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Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 1...
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VEER POV: -
The dining room feels like a pressure cooker, and I'm caught in its simmering tension. Beside me, Inayat picks at her food, her gaze distant. Aman's presence—unexpected and unwelcome—adds to the unease.
"Anjali Bua," Niya's voice cuts through the strained air, "you didn't tell us that Sana has a boyfriend." Bua's response is cryptic, hinting at more secrets. "That's not the only thing I didn't tell you," she says, her gaze steady.
"What is it, Anjali?" Dad's question hangs heavy. And then she drops the bomb—a revelation that stuns everyone. "I am re-marrying," Bua announces, her words echoing like a distant thunderclap.
Dadu's shock is palpable. "What are you saying, Anjali?" he protests. But Bua stands her ground. "I've made this decision for my Sana," she insists. "She needs a father's love too. You can't stop me, Papa. Remember when you asked me to marry that man? I did—even though I liked someone else. But not now. Not when I know my daughter's future isn't secure."
Dad's anger flares. "Who is he?" he demands. Bua's reply is matter-of-fact, yet it drops like a boulder into the room. "Manish Batra." The name reverberates, and I glance at Inayat. Her expression mirrors my own—shock, disbelief, and a storm of emotions.
She wants to marry the person who tried to kill Inayat.
I decided to let the elders handle this matter. I retreat to my room, hoping to find Inayat there, but she's nowhere to be found. "Cupcake?" I call out, but there's no response. I check the bathroom, but it's empty. "Inayat?" I called again. "I'm on the balcony," comes her voice from outside.
The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow upon the balcony—the same balcony where Inayat stood, her gaze lost in the night. I approached her, my footsteps muffled by the soft breeze.
Inayat leaning against the railing, lost in thought. I stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She leans back into me. "What are you thinking?" I ask. "Nothing," she replies.
I press her for an answer, and she finally sighs and reveals that she saw the same person who was there when the accident took place. "Your accident?" I ask, and she shakes her head. "The accident when I was eight," she clarifies.
"Do you remember his face?" I ask. "I'm not that sure, but if he comes in front of me, I'll definitely recognize him," she says. "Don't worry, the police are doing their work. We will find that person soon," I reassure her, hugging her tightly. I swear to myself that once that person is caught, I'll make sure he pays for what he's done.
