Because for her father—
She was everything.
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College again…
Girls everywhere.
Whispering.
Looking.
Smiling.
Because Vihaan Singhania—
Was everyone’s crush.
Handsome.
Topper.
Sports captain.
Perfect.
But Aarohi?
She wasn’t just a fan.
She was obsessed.
On another level.
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She stopped noticing anything else.
No studies.
No surroundings.
No self.
Only him.
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She started changing herself.
The way he liked.
The things he liked.
The food he preferred—
She would bring it from home.
Carefully packed.
Every day.
And offer it to him.
“Yeh tumhare liye…”
(This is for you…)
But he never took it.
Not once.
Not even a glance.
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Sana tried stopping her.
“Aarohi, please… bas kar.”
(Aarohi, please… stop this.)
“Wo aisa nahi hai.”
(He’s not like that.)
But Aarohi never listened.
Because for her—
It wasn’t just liking.
It was something deeper.
Blinding.
Consuming.
And slowly—
She was losing herself in it.
Without even realizing—
That the person she was chasing…
Never turned back.
Sorry for late update.
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