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.Chapter-49. End

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Tere bina zindagi mein koi bhi rang nahi,
tumhare saath ho toh har pal ek nayi umang hai,
tumhi ho meri zindagi ka asli maza,
tumhi ho meri duniya ki sabse badi khushi.

Author's pov:

Ashwin collapsed to his knees, his entire body trembling as the weight of everything came crashing down. The rage, the grief, the guilt—it all poured out of him in a torrent of uncontrollable sobs. He buried his face in his hands, the tears streaming down his cheeks as the enormity of Ashlyn's absence struck him like a force he couldn't withstand. The strong, vengeful façade he had maintained shattered in that moment, leaving only a broken man.

Vikram and Viyaan rushed to his side immediately, pulling him into their arms, trying to console him. "Ashwin," Vikram murmured, his voice low and gentle. "You're not alone in this. We're here. We're all here."

Ashwin didn't respond at first, his body still racked with sobs, his fingers digging into the floor as if he could anchor himself there. The rest of the family slowly gathered around him—his parents, Dadu, Noha—each of them watching in silent anguish, not knowing how to heal the raw, open wound that had torn through Ashwin's heart.

Dadu, though still shaken from the earlier events, placed a trembling hand on Ashwin's shoulder. "Beta," he said softly, his own voice filled with emotion, "it wasn't your fault. You did what you could. You loved her in the end, even if it was too late. We all saw it."

Ashwin finally lifted his head, his eyes red and swollen, his face streaked with tears. "I didn't... I didn't realize how much I cared for her until she was gone," he whispered, his voice broken. "We didn't even want to be together. We fought, we hated each other... but now... now I can't stop thinking about her."

Noha knelt beside him, her own eyes filled with tears as she reached out to hold his hand. "It's alright," she said gently. "We are with you bhai"

Ashwin's breath hitched, and for a moment, he hesitated. But then, as if the floodgates had been opened, the memory came rushing back. With tears still glistening in his eyes, he began to speak, his voice soft but filled with a deep, aching regret.

"It was before the marriage... before everything. We didn't know each other then," he started, his voice trembling. "I was out on the road, heading to meet some clients. It was a normal day, I didn't think much of it. But then... I saw her."

He paused, his chest heaving with emotion. "She was helping these kids who had been stranded on the street. They looked so helpless, and she—she was doing everything she could for them. But I—I didn't see what was happening at first. I was on the phone, arguing with someone. I was angry, frustrated... and I said something I didn't mean. I didn't even notice she was nearby."

Ashwin closed his eyes, the memory still fresh and painful. "I said, 'You freaking jerk! How dare you do that? Let them die!' But I wasn't talking about the kids. It was about something completely different, but Ashlyn... she overheard me. And she thought... she thought I was talking about her and those kids."

The family listened in stunned silence as Ashwin's words hung in the air.

"She stormed over to me, furious. She called me every name in the book, accused me of being heartless, of wanting to let those children die. She didn't know... she didn't understand. I tried to explain, but she wouldn't listen. She thought I was this awful person, and I couldn't blame her. The way I was acting... she had every right to believe that."

He wiped at his eyes, his voice thick with emotion. "That was our first meeting. We hated each other from that moment on. And then... the proposal came. Our families pushed us together, even though neither of us wanted it. We fought, we argued... and now... now she's gone."