" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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Aisha's chest heaved as she pulled away from Rajendra, her breath ragged and shallow. Trembling with a storm of rage and heartbreak, she turned to face her mother. Her grey eyes glistened with unshed tears, but there was no softness left in them—only raw pain and fury.
"You knew, didn't you?" Aisha's voice was sharp, slicing through the thick air like a blade.
Her mother flinched but didn't meet her eyes. The guilt was evident in her trembling silence—a confession without words.
"You knew all this time," Aisha's voice broke, thick with betrayal, "that I was your daughter. That I was an Oberoi." Her breath hitched. "You knew who I was, and still..." Her lips quivered as the weight of realization crushed her chest. "You didn't bother to tell me... or my family."
Her mother opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came.
Aisha took a step forward, her body trembling violently. "You had the chance to stop my suffering, to undo even a fraction of the hell you caused me." Her voice cracked. "But you chose not to."
The dam of tears broke, but her fury was louder than her sobs.
Her chest heaved as raw anguish poured out. "I thought you were different. I was stupid enough to believe that a stranger meeting me twice could care for me... that you could care for me."
Her mother took a hesitant step forward, but Aisha's hand shot up, stopping her cold.
"Don't," she hissed, her voice razor-sharp. "Don't come near me." Her words cracked with every syllable. "You stay the hell away from me."
Her mother's lips trembled. "Aisha, I—"
"No." Aisha's voice shattered. "You're never coming near me or my family again. Do you hear me?"
Her mother flinched, but Aisha wasn't finished. Her words came fast and fierce, raw with pain. "You know what? Forget what I said about setting you up with Dad. I don't need you. He don't need you. I'll find someone for him—a woman who's beautiful and kind, someone who actually knows how to love. Someone who won't tear my family apart, someone who won't hurt my dad or my brothers." Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "I hate you for hurting him. And my brothers. I hate you!"
Tears poured down her face, but her fierce glare didn't waver.
Rajendra's chest tightened as he watched his daughter break in front of the woman who'd ruined everything. Unable to stand it any longer, he signaled his sons.
Vikram immediately stepped forward; his face grim. He lifted Aisha into his arms without a word. She didn't resist. She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him with a desperation that made his heart ache.
"I've got you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
Her sobs were muffled against him as he carried her to the car. The others followed silently, their faces grim with unspoken fury.
