“I found something,” Mahi said, voice tight with barely restrained emotion.
Rohit looked up slowly, sensing the shift in his brother’s tone. “What is it?”
Mahi’s eyes were cold. “Virat’s father. He’s the reason Papa went missing all those years ago.”
Silence fell like a hammer. Rahul stiffened beside them. Hardik, standing across the room, flinched as though the air had turned to ice.
“What the hell are you saying?” Virat asked, his voice trembling.
“I’m saying your family destroyed ours,” Mahi growled. “Your father didn’t just ruin our peace… he tore us apart. And now? Now you’re all sleeping in our beds.”
Jadeja turned to Mahi, disbelief etched on his face. “So this is why you changed? Why you started treating me like… like I’m not even human?”
Mahi’s lips curled. “You were a reminder. Of your blood. Of what your father did.”
---
In the hallway, away from the rest, Rohit cornered Virat against the wall.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Rohit whispered.
Virat’s eyes welled up. “I didn’t. I swear, Rohit, I didn’t know anything.”
“You’re shaking,” Rohit murmured, brushing his fingers down Virat’s arm—possessive, obsessive.
“Because you scare me now,” Virat admitted, his voice soft but broken.
Rohit leaned closer, forehead against Virat’s. “I should hate you.”
“Then hate me.”
“I can’t,” Rohit breathed. “I see your face, and all I want to do is destroy you… and then hold you right after.”
“Rohit—”
“You don’t get to walk away from me. Not after loving me like that.”
“I never lied to you.”
“No. But you bled me with your father’s name.”
---
Rahul watched Hardik silently from the doorway.
“You think I’m him?” Hardik asked, not looking up.
“I think you remind me of everything I lost,” Rahul answered quietly.
“I lost my mother to that same war, Rahul,” Hardik snapped. “I didn’t ask for this legacy.”
“But you carry it. And I—I carry the pain.”
Hardik turned around, eyes tired. “Then do it. Blame me. Break me. Everyone else is.”
Rahul walked in and sat beside him. “I already did. And I’m still broken.”
---
That night, the pain bloomed into tragedy.
“I think something’s wrong,” Jadeja whispered, his hand resting over his belly.
Virat paled. “No. Please no.”
Hardik looked between them and said, “I… I feel it too.”
All three were rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. The pregnancies—each one—had ended in miscarriage.
When the news hit Mahi, Rohit, and Rahul, silence ruled.
Rohit collapsed to the floor, sobbing. “I did this. I pushed him too far.”
Mahi looked at his bloodied hands—metaphorical now more than ever. “Jaddu trusted me. And I became my own enemy.”
Rahul didn’t speak. He couldn’t. All he could do was stare at the sonogram photo he’d hidden in his wallet.
---
A week passed before Rohit finally stood before Virat again.
“I’m sorry,” Rohit whispered.
Virat didn’t respond.
“I was drowning. In hate. In confusion. But none of that excuses what I did to you.”
Virat’s eyes were distant. “You said you loved me. But then you looked at me like I was a monster.”
“I do love you,” Rohit said desperately. “So much it scared me. So much I didn’t know what to do with it.”
“You broke me,” Virat said, voice cracking. “But I still… I still want to believe you didn’t mean to.”
Rohit took his hand. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I didn’t.”
---
Mahi approached Jadeja in the garden.
“I destroyed everything we built,” Mahi whispered.
Jadeja looked at him for a long time. “You destroyed yourself, Mahi. I just happened to be standing next to you when you lit the match.”
“I want to heal,” Mahi said. “With you. If you’ll let me.”
Jadeja took a breath. “Then show me. Don’t just say it.”
---
Rahul found Hardik staring out at the stars.
“You still believe in us?” Rahul asked.
Hardik didn’t answer at first. “I believe in second chances,” he said eventually. “But I won’t beg for your love again.”
“You won’t have to,” Rahul promised. “I’ll earn it.”
---
Weeks passed.
Forgiveness came slow, in pieces. In touches that no longer burned. In glances that held meaning again.
One evening, under the same roof where anger once lived, Mahi held Jadeja close.
“I love you, Jaddu. And I’ll never let hate steal you from me again.”
Jadeja leaned into him. “Then let’s start again. As equals. As family.”
Rohit kissed Virat’s forehead and whispered, “You’re mine. But this time, I’ll protect you from me.”
Virat smiled faintly. “Then maybe… maybe we still have a chance.”
And under that shared moonlight, the six of them promised—never again would the sins of the past poison the love they’d found.
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