𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝚰𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 (𝐑𝐄𝐕𝚰𝐒𝐄𝐃)

Chapter 23

By God’s grace, Vaishnavi and Abhishek decided to check on Siddharth.

They rushed into his room—and froze.

Siddharth was lying on the floor, clutching his head, groaning in pain.

“Chote!” Abhishek shouted, panic ripping through his voice as he dropped to his knees beside him.
“His meds—Vaishnavi, get his medicine!” he ordered, trying to lift Siddharth gently.

“Yes—wait,” she said breathlessly, already digging through his bag. She found the medicines, rushed back, and carefully helped him take them.

Just then, Avneet and Rohan burst into the room, drawn by the shouting.

“What happened? Is everything alright?” Rohan asked, eyes darting between them.

“He collapsed,” Vaishnavi said. “Looks like his headaches are back.”

Avneet immediately knelt in front of him. Her voice softened.
“Sid… are you okay?”

He shook his head weakly—and then, without warning, pulled her into a tight hug.

“Avneet,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m so confused. Why do you keep appearing in my visions? Why you?”

Avneet froze.

Her heart pounded as memories threatened to spill out—memories of laughter, childhood, closeness. The last time she tried to tell him the truth, the weight of it had made him faint.

She looked at Abhishek and Vaishnavi.

They said nothing. They let her decide.

“I…” she hesitated, then spoke carefully. “I don’t have all the answers. Just know that we shared a connection—long ago. Years back.”

Vaishnavi let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Siddharth clung to Avneet like a lost child.
“I feel so safe with you,” he murmured.

Vaishnavi, Abhishek, and Rohan couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight.

Avneet gently caressed his hair.
“It’s okay. You have me. Always.”

After a few minutes, Siddharth loosened his grip and wiped his tears.

“I think… we should go to the mandap,” Abhishek said, checking his phone. “Ashi’s mom just texted me.”

Avneet picked up the sehra and carefully placed it on Siddharth’s head.

Abhishek and Vaishnavi hugged him tightly.
Rohan hugged him too—and for once, Siddharth hugged him back without hesitation, without walls.

As they were from the groom’s side, they escorted Siddharth toward the mandap, walking closely behind him. The sound of shehnai filled the air.

Ashi was already seated, her ghunghat pulled low, hiding her face from the world.

The moment Siddharth sat beside her, she lifted the veil slightly, desperate to steal a glimpse of him—but before she could, her mother stepped forward and stopped her with a sharp look. Ashi lowered the veil again, her fingers curling into her lehenga.