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.Chapter-37. The Chilling Words.

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Chupke se aakar is dil mein utar jaate ho,saanson mein apni khushboo chhod jaate ho,kuch aur nahi aata tumhe pyar karne ke siwa, zindagi ko tum meri khubsurat bana jaate ho.

Ashwin's pov:

We made our way to the car, Viyaan taking the driver's seat while I settled into the passenger side. As we pulled away from the hospital, the weight of the day's events began to settle in.

The drive home was filled with a mix of silence and sporadic conversation. We talked about the happier times before everything had become so complicated—family dinners, vacations, and the simple joy of spending time together without the shadow of danger looming over us.

"Remember that trip to Shimla?" Viyaan asked, a wistful smile crossing his face. "We were so carefree back then."

I nodded, a similar smile touching my lips. "Yeah, those were good times. It feels like a lifetime ago."

We lapsed into silence again, each lost in our thoughts. The journey seemed both endless and too short, the road stretching out ahead of us and bringing us back to a reality that felt almost surreal.

Finally, the car came to a stop in front of the mansion. We stepped out, and to our surprise, the entire family was gathered there. I turned to Viyaan, raising an eyebrow. "Were they supposed to come today?"

Viyaan shook his head, equally puzzled. "No, I didn't know they were coming."

I sighed, knowing we had to be careful about what we said. "Alright, let's not mention anything about Anshika or Vikram right now. We'll figure out the best way to handle this later."

Just then, Sai, our little cousin, came running towards us, her face lighting up with pure joy. "Ashwin Bhaiya! Viyaan Bhaiya!" she cried, wrapping her small arms around our legs in a tight hug.

I bent down, lifting her into my arms. "Hey, Sai! How's my favorite girl?"

She giggled, her laughter like a balm to my frayed nerves. "I'm good, Bhaiya! We missed you!"

We made our way inside, where the rest of the family greeted us warmly. Despite the heavy burden on my mind, seeing their smiling faces brought a small measure of comfort. Mom was in the kitchen, as usual, preparing a meal that filled the house with delicious aromas. Dad was in the living room, reading a newspaper but he looked up and smiled as we entered.

"Boys, it's good to have you back," Dad said, folding the paper and setting it aside. "How's everything?"

I forced a smile, trying to keep the conversation light. "Everything's fine, Dad. Just been busy with work."

Viyaan and I exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to keep up appearances for now. I turned to him and said, "Go freshen up. We'll leave in exactly 30 minutes."

He nodded and dashed to his room, understanding the urgency. As I was about to head to my own room, I heard Dadu call my name. I knew he would ask about Anshika, and I wasn't ready to discuss it just yet.

"Dadu, can we talk about this later? I need to freshen up first," I said quickly, not giving him a chance to respond. His eyes showed concern, but he nodded reluctantly.

I dashed to my room and headed straight for the shower.

As I stood under the stream of cold water, I let the icy droplets wash over me, feeling them penetrate the layers of tension and fatigue that had built up throughout the day. Each drop seemed to carry away a fragment of the stress and worry that had been weighing me down, leaving me feeling lighter, more refreshed.