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The grand hallway was heavy with guilt

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The grand hallway was heavy with guilt. No one dared to speak.

Aayansh stood silently, still processing the storm that had just passed.
His heart was pounding—not because of what had happened,

but because of her.

Ishanvi.

The woman who stood like a wall between him and the world.

The silence shattered again— this time by her voice.

"Main kisi ko maaf nahi karungi is haveli mein. Kisi ko bhi nahi," she declared, her voice like tempered steel.

["I will not forgive anyone in this haveli. Not a single one."]

Gasps. Eyes widened. Even Maya turned her face away, ashamed.

"Aap sab ne... bina soche samjhe, bina kisi saboot ke, Aayansh par ilzaam lagaya."

["All of you… without thinking, without proof, blamed Aayansh."]

"Apne hi khoon pe shaq kiya. Aap logon ne unka dard nahi dekha... unki aankhon ka bharosa tod diya."

["You doubted your own blood. You all didn’t see his pain… you broke the trust in his eyes."]

Her words didn’t scream—
they cut.

Each one, a lash on the conscience of those who once claimed to love him.

Then… she turned.

Her fingers reached for his hand.
And slowly, she held it tightly, as if sealing her vow with her touch.

"Aayansh…" she whispered.

He looked into her eyes—raw, vulnerable, but strong.

"Chaliye."

["Come."]

Without a second glance at anyone, she began walking, dragging him gently with her.

Their steps echoed down the corridor.
Every eye followed them—some in regret, some in awe.

But no one dared to stop them.

She opened the door to their room, pulled him inside, and shut the world out.

Now, just the two of them.

No accusations.

No lies.

No noise.

Just one woman who believed in him when no one else did, and one man who had never needed anyone until her.

She didn’t say another word— just wrapped her arms around him.

And for the first time that day,
Aayansh… let his head fall on her shoulder.

Not as a king.

Not as a man.

But as someone…

finally allowed to break.

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