RadhaKrishn

He is back

Radha's PoV

The past six months went by in a hurry, and everything felt perfect. But life without its hurdles is inevitable.

It was our first anniversary. Despite the growing closeness between us, Krishna had always respected my space. He still hadn't touched me beyond our regular kisses, which had become a cherished routine for us. It was an unspoken promise between us—his patience and my comfort.

Tonight, I wore a black saree, a symbol of the elegance and confidence he always admired in me. To my delight, he matched me by wearing a black kurta, a sight that made my heart skip a beat. His easy charm was still as potent as the first day we met. Aavi, our little bundle of joy, was dressed in a tiny black outfit that mirrored his dada, completing our little trio. He looked so adorable, his wide eyes sparkling with the innocence of childhood.

As we stood together, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of contentment. We had our challenges, like any couple, but in this moment, we were bound by love, laughter, and the family we had begun to build.

"Ready to go, Mrs. Vardhan?" He asked me.

"Yes Mr. Vardhan." He kissed my forehead as I replied.

"You look like mine." I blushed on his comment.

"Krishna, behave, Aavi is watching." I scolded him.

"Let's go." He told me and led me out with Aavi in his hands.

We walked down the stairs hand in hand, a united front, feeling the warmth and love of our family surrounding us.

As we reached the bottom, everyone greeted us with smiles, hugs, and heartfelt wishes for our first anniversary. It was everything I could have hoped for, a moment filled with joy and laughter.

Aavi was the center of attention, as usual, his tiny giggles echoing through the room as his uncles, Vihaan and Nithi, took turns holding him, playfully vying for his attention.

"Look at this little prince!" Vihaan exclaimed, tickling Aavi's belly, causing him to burst into laughter.

Krishna smiled at the scene, but his gaze always found its way back to me, as if anchoring himself in the happiness we shared.

As the evening progressed, I felt a sense of bliss. Everything seemed perfect—until I noticed the room growing quieter. The cheerful banter faded, and a strange unease settled over me. I looked around, realizing Aavi was no longer in his uncle's arms. My heart raced as panic began to creep in.

"Where's Aavi?" I asked, my voice trembling as I glanced at Krishna. His relaxed demeanor instantly shifted, his eyes scanning the room, searching for our son. The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone looked around, confusion turning into alarm.

"He was just here..." Nithi murmured, standing up and looking around frantically. The pit in my stomach deepened.

We searched the entire house, calling out his name, but there was no sign of him. My mind raced with the worst possible scenarios, and my breathing became erratic. Krishna, trying to stay composed, dialed his phone while his brothers began combing through every room.

Then, as I entered the living room, I saw it—a small piece of paper on the coffee table. My hands trembled as I picked it up. A chill ran down my spine when I saw what it was. It wasn't a note, it was a voice recorder, sitting ominously in the center of the table. I pressed play, my heart pounding against my chest.

A distorted voice came through, its cold, calculated tone sending shivers down my spine.

"Did you think you could run away from me, little birdie? Did you think you could have a peaceful life without me? I killed your sister to reach you that day, but just missed it. I have your son now. Let's see how long your happiness lasts, little birdie. You are mine, but you let him touch you. He touched what is mine! I won't leave him birdie, just wait a little longer for me to reach you. Till then bye birdie."

My blood ran cold. I could barely breathe as my past—one I thought I had buried deep—began to claw its way back into the present. Tears blurred my vision, and I looked at Krishna, who was already reaching for me. His eyes burned with fury and determination, but I could see the fear beneath it all. Our world had been shattered in a moment.

"We'll find him," Krishna whispered, holding me tightly as I trembled in his arms.

But the voice echoed in my mind, a dark reminder that my past was far from forgotten. And now, it had come for the most precious part of my present—our son.

"He is back... Krishna..." Then everything was black.