They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Dil-e-nadaan Tujhe hua kya hai? Aakhir is dard ki Dawa kya hai?
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Riya's lips parted, but no sound came. She just stared—like she was seeing Raghav for the first time.
He wasn't done.
"Raag..." Riya whispered, eyes glassy. Her voice barely held together.
But Raghav didn't even blink. His voice shook, heart bleeding through every syllable.
"No, Riri. You need to hear this. Both of you do."
"Ask your Jizz—ask him why he never hated Ansh like you two do." His lips curled, pain etched into every muscle of his face. "Why? Because he understood. He knew the truth."
He turned to mishti. His voice cracked completely now. Tears welled up, clinging to his lashes.
"The one who suffered the most... wasn't you, or Riya, or even anyone else." He pointed at the Adair. "It was him."
Raghav's fists clenched at his sides. His throat moved as he swallowed back something hard. His voice wasn't angry anymore. It was breaking.
"But Ansh....He didn't even know until he was fifteen... that Boss wasn't his real brother." His voice wavered, then snapped like a thread stretched too tight. "That the man he grew up calling Dad wasn't even his father!"
He looked around the room—like he was searching for someone, anyone, who might understand.
"Tell me... how do you think that felt?" "Kya tum logon ne kabhi socha? (Did any of you ever think about it?)" His eyes burned with the heat of memory. "Did anyone even try to understand him?"
Silence slammed into the room like a thunderclap. No one moved. The ticking wall clock sounded like a drumbeat now. Loud. Inevitable.
Raghav's voice dropped to a whisper—ragged, hoarse, raw.
"No. You all just saw what you wanted to see." His lip quivered. "You maybe imagine his smile and thought he was fine."
He turned, slowly, toward Adair.
"But I saw the truth." He pressed a hand to his chest. "I saw him... crying quietly at night." His voice shook violently.
"Begging Boss's father—his own mother—just to meet his real father. But no one listened."
Raghav turned to Adair now. His voice softened, but his words were blades.
"Boss..." He inhaled, like the next words would tear his insides apart. "I know you've suffered. Maybe more than any of us. I can't even imagine what it's like—to grow up unwanted, to lose your mother at birth..."
Adair's hands trembled slightly, but he remained still. His lips pressed into a hard line.
