My Heart Doesn't Beat Without You

Part 1

Ridhima: "Jeevan mein toh aapne pyaar ko hasil nahi kar payi... Shayad mar kar hi usse paa loon... Umeed hai isse zindagi ke safar se maut ka safar aasan hoga..."

Saying that, she brought the poison bottle near her mouth. But before she could empty the bottle, a person came running towards her.

All she saw was a hand that stopped her from consuming the poison. Soon enough, she felt a tight jerk, causing the poison bottle to break into pieces on the floor. Ridhima kept staring at the broken bottle, too lost in thought to notice the person in front of her.

The person hugged her tightly to bring her out of the shock. But Ridhima, still too lost in her gaze at the broken bottle, felt that one small action could have ended her pain forever. But now, even that was broken.

When Ridhima came out of the shock, she found herself in someone's embrace.

She felt something strange—her heart felt lighter, the pain fading away. All her miseries were flying away. Just being in this embrace made her feel at peace, even though she didn't know who was holding her.

That landed her in a dilemma.

Ridhima: "Kaun hai, jiske baahon mein main itna sukoon mehsoos kar rahi hoon... Jiske paas aakar meri saari insecurity kam lag rahi hain. Jiske paas main apne saare dar bhag gaye..."

Still, in a daze, she couldn't recognize who the person could be.

The person pulled Ridhima out of the hug, and both of them were lost in each other.

She fumbled with her words.

Ridhima: "Ar... Ar... Armaan... Armaan..."

And hugged him tightly. When Armaan tried to speak up, Ridhima just hugged him even more tightly, silently asking him to stay in her arms.

They both felt the reunion of their souls, their hearts, and their lives. Armaan then started massaging her back to calm her down, but the tears from Ridhima's eyes wouldn't stop. She was crying her heart out. Initially, Armaan let her cry, but after a good 20 minutes, he tried to console her. He gently tried to pull her back so he could see her face, but Ridhima didn't let go.

Even after a lot of struggling, he couldn't get Ridhima out of his embrace. He looked at his basket, now sleeping in his arms, holding him tightly, as if never wanting to let go.

Armaan smiled at her, picked Ridhima in his arms, and carried her back to the room. He wiped her face, which had tear-streaked lines imprinted on it.

Meanwhile, Shahsank and Sid were waiting for Ridhima as the mandap was ready and the pandit ji was calling for the bride. But then they saw Armaan coming towards them, to their greatest shock.