Pyar ek zaher hai aayara, aur ye kambakhat ishq , ek din zaan le lega ye meri .
kabhi naa kabhi to mujhe pta chalega ki tumhari aankhein aur tumhari baatein ek dusre se alag kyu hai.. aur tab tak.. sabr .. aur pyar .. pyar sikhaungi tumhe aur sabr...
The soft cries of her son woke Aayara from her sleep. Startled, she sat up, rubbing her eyes before turning to the small crib beside her bed. “Abhi… baby, what’s wrong?” she murmured, her voice soothing as she reached for him.
Her son, Abhimanyu, squirmed in her arms, his tiny fists clenched as his cries grew louder. Aayara cradled him close, rocking him gently. “Shh… sweetheart, mommy’s here.” She smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Settling into the chair near the window, she adjusted her saree and began breastfeeding him. The early morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, painting the modest apartment in hues of gold. Her gaze wandered to the bustling city below as she caressed her son’s soft curls.
“You’re growing so fast, Abhi,” she whispered, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and melancholy. “Two years already… just you and me.”
The past two years had been a whirlwind. After leaving Arjun’s mansion, Daksh had helped her start a new life far away from the chaos and toxicity she had endured. She had built this quiet world for herself and her son, cherishing the peace that came with it.
Abhimanyu stirred, his big, curious eyes locking onto hers as he nursed. Aayara chuckled softly, brushing her thumb against his chubby cheek. “You’re my little fighter, aren’t you? My reason to keep going.”
But even as she smiled, the faint scars on her heart and soul ached. She had left behind a life she once thought she couldn’t escape—a life filled with love that had turned into chains. Now, all that remained was her son, her hope, her everything.
“Mommy’s here,” she whispered again, kissing his tiny hand. “Always.”
As Aayara gently placed Abhimanyu back in his crib, her phone buzzed on the nearby table. She picked it up, smiling as she saw Daksh’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hello?” she answered, her tone soft yet warm.
“Hey, bhabhi… I mean, Aayara,” Daksh corrected himself, chuckling nervously. “H-how are you? And how’s my little champ doing?”
Aayara’s lips curved into a genuine smile. “We’re doing fine, Daksh. Abhi’s growing so fast… you wouldn’t believe it.”
“I believe it, bhabhi. He’s going to be a heartbreaker just like his chachu!” Daksh teased, his laugh echoing through the phone.
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You and your jokes. But really, thank you for checking in, Daksh. You’ve done so much for us.”
His tone grew serious. “Don’t thank me, Aayara. I did what anyone who cares about you would. You and Abhi deserved a fresh start.”
Her smile faltered for a moment, the weight of her past creeping in. “It hasn’t been easy, Daksh… but I’m trying. For Abhi.”
“And you’re doing amazing,” Daksh said firmly. “I’ll visit soon, I promise. I miss you both.”
“We miss you too,” she admitted, her heart warming at his sincerity.
As they ended the call, Aayara felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Daksh’s unwavering support had been a lifeline, and though she was miles away from the life she once knew, she wasn’t alone. She glanced at Abhimanyu, sleeping peacefully, and whispered, “You’ve got the best chachu, baby boy.”
For the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope.
Daksh turned away to go to his office putting the phone in his pockets..but he froze ....
Daksh's heart raced as Arjun's piercing gaze bore into him, his grip on Daksh's shoulder tightening.
"Bhai... I-I was just talking to a friend," Daksh stammered, his voice shaky as he attempted an awkward chuckle. He turned to walk past Arjun, but his brother’s hand stopped him, pulling him back with a force that made Daksh’s breath hitch.
“Where. Is. She?” Arjun’s voice was low, menacing, and laced with a controlled fury that sent shivers down Daksh’s spine.
“J-ji? Bhai, I don’t know w-what you’re talking about…” Daksh stuttered, his throat dry, his heart pounding against his ribcage.
Arjun’s eyes darkened, his face twisting with anger. “Do you want me to repeat myself?” His voice rose sharply, each word cutting through the air like a blade.
Daksh stepped back instinctively, his back pressing against the cold wall behind him.
“D-do you want Payal to get hurt?” Arjun spat venomously, his jaw clenching as his fingers curled into fists. “Where. Is. She?” he roared, his voice echoing in the corridor, his anger threatening to boil over.
Daksh flinched, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his brother’s wrath. The thought of Payal, the woman he loved, being dragged into this nightmare was enough to break him.
“S-Shimla,” Daksh whispered, his voice trembling as guilt and fear gripped him.
Arjun’s lips curled into a cold smirk, his expression a mix of triumph and malice. He released Daksh’s shoulder abruptly, leaving him shaken and unable to move.
“Good,” Arjun said, his voice eerily calm now. “You’ve done well to cooperate, Daksh.” He turned and walked away, his presence leaving an oppressive silence in his wake.
Daksh stood frozen, guilt gnawing at him. What have I done? he thought, his chest tightening as the realization of his betrayal hit him like a tidal wave.
