Mr. Malhotra is my husband

You don't trust me

Recap: Yuvin shared the painful memories of his past, revealing the emotional scars left by his parents’ hurtful actions.

In the garden,

After a few minutes of heavy silence, Veer’s voice broke the stillness.

“When he hugged me, I felt like I had all the happiness in the world,” Veer confessed, his voice soft yet filled with emotion.

“I may not be his biological father, but I can't love anyone the way I love him. I want to talk to him, hug him, and show him all the love in my heart. But I can’t…”

A single tear rolled down Veer’s cheek as he spoke. Roshni, sitting beside him, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, offering silent support.

Veer hugged her tightly.

" I can't see you like this ", Roshni consoled her.

Roshni hugged Veer and coaxed him, her voice full of hope and understanding.

“One day, Yuvin will understand the love behind all of this,” she said gently.

“He’ll realize how much you’ve sacrificed to give him a better life. Yes, he’s lived alone for a long time, but we did that to protect him. We’re almost at the end of this journey. Just a little more patience, and soon all your dreams will come true ", Roshni advised.

Roshni sat quietly, her gaze distant but her heart full of hope. She believed that despite the misunderstandings and the pain, Yuvin and Veer would eventually find their way back to each other.

She knew that love, even when strained, had the power to heal.

"One day," she thought, "they'll see past their hurt and realize how much they mean to each other." Roshni could already imagine the moment when father and son would finally mend their broken bond, and she hoped that day would come soon.

Veer gave her a faint smile, though the weight of his sorrow still lingered in his heart.

The next morning,

It is the final day of their meeting in Jaipur.

As usual, Yuvin woke early, stepping out into the morning light for his daily walk.

Meanwhile, Agnes was lost in her own world, deep in the realm of dreams. But this was no ordinary dream; it was a nightmare. A haunting memory she desperately wanted to forget.

This time, the vision was clearer. She saw a little girl’s face— her face.

She was the child being abused in the dream, reliving the trauma she had buried for so long.

Agnes was trapped in her dreams, her heart racing as fear gripped her tightly. In the depths of her nightmare, the shadows of her past loomed large, and the terrifying memories she had long tried to forget resurfaced with vivid intensity.

She was the one who was wearing white top and pink skirt.

“No, leave me!” Agnes screamed, her voice trembling with fear.

She felt like a helpless child again, cornered and unable to escape. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and every sound, every movement in the dream made her flinch.

The darkness felt suffocating, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn't wake herself up. Agnes was scared—more than she had been in years.

She kept shouting as loud as she could, but then, out of nowhere, a man’s voice cut through the darkness.

“Leave the little girl alone!” he commanded.

Just when the fear felt overwhelming, a figure emerged from the darkness. Agnes could barely make out his face, but his presence brought an immediate sense of relief.