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Atharva's heart raced as he anxiously approached his room, his mind racing with fears about Ruhi. When he stepped inside, the sight that met him was horrifying: Ruhi lay in a disheveled state.
With trembling hands, Atharva moved closer and gently shook her shoulder.
“R... Ruhi, get up,”
he urged, his voice filled with desperation. But Ruhi remained still and silent, her lack of response increasing his fear. He tried again, but there was no reaction. His gaze fell on a hickey on Ruhi's neck, causing a wave of nausea to rise within him.
Summoning all his courage, Atharva placed his fingers on Ruhi's neck to check for a pulse. Relief mixed with fear when he felt a faint heartbeat, but his anxiety didn't subside. He tried once more to rouse her, but she remained unresponsive. He finally saw hickeys on her neck
Panicked, he decided to confront Vikram to find out what had happened.
As Atharva hurried out of the room, he was shocked to see his bua standing there with a sorrowful smile.
“Oh, son, something terrible has happened. I saw what Vikram did to Ruhi. I have proof—look,” she said, holding up her phone.
Atharva stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on the screen. His face flushed red with anger as he saw the video. It showed Ruhi unconscious, and Atharva’s rage intensified. He clenched his fists, struggling to control his fury.
The bua continued with malicious satisfaction, “Look at the kind of girl she is. She’s trapped all the men. A girl like this shouldn’t even be touched—she slee…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Atharva grabbed her arms, his eyes blazing with fury.
“If a single word of this gets out, I swear I’ll kill you,” he threatened in a dangerous tone.
“B-but…” she stammered.
“Take as much money as you want, just keep quiet,” Atharva demanded. She nodded in agreement, her greed outweighing her fear.
In his rage, Atharva smashed the phone on the floor, crushing it under his foot. He picked up the broken pieces and shoved them into his pocket, determined to leave no evidence behind. He glared at his bua, signaling her to remain silent, and she fled in terror.
Atharva, consumed by anger, stormed toward Vikram’s room. Rohan, who had seen the confrontation, followed closely behind. Atharva pounded on the door, and when Vikram opened it, Atharva seized him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
“What did you do to Ruhi? Tell me!” Atharva demanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning with rage.
Vikram laughed mockingly and taunted, “What’s it to you? I had my way with your wife.”
