THE RAJHANS SISTERS

TRAUMATISED

Aniket sat in his office, the weight of the unexpected news pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He had never anticipated this turn of events, never imagined that Nitya would be carrying his child. As he grappled with the shock and uncertainty, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him—regret, confusion, and a profound sense of responsibility.

His mind raced with questions, each one more pressing than the last. What should he do next? How could he navigate this unexpected twist in their lives? He had always believed that he had control over his plans, but now, faced with the reality of Nitya's pregnancy, he realized that some things were beyond his control.

As he sat in silence, the weight of the situation bearing down on him, Aniket couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the unpredictability of life. He had played with fire, unaware of the consequences, and now he found himself at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take.

In that moment of vulnerability, Aniket couldn't help but wonder if this was the universe's way of reminding him that some things were simply meant to be. And as he contemplated the future that lay ahead, he knew that whatever choice he made, it would shape not only his own destiny but the destiny of the child growing inside Nitya.

In the dimly lit room of the Rajhans house, Nitya sat alone, her once vibrant spirit now crushed under the weight of heartbreak. Her body felt heavy, her steps faltering as she made her way to her sanctuary, locking herself away from the world outside. The turmoil within her mind raged like a storm, tearing through her thoughts and emotions.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Nitya's heart ached with the memories of happier times spent with Aniket. Each moment etched into her soul, the laughter, the tenderness, the love they had shared now felt like distant echoes of a past life. She could still feel the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter, but now they were nothing but painful reminders of what she had lost.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, Aniket paced restlessly, his mind consumed with doubt and regret. He couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at him, questioning his decision to walk away from Nitya. The weight of his actions bore down on him, each step a reminder of the choice he had made, and the consequences he now faced.

As he glanced at the photograph of Nitya on his phone, a pang of longing pierced his heart. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a grave mistake, if leaving her was truly the right thing to do. The image of her tear-streaked face haunted him, the pain in her eyes reflecting his own inner turmoil.

And as Nitya cast aside the ring that had once symbolized their love, Aniket felt a surge of anguish wash over him. He knew that their paths had diverged, their love shattered beyond repair, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had lost something precious, something he could never reclaim.

In the quiet solitude of their separate worlds, both Nitya and Aniket grappled with the painful reality of their broken love, each trapped in a cycle of regret and longing, unsure if they would ever find peace again.

In the quiet of the Rajhans household, Nishi found herself at the center of a storm of emotions. Her parents, Niharika and Diwakar, looked to her for answers, their expressions a mix of concern and frustration. Nishi stood before them, trying to navigate the delicate balance between honesty and protection for her sister, Nitya.

With each question that came her way, Nishi felt the weight of her parents' expectations pressing down on her shoulders. She could sense her father's growing anger, his fists clenched in frustration, but she knew that now was not the time for rash actions.

"I'll deal with that Aniket," her father muttered, his voice edged with anger, but Niharika stepped in, her gentle touch calming his simmering temper.

"No... not now. Nitya needs us more than ever," she implored, her eyes pleading for understanding.