Neirohi's Family OS

from enemies to best friend's

"The story starts with Akshara  regect Abhimanyu and moving on with Abhinav. I always adored abhimayu And Aarohi the potential of Abhimanyu and Aarohi to be good friends or even have a strong brother-in-law and sister-in-law bond, so this shot is dedicated to that. Hope you love it!"

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Abhimanyu walked through the streets, his mind clouded with sorrow and regret. The world around him seemed distant, like he was moving through a haze, disconnected from everything except the pain in his heart. He had just lost someone dear to him, someone he had come to respect and care for in ways he never imagined. His steps were slow and aimless, his thoughts spiraling into the depths of his memories, each one bringing a fresh wave of guilt and sadness

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the truck speeding toward him until it was nearly too late. It was only the sharp, desperate pull of someone grabbing his arm that saved him from the collision. He stumbled backward, disoriented, and when he turned to see who had saved him, his heart nearly stopped—it was Aarohi.

Aarohi, with her calm and compassionate eyes, the same eyes that had once met his with defiance and anger, now looked at him with concern. She guided him to a nearby bench, her touch gentle yet firm as she began to tend to his wounds. She pulled out a small first-aid kit from her bag, cleaning the scrape on his arm with the practiced hands of someone who had done this many times before. Abhimanyu watched her in stunned silence, his mind racing as he struggled to comprehend what was happening.

As she bandaged his wound, Abhimanyu’s thoughts drifted back to the beginning—to the first time they had met, to the animosity that had sprung up between them almost instantly. Aarohi had been ambitious, driven, and unafraid to speak her mind, qualities that had clashed sharply with Abhimanyu’s rigid sense of right and wrong. He had judged her harshly, convinced that she was nothing more than trouble, and every interaction between them had only deepened his dislike.

He remembered the day he had left her at the mandap, sure that she didn’t truly love Neil, that she was only interested in the status and power that came with being part of their family. He had thought he was doing the right thing, that he was protecting his brother from a loveless marriage. But now, as he sat there with her, he realized just how wrong he had been. Aarohi had loved Neil with all her heart, and she had continued to love him even after he was gone.

Six long years had passed since Neil’s death, and in that time, Aarohi had dedicated herself to raising their daughter, Ruhi, with a love and devotion that Abhimanyu now saw as nothing short of extraordinary. She had kept Neil’s memory alive, not just for herself, but for Ruhi as well, ensuring that their daughter knew just how much her father had loved her, even though he was no longer there.

When Aarohi finished bandaging his wound, she looked at him with a small, understanding smile. But before she could say anything, Abhimanyu found himself overwhelmed by a wave of guilt and regret. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Aarohi’s expression softened with confusion, and she asked, "For what?"

"For everything," Abhimanyu replied, his voice breaking as the words poured out of him. "For leaving you at the mandap, for blaming you for the wedding card incident, for breaking your marriage with Neil. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, Aarohi. I was wrong—so wrong—and I can’t take back the things I did, but I need you to know how much I regret it all."

Aarohi looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face as if trying to gauge the sincerity of his words. Then, to his surprise, she smiled—a warm, forgiving smile that made his heart ache even more. "It’s okay, Abhimanyu," she said softly. "Let’s forget the past. I don’t want to hold onto those memories anymore. Everything happens for a reason, and we can’t change what’s already done. If you hadn’t made those choices, maybe Neil and I wouldn’t have gotten married. Life has its own way of working things out, and I’m at peace with that."