The Rathore's Family

Who is sagun

As her words cut into him, he held his silence, swallowing every response that burned at his throat. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened—but he managed to keep his mouth shut, not wanting to inflict any more pain on her. He knew that if he spoke now, his words might come out as weapons, sharper than he ever intended.

When he turned to her, his heart sank. Her face—the one he longed to see lit with happiness—was streaked with tears. She was crying, and it was because of him. But he chose, stubbornly, to ignore everything: her anger, her questions, even her pain.

Then she broke the silence. "So that’s it?"

His expression barely softened, though her words stirred something deep within him.

A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, so just keep ignoring, right? Like you’ve ignored me all this time, like I’m invisible to you, like you’re not even married, like my life isn’t being shattered right before your eyes."

With each word, her voice grew sharper, and her gaze locked onto his, defiant and hurt. "Ignore! Go on, ignore everything! Pretend like I’m not here, like you don’t care. But remember this, Mr. Rathore," she added coldly, "jabardasti ke rishte nahi chalte hai—forced relationships don’t last."

Her last words made something snap inside him. "Shut up!" he said, his voice was louder than he had ever dared to use with her. His eyes blazed as he took a step closer, his face dark with intensity. "Say whatever you want about me, but don’t bring our marriage into this. Aur yeh baat gaanth bandh lo," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I’d die before ending this relationship."

He released her with a tense breath, stepping back toward the door. But before leaving, he glanced back, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Aur, please... stop crying. We’ll talk about this, but for now, just... please stop."

She watched him walk away, her heart tangled in a storm of anger and confusion. Once the door closed, she whispered to herself, wiping away the lingering tears. "Samajh nahi aayenge kabhi ye mujhe... I’ll never understand him."

With a heavy sigh, she turned and slipped into the bathroom, hoping the cold water might calm the storm raging inside her.

……..

Look at his smile," Drishti murmured, gritting her teeth.

Ohhho, something is burning." Vihaan said, and Amaira and Vihaan were trying to suppress their laugh, looking at Drishti, who was angry and now irritated and jealous. …

Infront them Advait and Sagun were talking with each other, and Advait was talking with a smile, and they were eyeing them.

Sahi baat Bhabhi maine aise haste hue to bhaiya ko kabhi nhi dekha," Amaira said, adding fuel to her anger and jealousy.

"Hai na, same today he is showing that he also has teeth," Drishti said, binding her hand.

Vihaan and Amaira chuckled, and Drishti looked at them. What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Focus, Bhabhi, there," Vihaan whispered, pointing discreetly at Sagun and Advait. His mischievous grin was hard to miss as he nudged Amaira beside him.

Meanwhile, on the terrace, Advait and Sagun sat next to each other, though a good distance apart, the cool evening breeze ruffling their hair. Despite the space, their conversation flowed effortlessly.

"Thank God, because of you, I'm in the safe zone now," Sagun said, a playful smile curling on her lips. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her voice light, though her eyes hinted at relief. "Nahi toh, "Otherwise, Dadi would have gotten us married."