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.Chapter-50. The Kiss!

4100+ words

Tere bina guzra har ek pal ek sadi ke barabar tha,Aaj jab tu wapas aayi hai, toh jaise zindagi ek nayi roshni se bhar gayi hai.Tere bina, har khushi adhoori thi,Aaj phir se tu mere saath hai, toh jaise saari duniya hi khushiyon se bhar gayi hai

Author's pov:

Two months had passed since Yuvan's arrest, and life had slowly begun to return to a semblance of normalcy for Ashwin and his family. The once turbulent household, filled with anger, grief, and sorrow, now brimmed with quiet conversations, shared meals, and a sense of calm that had eluded them for so long.

Ashwin and Vikram had thrown themselves into their work, using the pain of the past to fuel their success. Their business, once rattled by Yuvan's schemes, had emerged stronger than ever. The two of them, now business partners, had built an empire together, using their combined intelligence and charm to rise to the top. In just two months, they had transformed their company into one of the most successful in the region.

They were constantly in the spotlight. Magazine covers, newspaper headlines, and interviews with major media outlets hailed them as the business world's most dynamic duo. Their impeccable style, sharp minds, and undeniable charisma made them the perfect team—always famous, always admired. They were seen as the epitome of what it meant to be successful, a perfect combination of brains and charm.

But beneath the polished veneer, there was still an unspoken void that lingered. Anshika's absence was a silent presence that clung to Ashwin's heart like a shadow.

Every success, every accomplishment, was tinged with the bittersweet memory of the woman who should have been by his side to share it with him.

Ashwin's office, for all its grandeur, still held little traces of her. On some days, as he sat at his desk, his mind would drift back to moments with her—her laughter echoing in his ears, her scent lingering faintly in his memories. He could picture her sitting across from him, teasing him about some business decision or scolding him playfully for working too late.

It was in these quiet moments, between meetings and conference calls, that Ashwin felt her absence most acutely. There were times when he would catch himself smiling at something she once said, only for the smile to fade as the reality of her loss settled back into his chest.

One evening, after a long day of meetings, Ashwin and Vikram sat together in Ashwin's office, enjoying a rare moment of quiet. The two men had grown even closer over the past months, their bond strengthened not just by business, but by the shared grief and responsibility of carrying on after Anshika's death.

"Can you believe how far we've come?" Vikram asked, leaning back in his chair and glancing out of the window at the city skyline. "Feels like only yesterday everything was falling apart."

Ashwin nodded, his gaze distant. "Yeah. We've built something incredible, Vikram. But there's always that part of me that wonders what it would've been like if she were here."

Vikram looked at him, his expression softening. "I know. She's missed every day, Ashwin. Not just by you, but by all of us. But look at what we've done. I think she'd be proud of you."

Ashwin let out a small, tired laugh. "Maybe. I just... I still think about her. I wonder if she'd have been happy with all of this. I can't help but feel like I let her down, like I didn't do enough to protect her."

Vikram shook his head, his voice firm but kind. "You can't blame yourself forever. We both know that Yuvan was responsible for everything that happened. You did everything you could to save her."