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|| Chapter 36 ||

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DEVANSH

On birthdays, joy seems to radiate from everyone, with people celebrating alongside their loved ones. Since my parents passed away, I've avoided marking my own birthday—it felt pointless.

Ansh always urged me to celebrate, but I consistently refused, and she would reluctantly accept my decision.

This year, however, a strong urge to celebrate with Pari overwhelmed me. The thought of sharing this day with her filled me with genuine happiness.

After finishing my morning exercises and taking a refreshing shower, I stepped out of my room. I inadvertently bumped into someone and looked up to find Pari standing before me.

She winced, rubbing her forehead, and muttered, "Ouch."

Instinctively, I reached out to see if she was hurt, but she pulled away quickly.

Her eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and determination, and before she could voice her frustration, I said, "Pari, let's not let anger ruin today. If you need to vent, save it for tomorrow."

Her calm response was unexpected. "Why would I be angry with you, Mr. Devansh Agnihotri?" Her tone was composed, but her gaze was intense.

Despite her calm demeanor, I couldn't shake the feeling that things might not be as stable between us as I hoped.

Pari's eyes remained unwavering as she continued, "What I feel for you isn't just anger; it's deep resentment that won't disappear because you want it to."

Her words stung, but I refused to let them show. Before I could respond, she raised a hand, signaling me to be quiet.

"I don't need any explanations from you," she said firmly. "And if you ever repeat what happened yesterday, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life."

Her resolve was clear, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

With a determined stride, she walked away, leaving me standing there, grappling with the complex mix of emotions her words had stirred within me.

PARINIDHI

As I moved away from Devansh, the faint sound of laughter cut through the oppressive silence.

In the mansion's eerie stillness, laughter felt almost jarring.

I nudged the door open slightly, curious about the unexpected break in the solemn mood. To my surprise, Mukul was sprawled comfortably on the sofa, engaged in animated conversation with Rahul, whose smile was a rare and precious sight. Seeing my brother so happy brought warmth to my heart.

Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but smile back, though tears of joy blurred my vision. Rahul quickly crossed the room and pulled me into a tight hug. I returned it gratefully, savoring the comfort.

After we parted, I gently cupped Rahul's face and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. "Keep that smile always, Rahul," I whispered.

Rahul nodded, his smile widening. He took my hand and guided me to a seat. "Come, Di, join us," he urged. "Mukul sir is sharing some hilarious college stories."

Anshika's warm invitation drew me in further. "Bhabhi, come sit with me," she said with a hopeful smile.

I smiled back and settled onto the bed as Rahul joined Mukul on the sofa.

Anshika's nervousness was palpable as she fidgeted with her fingers, avoiding my gaze. "Bhabhi, I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you properly. I hope you're not upset with me."