Neirohi's Family OS

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Nishita stood at the threshold of the Birla house, a place once filled with warmth and laughter, now shrouded in an unfamiliar silence. Since her return from her trip, everything seemed different. She watched as Ruhi, once the epitome of happiness and mischief, now moved through the house like a shadow of her former self. Her giggles and playful antics were replaced with a somber quietness that broke Nishita’s heart.

Aarohi, too, seemed unchanged yet profoundly different. The strength and resilience she always displayed were still there, but her once bright and genuine smile was now a mere facade. She wore it for Ruhi's sake, but it no longer reached her eyes. Aarohi’s forced smiles and hollow laughter were painful reminders of a happiness that had slipped away.

As Nishita pondered these changes, she overheard Shefali talking to someone. The mention of Abhimanyu and Akshara getting married sent a shockwave through her. She couldn’t believe her ears. Abhinav had passed away only three months ago, a tragedy that had shaken the entire family to its core. Yet now, another marriage was on the horizon?

Nishita approached Shefali, seeking clarity. Shefali's response was a sad smile, devoid of joy. She didn’t elaborate, but her expression said enough. Shefali herself didn’t support the marriage but seemed resigned to the situation, powerless to change it.

Determined to understand what was happening, Nishita made her way to Abhimanyu’s room. She found him sitting by the window, staring into the distance, lost in his thoughts. His normally composed and confident demeanor was replaced with a look of deep contemplation and sorrow.

“Abhimanyu,” Nishita began gently, breaking the heavy silence, “what is going on? You promised Ruhi you’d always be there for her. Now it seems like you’re abandoning her. You got your blood, so you forgot about her?”

Abhimanyu looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and guilt. “Nishita, it’s not that simple,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Not that simple?” Nishita echoed, her voice rising with emotion. “Parth Bhai was right. You used Ruhi to cope with your sadness, and now that you have Akshara and Abhir, you’ve discarded her. How could you?”

Abhimanyu, meanwhile, was spiraling. The guilt and anger within him boiled over, and he couldn’t help but direct it at Aarohi. He found her in the hallway, and his face contorted with rage. “You’ve always been the root of all problems, Aarohi! You manipulated Nishita to turn her against me, didn’t you?”

Just then, Aarohi walked in, overhearing the conversation. Her face was a mask of controlled pain. “So, I’m the villain here, right?” Aarohi said, her voice trembling. “You think I’m the reason for all this?”

Aarohi, exhausted and broken, looked at him with wide eyes. “Abhimanyu, what are you talking about? I never did anything of the sort!”

“Don’t lie to me!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the house. “You’ve always wanted to drive a wedge between me and the people I care about. You think I don’t see through your games?”

Aarohi’s heart sank. “I have never tried to manipulate anyone, Abhimanyu. All I ever wanted was to keep this family

Abhimanyu’s frustration boiled over. “Yes, Aarohi! You always manipulate situations to make yourself look innocent while everyone else suffers. Ruhi and I have both been pawns in your game.”

Ruhi, who had been playing in the hallway, heard her name and quietly approached the door, listening intently. Her eyes widened in shock and hurt as she heard Abhimanyu’s words.

Aarohi’s eyes filled with tears, and she struggled to maintain her composure. “How can you say that, Abhimanyu? I’ve done nothing but try to keep this family together!”

“Keep the family together?” Abhimanyu scoffed. “You’ve been nothing but a source of misery for everyone around you. Ruhi’s silence, her sadness—it’s all because of you!”

Ruhi’s small frame shook with silent sobs as she listened to her mother being blamed. The father figure she adored was now tearing her mother apart with his words. She couldn’t stand it anymore and burst into the room.

“Stop it, Poppy!” Ruhi shouted, tears streaming down her face. “Stop hurting Mama! I hate you!”

Abhimanyu turned to face Ruhi, his expression softening. “Ruhi, you don’t understand—”

“No!” Ruhi interrupted, her voice filled with anger and pain. “I understand enough! You’re mean to Mama, and you’re not the Poppy  I thought you were! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

Abhimanyu was stunned, his heart breaking at Ruhi’s words. “Ruhi, plea

But before he could say anything more, Nishita stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you dare raise your hand at my sister, Mr. Birla,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “You are the reason for all this mess, and now you’re blaming her?”

Abhimanyu’s anger dissipated, replaced by a wave of guilt and shame. He looked at Nishita, then at Aarohi and Ruhi, realizing the depth of his mistake. He lowered his hand, unable to meet their eyes.

Nishita turned to Aarohi, her voice softening. “Aarohi, let’s go. You and Ruhi don’t need to stay in this toxic environment any longer.”

Aarohi nodded, tears streaming down her face. She gathered Ruhi, who clung to her mother, and together they left the Birla house. Nishita walked beside them, her heart heavy but resolute.

Once they were outside, Aarohi and Ruhi’s steps faltered as they reached the car. Nishita helped them inside and took the driver’s seat, glancing back to see Ruhi huddled against Aarohi, her small body racked with sobs.

As they drove away, Aarohi held Ruhi tightly, whispering soothing words that did little to calm her. The pain in her own heart was unbearable, but she had to be strong for her daughter. She had to shield her from the harsh realities that had shattered their once-happy home.

Nishita drove them to a small apartment she had rented for them. It was modest, but it was a sanctuary away from the toxicity of the Birla house. They spent the first few days in a daze, trying to adjust to their new reality.

Ruhi’s normally bright demeanor was now clouded with confusion and hurt. She refused to eat, her nights filled with restless sleep and nightmares that had her waking up in tears. Aarohi’s heart broke every time she saw her daughter in pain, knowing that her own decisions had led them here.

Aarohi herself struggled with the weight of the accusations thrown at her. Abhimanyu’s words echoed in her mind, making her question every choice she had made. The love she had once felt for him was now overshadowed by the hurt and betrayal that lingered in her heart.

Back at the Birla house, Manjari was in turmoil. She had always wanted the best for her son, but now she realized that her actions had contributed to the family’s suffering. She couldn’t bear to see Abhimanyu in such pain, but she also knew that Aarohi and Ruhi had been deeply hurt by the situation.

Manjari sat alone in the living room, tears streaming down her face as she thought about the fractured family. She had wanted to support Abhimanyu, to see him happy again, but now it seemed that happiness had come at too great a cost.

Nishita, determined to bring some clarity and comfort to the situation, returned to the Birla house one evening. She found Manjari sitting in the living room, her face a mask of sorrow. Nishita approached her, sitting down beside her. “Aunty, I know you’re supporting Abhimanyu, but this situation is tearing the family apart.”

Manjari’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Nishita. “I thought I was doing the right thing. I wanted Abhimanyu to be happy, to have a family again. But now, I see the pain it’s causing.”

Nishita took her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ve always wanted what’s best for him, but sometimes, the path to healing isn’t what we expect. Maybe it’s time to step back and let him find his own way, without forcing a solution.”

Manjari nodded, tears streaming down her face. “You’re right. I just hope it’s not too late to make things right.”