MR & MRS RAJVANSHI

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Author's pov:

After Having Dinner they moved to their bedroom...

Shivani went to the washroom and changed into a comfortable saree and went to the balcony to have some self time..

And Abhimanyu went to answer a call.. It's from Rudransh..

( So Rudransh Khanna is the Best Friend of Abhimanyu, and he is the Famous lawyer and also The CEO of RK Groups..)

Rudra: "Hey, hi... How are-"

Abhimanyu (cutting him off): "Just get to the point, Rudra. Why did you call?"

Rudra (sounding a bit hurt): "Oh... so I shouldn't call just to have a normal conversation?"

Abhimanyu: "How dare you call me now? You were out of touch for almost two months. You didn't even come to my wedding, and now you call, asking 'How are you?'"

Abhimanyu's tone was sharp with irritation.

Rudra: "Sorry, Abhi, yaar... You know I had back-to-back meetings, and-"

Abhimanyu cut him off, clearly not in the mood to listen.

Abhimanyu: "To hell with your meetings and excuses. I hate you, Rudra!"

The last line came out more like a child's complaint than real anger.

Rudra: "Alright, tell me-what do I need to do to earn your forgiveness?"

Rudra's tone was sincere, hoping to finally convince him.

Abhimanyu: "It's okay, Rudra. I get it-your job keeps you busy. I know you tried..."

Seeing Rudra's helplessness, Abhimanyu decided to let it go, not wanting to keep acting childish.

They talked about here and there and Finally they ended the call.. on the other side Shivani sat on the sofa which is present on the balcony and looked at the Night sky where Moon and Stars Added the glow on Dark sky..

Whenever Shivani's heart felt overloaded with emotions, she would turn to her diary, pouring her feelings onto its pages. Tonight, she felt a storm brewing inside her, a tidal wave of emotions ready to break. The moment she opened her diary, her pen hovered over the paper, and then the words began to flow.

"Today I lived the best moments of my life... and also the worst. I know Mr. Mehta has never thought of me as a daughter, and today he made that painfully clear....

It's true-you can't hold onto a rope that's already slipped from your hands. I might sound pathetic, craving someone's love like this. But am I really wrong for wanting it?

All I ever wanted was for him to see me as a daughter. But I think that day will never come...

Isn't it strange? My own father, the one who shares my blood, disowned me the day I was born, while these people, strangers just weeks ago, accepted me as one of their own.

Today, I felt the difference between Mr. Mehta and Papa. While Mr. Mehta accused me of bringing ruin to his family, Papa told me that I was the family's honor.