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.Chapter-36.Confession.

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Teri aankhon mein bas jaane ka dil karta hai,tere hothon ko chhoone ka dil karta hai,tujhe khud apna banane ka dil karta hai,tere saath zindagi bitane ka dil karta hai.

Ashwin's pov:

As the nurse's words sank in, I felt a rush of emotions— disbelief, and a touch of anxiety. Beside me, Viyaan's teasing grin only added to the surrealness of the moment. "Looks like congratulations are in order, bhai," he said, nudging me playfully. But his words only served to deepen my shock.

Viyaan's teasing was relentless, his playful demeanor contrasting sharply with the gravity of the situation. "Well, well, well, bhai," he began, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Looks like you've got some explaining to do as well." he again added "You guys were like Cat and dog! but this woah- I am going to be uncle!"

I shot him a warning glance, my own shock still palpable. "Viyaan, now is not the time for jokes," I replied tersely, my tone conveying the seriousness of the situation.

But Viyaan was undeterred, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Come on, bhai, spill the beans," he persisted, unable to resist the opportunity to poke fun at my expense. "How'd you manage to pull this one off without even trying?"

I rolled my eyes, exasperated by his relentless teasing. "Viyaan, it's not what you think," I insisted, my patience wearing thin. "Anshika and I... we haven't..." I struggled to find the right words, my mind still grappling with the shock of the news.

Viyaan's teasing expression softened, replaced by a more sympathetic understanding. "I get it, bhai," he said quietly, his playful demeanor giving way to a more thoughtful tone. "It's a lot to take in."

As we lapsed into a thoughtful silence

"Viyaan, I... I never..." I stammered, struggling to find the right words to express the sheer disbelief coursing through me. "We never..." I trailed off, my mind reeling at the implications of the nurse's revelation.

Viyaan's teasing expression melted into one of genuine surprise and shock as my words sank in. "Wait, you mean... you two never..." he began, his eyes widening in astonishment.

I shook my head, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events. "No, Viyaan, we never... I mean, we haven't..." I struggled to articulate the truth, the reality of the situation still sinking in. Despite our close relationship, the idea of fatherhood had never crossed my mind until now.

"Whose child is this?" Viyaan said with shock.

"Vikram..."

Viyaan's expression shifted from playful teasing to genuine concern as he processed my words. "Vikram?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "But... how?"

I shook my head, feeling the weight of the revelation pressing down on me. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't know."

The implications of what I had just learned were staggering. Anshika, unconscious in the hospital room, was carrying Vikram's child – a fact that filled me with a mix of anger, confusion, and profound sadness. How could this have happened? What had Vikram done to her?

Viyaan's eyes reflected my own turmoil as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "We have to do something," he said finally, his voice firm with resolve. "We can't let Vikram get away with this."

I nodded, a steely determination settling over me. "We won't," I vowed, my jaw set with determination. "I'll make sure of it."

"What about Bhabhi?"