Meet Thakur Rudra Pratap Singh, a 35-year-old man who heads the powerful Mandawa Thakur family, known for their historical dominance. Despite being immensely wealthy and influential, his heart is hardened due to internal family conflicts, turning hi...
Paridhi stormed off, her mind racing with thoughts.
"I don't owe anyone anything. Just like he helped me that day, I returned the favor today. We're even now."
Her footsteps quickened as she spotted Kanak waiting for her. Kanak’s gaze landed on the bowl in Paridhi’s hand, and a relieved sigh escaped her lips.
Paridhi forced a small smile, softening the tension in the air. She didn’t want Kanak to sense the storm brewing inside her.
"Let’s eat quickly and leave from here," Paridhi said, her voice calm but her heart still restless.
As they stepped out, Paridhi accidentally collided with someone. The impact made her stumble slightly, and she instinctively turned back to apologize, only to find that the person had also turned to face her.
"Sorry," they said simultaneously.
But as their eyes met, both froze, rooted to the spot in complete shock.
Paridhi froze, her gaze locking onto the man in front of her. Her breath hitched, her chest tightening as a flood of emotions surged through her. She couldn’t look away.
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And neither could he.
The man stood still, his expression shifting to something unspoken, unreadable.
Kanak, standing beside her, looked between the two of them, equally stunned by the sudden encounter. She gently placed her hand on Paridhi's shoulder, snapping her out of her trance.
Paridhi blinked, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She took a hesitant step forward, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Won’t you come home?" she asked softly, her tone laced with pain.
She watched as his expression hardened, his emotions hidden behind the dark goggles he wore, making it impossible for her to read him.
Paridhi’s voice broke slightly as she continued, desperation creeping into her tone.
"It’s been so many years since you’ve come here. Won’t you meet Papa? He remembers you every single day. Please... come home," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
For a moment, there was a flicker—an almost imperceptible hesitation. But then his jaw tightened, and he turned his back to her without a word. The silent rejection hit her like a blow, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Kanak, noticing her distress, interjected firmly. "Let's go, Paridhi. Don’t waste your time on someone who doesn’t care." She took Paridhi’s hand, pulling her away from the scene.
Paridhi cast one last glance at him, her heart heavy, before walking away with Kanak.
After they disappeared from sight, the man turned back, his eyes following where they had gone. His expression was unreadable, his clenched fists the only sign of the storm raging within.
