𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

12♡

Anaya's eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly focusing on the sterile white ceiling above her. A sharp, sterile scent filled her nostrils, reminding her she was in mansion only . Blinking to adjust to the light, she murmured weakly, "Abhimaan kaha hai? Unhe bulao, please."

The nurse tending to her immediately noticed her fragile voice and nodded. "Let me call him," she said softly, stepping out of the room.

She dialed his number, and the phone rang thrice before he picked up.

"Hello?" Abhimaan's deep voice came through, firm yet filled with worry.

The nurse cleared her throat. "Sir, ma'am has regained consciousness, and she's asking for you."

There was a brief pause on the other end before Abhimaan replied, "Oh... yeah. Just give me five minutes. I'm on my way."

True to his word, he arrived shortly after.

 Dressed in his signature crisp suit, his otherwise composed demeanor was marred by the worry etched across his face.

 He entered the room and froze for a moment, his heart clenching at the sight of Anaya lying so still, her delicate frame dwarfed by the hospital bed. She was staring blankly at the ceiling.

He approached her side and gently took her hand, his touch as careful as if she were made of glass. "Anaya," he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper.

Her eyes shifted to him, and tears immediately welled up. "Abhimaan," she cried, gripping his hand weakly. Her voice broke as she continued, "I am sorry. Tumne mana kiya tha, phir bhi main bahar gayi..."

"Shhh, Anaya," he interrupted, shaking his head. His thumb brushed soothing circles on her palm. "It's alright. We all make mistakes. Koi baat nahi. Don't think about it too much. What matters is that you're fine. That's all I care about."

Her lips trembled as fresh tears streamed down her face. "You won't punish me for this, right?"

Her words struck him like a blow. His brows furrowed in confusion, and a pang of hurt coursed through him. Is she... scared of me?

"Of course not, Anaya. Why would you even think that?" he asked, his tone both concerned and firm. "I will never hurt you. Yeh tumhari galti nahi thi. It's all on me. They're my enemies, and I failed to protect you."

Still, she persisted, her guilt evident. "But I—"

"I said it's fine," he cut her off, his voice resolute yet tender. "What matters is you. You're safe, and that's enough for me."

A faint smile graced her lips, and seeing it, a wave of relief washed over him

. He smiled back, his eyes softening as he held her hand tighter, silently vowing to keep her safe.

At a Warehouse in Delhi

The atmosphere was heavy with tension. Shadows danced on the walls as dim light bulbs flickered overhead. A deep, menacing voice echoed through the space, cutting through the silence like a blade.

"Ek kaam diya tha tum logon ko, woh bhi nahi hua, huh?"

The men standing before him shifted uneasily, their heads bowed.

"Sir... we didn't know how he caught us," one of them stammered.

"Acha," the voice hissed, dripping with venom. "Ek kaam dhang se kiya nahi. Aur ab main sir aur ma'am ko kya jawab dunga, huh?"

The men exchanged nervous glances, knowing better than to respond. The shadowy figure stepped forward, his boots echoing ominously on the cold concrete floor.

"Fools," he spat, his tone laced with rage.

At Dhairya's Mansion [ Anaya's Father]

In the lavish confines of his grand mansion, Dhairya sat in his ornate armchair, a steaming cup of tea in hand. The grandeur of his surroundings did little to mask the storm brewing within him.

"Us ladki ne sab kharab kar diya," he muttered under his breath, venom dripping from every word. "Aisi hi uski maa thi. Aisi hi beti. Agar aaj yahan hoti, acha tareeke se meri Yadhuvanshi ke saath deal hui hoti. Par sab par paani pher diya."

He slammed the teacup onto the table, the sound reverberating through the hall. "Meri beti nahi hai woh," he hissed. "Aur woh Abhimaan... uske family ke ek part ko barbaad kya kiya? Meri beti ko hi le gaya."

His voice grew colder, each word soaked in bitterness. "Usse lagta hai meri beti ko le jayega toh main kamzor ho jaunga? Arre! Kis naam ki beti? Par ek baat toh hai... agar aaj woh ladki yahan hoti, meri deal chali jaati." He sighed heavily, his gaze darkening. "Khair. Bhagwan bharose."

The shrill ring of his phone interrupted his monologue. He picked it up, irritated. "Hello?"

"Sir, Niya ma'am has arrived in India," came the crisp voice on the other end.

A sly smirk spread across Dhairya's face. "Oh... ab ayega na maza," he muttered, his tone brimming with malice. "Haha... have a happy married life, Anaya and Abhimaan Singhania."

At the Singhania Mansion

Shalini paced the room, her irritation evident. "Ajay, Niya India aagyi hai," she said to her husband, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Ajay barely glanced up from his newspaper. "Ab kya fayda? Abhimaan ki shaadi ho gayi hai Anaya se," he replied nonchalantly.

Shalini rolled her eyes. "Are! Mujhe kya? Har baat shaadi pe kyun le jate ho? Mujhe pata hai shaadi ho gayi hai uski. Main toh waise hi batarahi thi." She paused, crossing her arms. "Aur woh idhar hi aa rahi hai. Jab tak woh India mein hai, yahin rahegi."

Ajay sighed, folding the paper. "Kya karoon? Let her come. Bas yeh yaad rakhna—don't do anything stupid, you two. I know you and her. Tum dono ek jaise ho."

Shalini gasped, offended. "Same? What do you mean, huh?"

He shot her an irritated look. "Yes, you and her are the same—both spoiled and gold diggers. You know exactly what I mean." Without waiting for her response, he walked out of the room.

Shalini glared at the door. "Jab se woh ladki is ghar mein aayi hai na, meri koi izzat hi nahi rahi." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Soon she'll be gone, and then I'll see this father-son duo's faces. Ab mujhe Niya ko sambhalna hoga. Kaise react karegi, pata nahi."

outside the Singhania mansion

The hum of activity surrounded her as Niya stepped out, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She ended her call abruptly, her irritation evident.

"Finally," she muttered, adjusting her sunglasses. "I've come to my one and only motive destination..." Her lips curved into a sly smile. "Abhimaan Singhania."

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