Always Yours

"Marriage proposal "

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Mahak had wanted to check on Gauri ever since she stormed out from the dining table. But she got tangled up with some household chores and then had to sit with Dadi to finish a few things. Later, she convinced herself that maybe Gauri really needed some space—after all, she’d clearly said she didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. A few days alone might help her heal, Mahak thought.

By the time the night slipped into silence, the clock struck 2 a.m. Shivansh reached his own house and flicked on the lights. The moment brightness filled the living room, he froze.

There she was.

Gauri. Standing by the couch, clutching a diary in one hand and a bunch of photographs in the other.

Shivansh’s expression hardened instantly, his tone sharp and cold.
“What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” he demanded.

Gauri’s eyes burned with unshed tears as she snapped back, “I came to ask why. Why did you abandon the mansion because of me? What have I done that you hate even the sight of me? Just tell me, Shivansh—what crime am I paying for? Is it because I loved you? Or because I’m Rudra’s sister?”

Her words sliced through the silence, and for a split second, his eyes softened.

But Gauri wasn’t finished. She opened the diary and shoved it toward him. “This… I’ve had it since the day we first met. Read it. And then tell me if Vani loves you more than I do.”

Before he could react, she dropped to the floor at his feet, her hands trembling.

Shivansh snatched the diary, flipping through a few pages. Every line screamed of her feelings—why she adored him, how he was her favorite person, every small detail about him that had captured her heart. The photos spoke louder—candid shots she’d secretly taken over the years, of him lost in work, smiling faintly, unaware of her gaze.

And then… something in him snapped.

He threw the diary and photographs to the floor with force. Grabbing her wrist, he yanked her up. “You’ve lost your mind, Gauri!” he barked.

She tore her hand free, fire flashing in her eyes. “Yes! You drove me insane, Shivansh. You did this to me!”

“Enough!” His voice thundered, echoing off the walls. “For the last time—I do not love you. Accept it and stop haunting me. Because whatever you are, I will not let a woman sneak into my house at this hour and ruin my name.”

Her heart shattered. “So now I’m nothing but some stranger… some shameless woman in your eyes?”

Shivansh’s reply was ice. “You were never mine to begin with, Gauri. Never.” His words were merciless. “And hear me well—this is your final warning. I left Singh Mansion because of you. And now you’ve followed me here. Why can’t you just leave me the hell alone? The week you weren’t around… I had peace for the first time.”

Each syllable hit her like a dagger, tearing her apart, leaving her numb. She barely recognized him anymore. Was this truly the Shivansh she had loved—the one who once cared enough never to hurt her heart?

In the next breath, Shivansh seized her hand again, dragged her to the front door, and shoved her outside.
“Get out of my house, Gauri. And don’t you dare step foot in here again. This house doesn’t need you. It needs Vani.”

He extended his palm. “The keys.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached into her pocket. She dropped the house key into his hand. A second later, the heavy door slammed shut in her face.