The Birla siblings 💕

it's hurts 🥺

Abhimanyu and Akshara were enjoying a quiet, romantic moment together. Akshara giggled and said, "Abhi, you're the father of a 27-year-old now, and you're still romancing with me?
Abhimanyu grinned, holding her closer. "What can I do? You look more beautiful with each passing day."

Akshara blushed at his words, the warmth of his compliment spreading through her. Just then, Abhir burst into the room, interrupting their moment. He gave them a teasing smile, which only made the couple more embarrassed.

"Did I disturb my Dada and Mumma?" Abhir asked with a playful glint in his eye.

Abhimanyu chuckled, "Yes, you did."

Akshara pinched Abhimanyu's hand and glared at him, a mix of amusement and mild annoyance on her face. "Betu, what's the matter?" she asked Abhir, trying to change the subject.

Abhir's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ruhi chuchi is coming today! Did you both forget?"

Abhimanyu's face lit up. "How could I forget my princess's arrival? It
will be like a festival in the Birla house!"

Abhir nodded enthusiastically. "That's right! Neil Chachu and Massi Maa are already on mood .You both should join them."

As Abhimanyu and Akshara prepared to leave, Abhimanyu asked, "Where's my doll?"

Abhir smiled. "Your doll is in her room, making something special for her dearest sister."

Abhimanyu and Akshara exchanged a knowing look and nodded before heading downstairs. Meanwhile, in her room, Ruhanika was engrossed in her project, crafting something with great care. Her mind drifted back to a recent, painful memory.

It was an evening too long ago. Ruhanika had finally mustered up the courage to approach Ruhi. She needed to apologize, to bridge the gap that had formed between them. "Ruhi," she began softly, "I'm really sorry about what happened."

Ruhi looked up, her expression unreadable. She took a moment before responding, her voice steady but distant. "Let's just end the topic here, Ruhanika. I don't want to hear any sorries or thanks or anything. Just nothing. Let's end it here." She offered a faint smile, one that didn't reach her eyes.

Ruhanika's heart sank. She could sense the anger and hurt lingering beneath Ruhi's calm facade. She knew her sister well enough to recognize that this was Ruhi's way of coping, of putting up a barrier to protect herself. "If that's what you want," Ruhanika said quietly, trying to mask her own disappointment. She nodded, accepting that for now, this was the best she could do.

Ruhanika sighed, pushing the painful memory aside as she focused on her current task. She was determined to make something special for Ruhi, hoping it might help to mend their relationship.

Downstairs, Akshara found Aarohi and asked, "Where's Neil?"

Aarohi replied, "He went to the airport to pick up Ruhi."

Akshara then asked, "Did Ruhi got her flight?"

Aarohi shook her head. "No, she just took a taxi to Delhi airport. You know Neil, he wants everything to be perfect for his daughters."

Akshara smiled, appreciating Neil's dedication to his daughters. "He's such a doting father."

Aarohi nodded. "Yes, he is. And Ruhi knows it too. She's probably just giving him a hard time for fun."

As the anticipation of Ruhi's arrival filled the air, everyone in the Birla house was preparing for the joyous reunion. Ruhanika, still in her room, finished her project and hoped that this small gesture would help mend the rift between her and Ruhi. She was determined to make things right, starting with this simple but heartfelt gift.

Meanwhile, at the airport, Ruhi saw two sisters hugging each other tightly. She couldn't help but smile, the sight reminding her of herself and Ruhanika. Even though they had talked, it wasn't like before. If someone asked why she was taking a small matter so seriously, they wouldn't understand. Ruhi could only remember how everyone at school had stared at her when Ruhanika shouted at her, to a person she didn't even know properly at the time.it still hurts it hurts

Ruhi watched the sisters for a while, feeling a pang of nostalgia and regret. She thought about how things had changed between her and Ruhanika. They used to be inseparable, sharing everything with each other. Now, there was a distance, a barrier that hadn't existed before. "I reacted badly before," she thought to herself. "Now I will make everything right."

With renewed determination, Ruhi made her way to the check-in counter, but the nagging feeling about Rohit still lingered. "Why do I feel like I know him? Like we have a relation?" she pondered. There was a familiarity, a connection she couldn't quite place. It was as if he was part of her past, yet she had no clear memory of him.

As she handed her passport and ticket to the airline staff, her thoughts drifted back to her first encounter with Rohit. There was something in his eyes, something that stirred a deep, almost forgotten emotion within her. "Could it be from a past life?" she wondered, shaking her head at the absurdity of the thought. Yet, the feeling persisted, refusing to be dismissed.

As Ruhi walked away, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She couldn't shake the strange feeling she had about Rohit. "Why do I feel like I know him?" she wondered, frustration bubbling up. She had never seen him before, yet there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity that tugged at her memory.

Ruhi's mind raced as she tried to make sense of it. "Did I see him in a dream? Or maybe I heard about him from someone?" She pondered, but nothing concrete came to mind. The more she thought about it, the more it bothered her. She felt as if there was a hidden piece of a puzzle that she just couldn't find.

Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room filled with the scent of incense, a man and a woman sat across from each other. The man looked troubled, his brow furrowed with concern. "Why does she talk like that? Does she remember her past life?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

The woman smiled serenely, her eyes filled with wisdom. "It's because she has something to do in this life, maybe something related to her past. Souls carry unfinished business from one life to another. Perhaps she and Rohit have a connection that needs to be resolved in this lifetime."

The man nodded slowly, trying to digest the woman's words. "So, it's possible that her feelings and memories are from a past life?"

The woman nodded. "Yes. Sometimes, our souls recognize each other before our minds do. They remember things that we cannot."

Back at the airport, Ruhi finally made her way through security and found herself in the waiting area. She sat down, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of Rohit and her complicated relationship with Ruhanika. She took out her phone and started scrolling through old photos, stopping at a picture of her and Ruhanika from happier times. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered how close they used to be.

"I have to make things right," she whispered to herself. "I can't let this distance grow any further."

Meanwhile, at the Birla house, preparations for Ruhi's arrival were in full swing. Akshara and Aarohi were bustling about, making sure everything was perfect. Neil had just called to inform them that Ruhi's flight had landed and they would be home soon. The excitement was palpable, and everyone was looking forward to the reunion.

In her room, Ruhanika put the finishing touches on her project. She hoped that the gift would be a step towards mending their relationship. She sighed, thinking back to the hurtful words and misunderstandings that had driven a wedge between them. "I hope she likes this," she thought, carefully wrapping the gift.