Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance

His secret

Arhaan's P.O.V

As I listened to Mishti recounting her ordeal, a surge of anger boiled within me. How could they have treated her so cruelly? The thought of Vishakha's mother laying a hand on Mishti filled me with a rage I had never known. I vowed in that moment that I wouldn't let them get away with it, neither the mother nor the daughter.

While Mishti drifted into sleep in my arms, I couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness. She looked so fragile, yet her spirit was unbreakable. I gently laid her down on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable before stepping away.

"Bhai! Bhabhi!" Vansh's voice broke through my thoughts, his eyes filled with tears.

I moved towards him, concern etched on my face. "Vansh, she will be alright," I reassured him, though my own doubts lingered.

"Who's that?" Arav's voice joined in, his curiosity evident.

"Vishakha's mother," I replied, my tone firm. "Find out everything you can about her," I instructed Arav, knowing that uncovering her background might provide some answers.

Arav nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

With Vansh preparing for Mishti's discharge, I found myself alone with her once again. Sitting beside her, I gently ran my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe away the pain and fear that lingered in her subconscious.

As I watched her sleep, a fierce determination surged within me. I wouldn't rest until justice was served, until the perpetrators of her suffering faced the consequences of their actions. Mishti deserved nothing less than that, and I would make sure she got it.

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The next morning, Mishti's condition seemed to have improved slightly. Her peaceful face as she slept brought a small sense of relief to my troubled mind. Vansh was busy making arrangements for her discharge, and Arav was diligently gathering information about Vishakha's mother.

I sat by Mishti's bedside, lost in thought. The events of the past few days replayed in my mind like a relentless storm. How could anyone be so heartless as to harm her, especially someone she had considered a friend?

Suddenly, Mishti stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. I leaned in closer, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of her waking up.

"Mishti," I whispered softly, reaching for her hand. "How are you feeling?"

She blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light of the room. "Arhaan," she murmured, her voice still groggy from sleep. "I... I'm okay."

A wave of relief washed over me at her words. "You had us all worried," I admitted, my voice filled with emotion.

Mishti managed a weak smile. "I'm sorry," she said, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and gratitude. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

I shook my head, gently squeezing her hand. "You haven't caused any trouble, Mishti. If anything, it's those who hurt you who are to blame."

Her expression turned somber, and I could see the weight of her trauma bearing down on her. "Arhaan, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. "We're going to make sure they pay for what they've done," I vowed, my tone resolute. "No one gets away with hurting you, Mishti. Not now, not ever."

As she nodded in understanding, I knew that our journey towards justice was only just beginning. But with Mishti by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, we would overcome this ordeal, and emerge stronger than ever before.