Chapter 23

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ABHIMAAN'S POV

We were on our way to meet my parents, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. It was a big step in our relationship, and I wanted everything to go smoothly. Our past issues had kept me apart from my family for a long time, and this meeting was an attempt to mend our strained relationship.

As we approached my penthouse, I felt a rush of nervousness. I had rarely spoken about my family to Aradhyaa, let alone our issues, but she was there by my side to support me, and I was grateful for that.

My penthouse was a reflection of our affluent background, a world apart from the one Aradhyaa had grown up in. It was a stark contrast, but she had never judged me based on my family's wealth. What mattered to her was our love and the connection we shared.

As we entered my penthouse, I could sense the tension in the air. My father, a stern and imposing figure, stood in the living room, his eyes fixed on me. I could feel the weight of past misunderstandings and unresolved issues in the room. I knew this was going to be a difficult conversation.

Our initial exchange was formal, and the unease was palpable. I was doing my best to reach out, to bridge the gap that had kept us apart for so long. Aradhyaa held my hand, offering silent support, and her presence gave me strength.

The evening had its moments of awkwardness, but also surprising warmth. My mother was more welcoming and tried to mediate between my father and me. It meant the world to me, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude for Aradhyaa and her unwavering support.

The evening was a mix of emotions, a glimpse into the complex dynamics of my family. It was just the beginning of a long journey toward healing and reconciliation. No matter what lay ahead, I knew Aradhyaa and I would face it together. As we left my penthouse that night, hand in hand, I was filled with a renewed sense of hope, ready to confront whatever challenges the future held. This was a testament to the strength of our love and the power of unity.

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