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"When fate brings them together in the most unexpected way, Aarohi and Dhruv find themselves trapped in a marriage neither wanted. From bitter misunderstandings to heart-wrenching conflicts, they are both torn between their own...
"Chokh puraavo Maati rangaavo Aaj mere piya ghar aavengey." _
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The next morning, Dhruv's mother knocked on his door. When he opened it, she stepped in, scanning his face with concern.
"Dhruv, where's Aarohi?" she asked, looking around his disheveled room. Dhruv remained silent, his gaze averted. As her eyes drifted toward the poolside area, she froze, noticing a small, shivering figure curled up outside. Aarohi lay there, still in her bridal lehenga, visibly trembling as she slept, her face pale.
His mother's heart sank as she rushed over to Aarohi. Kneeling beside her, she gently touched Aarohi's forehead, gasping as she felt the heat radiating from her. Aarohi's skin was burning with a fever.
Turning sharply, she glared at Dhruv. "How could you do this to her?" she scolded, her voice filled with disbelief. "Leaving her out here in the cold all night? She's running a high fever!"
As Dhruv's mother scolded him for leaving Aarohi outside, realizing she was burning up with fever, Dhruv's face hardened even more.
"She deserves this, Maa," he replied coldly, his voice dripping with resentment. "For betraying me. I'll do worse if I have to-she has no idea what I'm capable of. I'll make her life a living hell."
His mother's face turned pale with shock and disappointment. "Dhruv, how can you be so heartless? Whatever happened, she's a human being, and she's your responsibility now. You can't treat her this way."
But Dhruv's gaze remained unmoved, his anger shielding him from any trace of remorse.
"Take her inside, now!" his mother ordered, her voice stern. "I'll call the doctor. This behavior is unacceptable, Dhruv."
As his mother ordered him to bring Aarohi inside, Dhruv reluctantly bent down, scooping her up into his arms. The moment he held her, the warmth of her fevered body radiated through him, and for a fleeting second, his heart ached. He quickly pushed the feeling away, determined not to let any sympathy creep in.
But as he laid her down on the bed, Dhruv couldn't help but pause, his gaze lingering on her face. Despite his anger, he found himself noticing details he hadn't allowed himself to see before. Her skin was delicate, her lips soft and slightly parted as she breathed shallowly. Her brows, gently arched, framed her closed eyes, giving her a serene, almost angelic appearance.
For a brief moment, he was captivated, drawn in by a beauty that seemed to contradict everything he believed about her. But he quickly shook off the feeling, his anger flaring back up as he reminded himself of the betrayal he felt. Whatever beauty she possessed, it didn't change what she had done-or at least, what he believed she had done.
