The Unwanted Royal Marriage

73.Mere haath mein tera haath ho

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Meera's Pov

As I ended the call with Andrew, my fingers lingered on the phone, tapping lightly against the surface of the table. The memories of the past three years stirred something deep within me—a mixture of rage, pain, and regret. Rohan's name was enough to send a chill down my spine, not because I feared him, but because of the scars he had left on my life and on Adhyay's.

I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my belly absentmindedly. My little ones inside me gave me hope, a reason to keep moving forward. But even hope had its shadows, and Rohan was the darkest of them all. Andrew was right—Rohan needed to be visited.

I had been waiting for Abhimaan Bhaisa's wedding to conclude before dealing with this lingering specter from my past. I knew I couldn't delay it anymore. Adhyay deserved closure, and, truth be told, so did I. The betrayal, the pain, and the sacrifices Rohan had forced upon us—they were etched into our lives. Because of him, I had to stage my death. Because of him, Adhyay spent three long years mourning me, mourning us. He missed the miracle of Ruhaan's pregnancy, the joy of his birth, and the irreplaceable moments of Ruhaan's first years.

And now, with everything we had rebuilt, Rohan was still there—looming over us like an unfinished chapter that demanded to be closed.

A small smile tugged at my lips, but it wasn't one of happiness. It was cold, calculated—a smile filled with the promise of revenge. This wasn't just about closure. It was about justice.

I stood up and made my way to the window, staring out at the horizon as the evening light bathed the city in hues of orange and gold. I thought of Adhyay—how much he had endured, how much he had held inside himself. He was strong, yes, but even strength has its limits.

"Adhyay," I whispered, almost as if calling him to me. I could already picture the storm in his eyes when I told him about Andrew's call, about Rohan. He'd been waiting for this moment too, I knew it. The fire in him burned just as fiercely as it did in me, and it was time to unleash it.

I turned away from the window and headed toward the bedroom. It was time to plan. This wasn't going to be just any visit—it was going to be a reckoning. Rohan was about to learn the cost of his betrayal, and he would pay it in full.

But before that, I needed to prepare Adhyay. I needed him ready—not just physically, but emotionally. This wasn't just about revenge; it was about reclaiming the years we had lost, the time Rohan had stolen from us.

A small laugh escaped me as I thought about how this "visit" would play out. A blood party, Andrew had called it. And oh, it would be. Rohan wouldn't know what hit him.

For now, though, I needed to find Adhyay and tell him the truth. It was time to let the past know that the Ranawats were coming, and we weren't leaving anything unfinished.

Apart from all the chaos and drama surrounding us, our 4th anniversary was just around the corner. This year wasn't like the past ones. It wasn't just another date on the calendar. This year held a deeper meaning—a chance to reclaim the love and moments we lost during those three painful years apart.