TWISTED FATE ( Under Editing )

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Mahi and Jaddu rarely spoke after that incident. Jaddu never called or messaged him. Even the food he ate was cooked by the maid. He slept in a different bedroom. Everything had changed in just a few weeks.

But Mahi wanted to love Jaddu. He wanted to care for him. Yet, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't force himself to feel anything.

So, he decided to try.

Every day, he texted Jaddu, attempting to strike up conversations. At first, Jaddu was indifferent, but as time passed, he saw the effort Mahi was making. It was slow, but it was something. And Jaddu, despite everything, gladly accepted him.

One Year and Two Months Later

Since all the Singh brothers had married on the same day, their anniversaries also fell on the same date—February 18th.

However, our Rohirat couple had decided to go on their honeymoon from February 1st to February 25th, missing their anniversary celebration altogether.

The day arrived, and Mahi knocked on Jaddu’s door.

Jaddu opened it.

"Mahindra ji, boliye na?"

Mahi sighed. "Jaddu, I'm just 27. Please don't make me sound old. Just call me Mahi."

"Toh boliye, Mahi ji, kya kaam?"

"Tum ready ho na? Bahar ghoomne ja rahe hain."

Jaddu nodded, and the two of them headed out.

Mahi took him to the beach, then out on a yacht. The view was breathtaking, the waves calm and serene. They had a beautiful dinner, enjoying each other’s presence for the first time in months.

Meanwhile...

Not everything was smooth for Harry and KL, who were stuck dealing with their young troublemakers.

When Ruturaj stepped outside, he spotted Shivam standing alone.

He ran to him, breathless. "Shiv... if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay, I just—"

Before he could finish, Shivam pulled him close and kissed him.

Two minutes later, as they pulled apart, Ruturaj laughed bitterly. "Look, Shiv, if you did this just to make me feel better, then it worked. But you don’t—"

Shivam cupped his face. "I love you, do you get it, Rutu? You’re mine. I’m yours. Nobody can change that." He kissed him again. "Ruturaj Kohli, soon-to-be Singh... my jaan."

Ruturaj blushed and held onto him. They went out for dinner, lost in each other.

Shivam watched him like he hung the moon in the sky.

"Shiv, he’s my moon."

"Billi, he’s Shiv."

"Hey! Only he can call me that!"

"Okay, Dubeyyyyyyy."

"Kya kaha?"

"Kuch nahi!"

"Jao idhar se!"

As Ruturaj ate his ice cream, he noticed Shivam staring at him.

"Kyun dekh rahe ho?" he asked, licking his spoon.

"Nothing," Shivam replied.

A few minutes later, Ruturaj noticed again. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Shivam smirked. "Because you look like—"

"Like what?"

"Come il mio... (Like mine.)