As Abhimanyu stood at the threshold of Ruhi’s room, he could barely hold back his tears. The suitcase in his hand felt heavier than it should, not because of its contents, but because of the weight of everything he was leaving behind. He had made up his mind to leave Birla House, the place where memories of love and pain intertwined. But as he glanced into Ruhi’s room, his resolve wavered.
She was asleep, her tiny face stained with tears, her chest rising and falling in soft sobs even in her slumber. She had cried herself to sleep again, and seeing her like this was a dagger through his heart. Abhimanyu couldn’t bear it. Ruhi wasn’t just his niece; she was his daughter in every way that mattered. She had been his first child—the one who had filled the void in his life after Aarohi’s passing, and the one who had taught him to love again.
With determination firming his resolve, Abhimanyu slowly walked into her room. He crouched down beside her bed, gently brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked cheek. His heart clenched as she stirred in her sleep, her tiny hand instinctively clutching his fingers as if, even in her dreams, she feared he might leave her behind.
No, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave without her.
Carefully, he lifted Ruhi into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She let out a soft whimper but didn’t wake, nestling into the warmth of his embrace. Abhimanyu kissed her forehead, feeling a sense of responsibility wash over him. No matter what, he had to protect her.
Akshara and Abhir were waiting in the car, the engine softly purring as they prepared to leave for Shimla. Akshara gave him a questioning look when she saw Ruhi in his arms, but she understood without needing to ask. This wasn’t just about him anymore; this was about the children—the family.
As they drove through the winding roads leading to Shimla, the peaceful silence of the night was interrupted when Ruhi slowly stirred awake. She blinked groggily, her small body tensing as she realized where she was. Her eyes widened as she saw Akshara sitting next to her. Without warning, Ruhi’s face twisted in anger.
“I don’t want to be with her!” she screamed, pushing against her seatbelt, trying to free herself. “I hate her! She’s the reason Mumma isn’t here anymore! Mumma died because of her!”
Her voice was loud, filled with the pain she had been bottling up for so long. Abhimanyu immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road, turning to face Ruhi. He reached out to her, but she swatted his hand away, her face crumpling into tears.
“I want my Mumma back!” Ruhi sobbed, her tiny fists pounding against the seat. “I want Aarohi Mumma! Why did she have to go? Why did she leave me?”
Abhimanyu’s heart shattered at the sight of her anguish. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to gather her into his arms, letting her cry against his chest. “Shh, Rooh... I know. I know it hurts,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. “I miss her too. Every single day. But you have to listen to me, sweetheart. What happened to your Mumma... it was an accident. No one is to blame for that. Not Akshu, not anyone.”
Ruhi’s sobs quieted, though her body still trembled with emotion. “But... but if she hadn’t been there...”
“No, Ruhi,” Abhimanyu said gently, brushing his fingers through her hair. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Your Mumma was brave, and she loved you more than anything in this world. She wouldn’t want you to carry all this anger in your heart. She’d want you to be happy, to love, and to be loved. You remember how she always told you that?”
Ruhi sniffled, her big eyes turning toward Akshara, who had been silently watching, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. Ruhi hesitated for a long moment, her lips quivering. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and whispered, “I’m sorry, Massi. I was just so angry...”
Akshara felt her heart melt at those words. She reached out to Ruhi and gently cupped her face. “It’s okay, Rooh,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “You don’t have to apologize. What you’re feeling is normal. I know how much you miss your Mumma. But I promise you, I’m here for you, and I love you. Just like your Mumma did.”
Ruhi blinked back more tears but nodded slowly, reaching out to hold Akshara’s hand. “I love you too, Massi,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Akshara pulled her into a tight embrace, and for a moment, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted. Ruhi buried her face in Akshara’s shoulder, holding on as if she was afraid to let go. Abhimanyu watched them, his chest swelling with a mix of relief and sadness.
The rest of the journey to Shimla was quieter. Ruhi seemed calmer, occasionally glancing toward Akshara and giving her small smiles. Abhir, who had been watching quietly, leaned over toward Ruhi, his voice filled with warmth.
“Roohi , do you know something?” Abhir said, his eyes twinkling with sincerity. “Even though Mumma is going to have a baby soon, and we’ll have another sibling... you’ll always be my first sister.”
Ruhi looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise. “But... you’ve always had me as your cousin...”
“No,” Abhir said with determination, shaking his head. “Cousin or not, you’ve always been my sister in my heart. I know I’m going to have another sister soon, but you’ll always be my first. That’s special. No one can ever take that away.”
Ruhi’s lips quirked into a small smile, a genuine one this time. She reached out and clasped Abhir’s hand tightly. “You’re my first brother too, Abhir,” she said softly, her voice filled with affection.
As they reached Shimla and settled into the peaceful surroundings of the mountains, the atmosphere felt lighter, calmer. Ruhi and Abhir spent their time playing together, laughing and teasing each other, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.
Ruhi’s heart, once so filled with anger and grief, began to soften. The love of her family, Akshara’s forgiveness, and Abhir’s constant companionship gave her the strength she needed to heal. The pain of losing Aarohi would never truly fade, but she was learning to carry it in a way that didn’t weigh her down.
One evening, as the sun set behind the mountains, casting a golden glow over the horizon, Ruhi and Abhir sat together on the porch, their hands intertwined.
“Thank you for being my brother, Abhir,” Ruhi said quietly, her eyes on the distant sky.
Abhir grinned at her, his eyes filled with warmth. “Thank you for being my sister, Rooh.”
And in that moment, amidst the tranquility of Shimla, it felt like the beginning of something new—a bond that would only grow stronger with time, carrying them both through whatever life had in store.
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A/N In my story Abhira is abhimayu and akshara daughter like Abhinav and akshara never loved eachother they were best friend
