ABHIMAAN OS: A COLLECTION

A LOVE BEYOND BOUNDARIES !!

The Poddar Mansion was a spectacle that evening, transformed into a dazzling paradise for Armaan and Abhira’s sangeet ceremony. Glittering lights adorned every corner, casting a golden glow across the sprawling lawn, where vibrant floral arrangements lined the pathways, and elegant drapes flowed in the evening breeze. Music filled the air, blending with laughter and joyous conversations. The celebration was a dream, one that every guest marveled at as they arrived. It was a night of love, laughter, and pure happiness.

Armaan and Abhira had been at the heart of it all, their smiles reflecting the joy they felt, the deep connection they shared. They were surrounded by family and friends, their hearts full, savoring every moment of their wedding festivities. The dances that night were mesmerizing—the family members performed with such enthusiasm and charm that they became the highlight of the evening. And when Armaan and Abhira took the stage, their chemistry was undeniable, their dance full of energy and love. Every twirl, every glance between them radiated happiness, and the crowd cheered them on.

But as the night progressed, the brightness dimmed. Abhira, smiling just moments before, suddenly staggered. Her face paled, her body swayed, and before anyone could react, she collapsed, unconscious. The room froze, and panic surged through the crowd. Armaan rushed to her side, fear clouding his eyes as he called her name. The joyous sangeet was thrown into chaos as Abhira was unconscious, surrounded by worried faces.

Moments later, the doctor arrived, examining her carefully as the family waited in tense silence. What came next shattered the happiness that had filled the air just moments ago.

"I'm afraid I have difficult news," the doctor said, her voice solemn. "Abhira won’t be able to conceive... ever."

(A/N: sry to break the flow, but how the f in dhaba can a doctor without any test confirm this. Mana fiction Hai lekin itna bhi illogical nahi hona Hota na)

The silence that followed was suffocating. The room was too stunned to react. The once-bustling celebration had been reduced to a hollow echo of its former joy. Armaan stood there, his face void of any emotion, unable to process the gravity of the situation. His mind was a whirlwind, trying to grasp the reality, but his heart refused to believe it. Abhira, on the other hand, sat still, her eyes wide open, waiting for someone—anyone—to wake her from this nightmare, to tell her it wasn’t true.

But no such words came.

Instead, it was Dadi sa who broke the silence. Her voice, sharp and cold, sliced through the stillness.

"Ladki," she spat, her tone filled with disdain. "So this is what you bring to our family? A Curse."

Her words landed like blows, reverberating in the room, each syllable a dagger aimed straight at Abhira's already wounded heart.

Vidya, standing beside her, didn’t miss the chance to add venom to the wound. "What good is a wife to devoid her husband of family he deserves? You’re a burden on Armaan. He deserves so much more than... you." Her eyes were filled with malice, her words dripping with spite.

Abhira’s body trembled, but she remained silent, her world crumbling with every word spoken. She wanted to scream, to cry, to say something, but her voice felt trapped, her heart too shattered to respond.

Ruhi, not one to be left out, chimed in with her cruel assessment. "He’s always sacrificing for you, Abhira. You’ve taken enough from him already. And now this?"

Armaan, who had been standing frozen, finally moved. Without a word, he sat down beside Abhira, his heart breaking as he saw the pain etched on her face. He gently pulled her toward him, his arms wrapping around her trembling body. Without saying a word, he placed his hands over her ears, shielding her from the barrage of hateful words still being hurled in her direction.