Shivansh Singh Rajput, the charming prince, and Siyanshi Chauhan, the intelligent girl, led the pack. Nikhil Rathore, son of a renowned businessman, and Ashika Singh Rajput, Shivansh's sister, sizzled with passion. Vivaan Rajvansh, heir to a busines...
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I sat in stunned silence, my mind reeling from the events of the past two days. Things don't always go as planned, and I had learned that the hard way. Anshi, the girl I loved, the girl I thought I knew, had tried to kill my brother and sister. The memory of that day was still etched vividly in my mind. I remembered the sound of the gunshot, the sight of Veer and my sister lying on the ground, and the feeling of utter helplessness that had washed over me. And then, I saw Anshi, her face, the gun still clutched in her hand. I also saw Siddhi Chauhan standing there, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except for the fact that my brother and sister had been shot by the person I loved. The redness in Anshi's face, the anger in her eyes, it all still haunted me. I couldn't understand why she had done it, what could have driven her to such extremes. All I knew was that my world had been turned upside down, and I was still trying to pick up the pieces.
I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Anshi, the girl I had given my heart to, had tried to destroy the people I loved the most. My brother, Veer, was still in a coma, fighting for his life, and my sister... my sister was gone. The thought of her smile, her laughter, and her bright eyes was now nothing but a memory. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of grief and anger, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. I kept replaying the events of that day in my mind, wondering what I could have done differently. Could I have stopped Anshi? Could I have saved my sister? The what-ifs were eating away at me, consuming my every waking thought. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into a vortex of pain and regret. I didn't know how to escape, how to find my way back to the person I used to be. All I knew was that I had to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it seemed. I had to find a way to heal, to forgive, and to move on. But for now, the pain was still too raw, too overwhelming.
As I stood there, holding my little sister's lifeless body in my arms, I felt a pain that I had never felt before. It was as if my heart was being ripped apart from the inside out. I couldn't bear the thought of living without my little sister, my Dhaya. We had just spoken to the hospital staff and decided to shift Veer to our mansion for his safety. But even that couldn't bring me any comfort. I was consumed by grief and anger. I kept thinking about how things would have been if I had never met Siyanshi. She was the one who had destroyed my happy family. I think that she didn't understand the value of family, she didn't know what it meant to have people who loved and cared for you unconditionally. She had no idea what family meant, and she had destroyed mine without even batting an eyelid. I felt a wave of hatred wash over me, and I knew that I would never be able to forgive Siyanshi for what she had done. She had taken away the one person who meant the world to me, and I would never be able to get her back. The thought was too much to bear, and I felt myself breaking down. I held my sister's body close, tears streaming down my face as I mourned the loss of my little Dhaya. Maasa and Papasa, were crying uncontrollably. I immediately went to Maasa and hugged her tightly, trying to offer what little comfort I could. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed loudly, her body shaking with grief. "Ek maa ki badua lagegi usko, Shivansh, kabhi khush nahi rahegi woh," she cried. Bademaa, nodded in agreement, tears streaming down her face. "Haan, dekhna zindagi bhar aise hi akele rahegi," she said. My bua, spoke up next, her voice dripping with venom. "Acha hua meri dost chali gayi, warna aaj usko kitna dukh hota apni beti ka yeh kaam dekhke. Iski jeevan mein jitna dukh hai, kam hai," she said. I stood there, listening to their words, feeling a mix of emotions: anger, sadness, and regret. Just a few days ago, I would have fiercely defended Siyanshi against anyone who dared to speak ill of her. But now, I was forced to stand silently, knowing that she was the one who had committed this heinous act. I felt a deep sense of loss and betrayal, knowing that the person I loved and trusted could be capable of such a thing.
