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Meera's parents house Sharma mansion,
"Please… just let me see my daughter once," she begged. "Ananya said she goes to the university… take me there. I won’t ask for anything else I just want to see her face, just once." (Her mother)
Her husband stood by the window, fists clenched, his voice cold and bitter.
"She died for us the day she chose him. That man is her family now, not us."
Tears rolled down her cheeks. . "But she didn't choose him with joy… she didn't leave by choice… you know that. Please… please let me try once. A mother can feel when her child is in pain. Just once… let me hug my daughter."
Breaking down completely, she stepped forward and hugged her husband tightly, sobbing into his chest. He stood still for a moment, silent and unmoved. But then, with a sigh of resignation, he slowly raised his arms and wrapped them around her. "Fine," he whispered. "Try once more… but don't expect miracles."
Together, they went to the university. He called Ananya, voice heavier than usual.
"Ananya beta, we're outside. Please… take us to Meera."
Ananya answered gently, "Uncle, aunty… give me a moment. I'll bring Meera."
Meera was sitting in class, staring blankly at her notebook, lost in thought. Ananya entered and sat beside her. "Meera… someone’s here to see you," she whispered.
Meera looked up. "Who?"
Ananya hesitated. "Your parents."
Meera's breath hitched. "What? No… they can’t be..."
"They're waiting outside. Please come."
Heart pounding, Meera rushed out with Ananya. The moment she saw her mother standing there, tears streaming down her face, Meera ran and crashed into her arms.
"Maa…" she whispered, her voice cracking.
Her mother wept loudly, holding her like she was afraid she’d disappear again. "Meri bacchi… meri jaan… I thought I’d never see you again."
Meera wiped her mother's tears and said softly, "Maa, I missed you… every single day."
Her own tears wouldn’t stop. "Maa, please… calm down. I’m here now."
Her mother kept kissing her cheeks, forehead, and hands. "You've lost weight… You look so tired… are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Maa. I'm really fine. Aap kaise ho?" Meera said, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Her mother kept crying. "Main kaise thik ho sakti hu. Tum hi to ho bas mere paas."
(How could I be fine without you? You’re all I have.)
Then Meera turned to her father.
"Papa… won’t you hug your daughter?"
His eyes welled up. Slowly, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if trying to protect what little was left of his shattered world. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and whispered brokenly, "Your father died the day you left us, beta… I thought I'd never see you again. Beta… I'm sorry."
Meera blinked back her tears and softly said, "Papa… I'm fine. I really am… I'm okay."
Her mother shook her head, firm and emotional. "No, beta. We've come to take you home. You'll come with us."
Meera froze. A strange fear rippled through her chest as she took a step back. "No, Maa. I… I can't go with you. I'm not unhappy there. I'm happy."
Her mother raised her voice. "I don't want to hear anything. I won't let you go back to that man!"
Meera looked down, gathering courage, then met her eyes. "Maa, he's… he's a good man."
Her mother's voice cracked with disbelief. "You're calling that monster a good man?"
"He's not a monster," Meera replied quietly but firmly. "He's my husband. And not just that, aapka damad hai. Please speak with respect. And I’m not going anywhere."
"You've become weak in front of him. You’ve lost yourself," her mother snapped.
"I'm not weak," Meera said, eyes stinging.
"Then why hasn't the media learned the truth yet?" her mother challenged. "If you weren’t weak, you would've come forward and told the world everything."
Meera's voice shook, but her resolve didn’t. "Isme sach kya janna hai, Maa maine ye shadi apni marzi ki hai. And I swear mera pati mera sath kabhi nahi chhodega. I do know one thing my husband is a good man. And I will choose him again and again."
Her father's voice was cold now. "You've seen it now. I told you there's no point talking to her. From today onward, we consider we never had a daughter."
"You're leaving your family… for that monster?" he said bitterly.
Meera looked into his eyes with trembling lips. "If you won't accept him as your son-in-law, fine… but he's my husband. And I will not listen to anything against him. Not from anyone."
Just then, Meera spotted Kabir at the university gate. Her face turned pale. "I'm sorry, Maa… Papa… I have to go," she whispered quickly and rushed away toward Kabir.
"Kabir? You're here?" she asked, heart pounding.
"Yes, Bhabhi. Boss asked me to check on you," he replied calmly.
Panic flashed across her face. "Kabir, please… don't tell Mr. Singhania that I met my parents today. Please."
Kabir looked at her, conflicted, but then nodded. "I won't tell him, Bhabhi. But… you have to promise me something. That you'll never meet them again."
Meera took a shaky breath, then nodded. "I promise. I'll never meet them again."
Kabir gestured gently. "Then please go back to your class."
Meera turned and walked away, not looking back.
Once she was gone, Kabir sighed, his voice low to himself, "I won't tell him, Bhabhi… but somehow, Boss will find out anyway."
Isha arrived at Aditya's house, her high heels clicking softly on the marble floor as she walked in. The silence in the house was unusual, almost too perfect.
She looked around and spotted Roop arranging flowers near the stairs. Isha called out, "Where’s Dadi?"
Roop straightened up with a warm smile. "Dadi isn't home, ma'am."
"And Aditya's wife?"
Roop replied without suspicion, "She's gone to college, ma'am."
Isha hummed thoughtfully and waved her hand. "Fine. Bring me a coffee."
Roop nodded obediently. "Yes, I'll get it right away."
As soon as Roop left, Isha's gaze turned sharp. Her eyes scanned the walls, the corners, the photographs on the console. She wasn't just observing she was assessing. So this is the fortress she's managed to secure... Let’s see how long she can hold it.
When Roop returned with the coffee, Isha asked casually, "When will Meera be back?"
"She'll be here any moment now," Roop answered.
Isha took a slow sip, then said with a faint smirk, "What's she like?"
Roop chuckled softly, not sensing the underlying tone. "Very sweet and simple… a little childish sometimes. But very kind. Adi Baba… he just can't stop following her around. She's the center of his world."
Isha's jaw clenched ever so slightly. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. Of course he is. Men and their temporary fascinations…
Just then, a few men entered carrying a new mattress. Roop turned to them, "Take it to Dadi's room."
Isha's brows furrowed. "Dadi isn't home. Why send it to her room?"
Roop answered innocently, "Oh, Dadi said Meera bhabhi might be uncomfortable on the old one. So Adi Baba had a new one delivered."
Isha’s eyes narrowed. "If she's uncomfortable… shouldn’t she be in Aditya's room?"
Roop blinked, confused. "No Isha didi, Meera bhabhi stays in Dadi's room. She has from the beginning. She doesn’t stay in Adi Baba's room."
That hit Isha like a brick. She stood up suddenly, her voice sharp, "What did you just say?"
Roop stammered, "I… I just said… she stays with Dadi. Not in the master room."
"Why was Isha here?"
"I don't know, bhaiya. She didn't say. Just asked a few things, had coffee, and left."
Vansh wasn't convinced. His voice hardened. "What did she ask?"
"She asked about Meera bhabhi… when she's coming home, what she's like. I told her she's sweet and simple. Then she asked where she stays… and I said Dadi's room, like always. Then she just left."
There was a long pause. Vansh's stare darkened. He understood the gravity of what had just happened. Isha didn’t come for coffee. She came for intel.
"You told her Meera lives in Dadi's room?" he asked, his voice low, dangerously calm.
Roop nodded, sensing something wrong now. "Yes, why?"
Vansh stepped closer, towering over her. "Roop, if you don't have the brains to understand what not to share, then don't talk at all. Use your head before you open your mouth. Idiot."
Roop flinched, murmuring a soft "Sorry, bhaiya."
Vansh’s mind was already elsewhere. He took out his phone and dialed Kabir. "Find out where Isha went after she left here. I want details. And keep an eye on Meera… discreetly. I don't trust Isha around her."
Riya was heading home with Dara bhai when her eyes suddenly landed on a familiar face Kabir, sitting in his car, deep in conversation over the phone. Her heart fluttered with joy. She leaned forward eagerly.
"Dara bhai, please stop the car!" she said excitedly.
The moment the car halted, Riya stepped out quickly and walked straight toward Kabir’s car. Kabir noticed her instantly and ended his call mid-sentence. Without hesitation, he opened the door and gently pulled her inside. Riya couldn’t stop smiling as she threw her arms around him in a warm hug.
"Kabir bhai, do you know how much I missed you?" she said, her voice soft and full of affection.
Kabir returned the hug with equal warmth. "I missed you too, beta. But why did you come here like this? You know it's not safe for you to meet me in public like this."
Riya made a pout. "Why? Can't I even meet my brother now?"
Kabir cupped her cheek gently. "Beta, you know if someone sees you with me, it could be dangerous for you. You're too precious."
She smiled, eyes sparkling. "I was just on my way home. I called Adi bhai and he sent Dara bhai to pick me up. I want to meet Meera bhabhi."
Kabir's tone turned firm but caring. "Then you're not getting out of this car again. Bhabhi will be here soon. We'll go with her."
Riya nodded. "Okay bhai, but I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Ice cream!" she grinned.
Kabir chuckled. "Done." He immediately called the guard in the car behind and asked him to bring ice cream.
Just then, Meera appeared near the university gates. Kabir stepped out and walked toward her. Seeing her, his usual composed expression softened.
"Bhabhi, are you okay?" he asked gently.
Meera gave a small, tired smile. "Yes, I'm fine."
Riya peeked out of the car window and her eyes lit up. She got down and stood still for a moment just watching Meera. It was the first time she was seeing her in person. For a moment, she didn’t speak, just stared at Meera's face, her eyes taking in every detail.
Kabir opened the car door for Meera with his usual quiet respect, and Meera slid in silently, her eyes a little distant. Riya's face lit up the moment she saw her.
"Hi bhabhi! You're so beautiful," she gushed, her excitement bubbling over.
Meera looked at her for a moment, as if studying the innocent sparkle in her eyes, then gave a faint smile. Before Meera could respond, Riya went on, "You don't know me yet I'm Kabir bhai and Adi bhai’s little sister!"
That made Meera's smile grow a little more genuine. Her expression softened.
Kabir, sensing the atmosphere, leaned forward from the front seat and handed over two cups of ice cream. "Here you go."
Then he turned to Riya. "Want anything else, beta?"
Riya took the ice cream, shook her head dramatically, and said, "Nope. I’ve already made plans once I reach home."
Kabir chuckled. "Alright, Princess."
Then he turned to Meera. "Bhabhi, aapko kuch aur chahiye?"
Meera quietly replied, "No, thank you." She hadn’t touched the ice cream yet.
Kabir started the car, and they headed home in a comfortable silence. The only sound was the occasional rustle of Riya eating her ice cream and humming softly.
By the time they reached home, Aditya was already waiting, seated on the large leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, fingers playing with his ring absentmindedly. The moment Meera's eyes met his, her heart gave a nervous jolt. Her hand went instinctively to the edge of her dupatta, gripping it tighter.
Riya, oblivious to the tension, squealed with joy and jumped out. She ran inside and flung herself next to Aditya on the couch, hugging him tightly.
"Bhai! I missed you so much!" she beamed, her voice echoing through the hall.
Aditya's expression immediately softened. He kissed her on the forehead and said warmly, "I love you, beta."
Then his eyes slowly drifted to Meera, who was still standing at the door.
"You met your bhabhi?" he asked Riya, without taking his eyes off Meera.
Riya turned toward Meera and nodded. "Yes, but now I'm jealous. Bhabhi's way too pretty!"
Aditya smirked, his gaze lingering on Meera. "Jaan, why are you still standing there? Come here."
Meera shook her head, voice barely steady. "I… I'll just go freshen up."
Meanwhile Kabir muttering under his breath, "Boss, itne shaant kaise hain. Kya chal raha unke dimag mein?"
She turned and quietly went upstairs without looking back.
Riya frowned slightly. "Bhai, is bhabhi always this quiet?"
Aditya glanced at the stairs and then looked back at her. "Why do you ask?"
"She didn't talk much during the ride. Just kept quiet."
Aditya sighed lightly, trying to mask his thoughts. "Maybe she's just tired. It’s been a long day."
Riya nodded slowly, finishing her last bite of ice cream. "Hmm… I thought so too. That’s why I didn't disturb her much."
Aditya ruffled her hair. "Good girl."
Then he says to Riya, "Riya beta, you wait here I'll just go meet your bhabhi and come back."
Riya grabs Aditya's wrist before he can leave and says sweetly, "Bhai, wait. You know girls love surprises like you bring gifts for me? You should start bringing something for bhabhi too whenever you come home. She'll love it."
Aditya raises an eyebrow. "And what if your bhabhi throws it on my face if she doesn't like it?"
Riya giggles. "So what? Aap bhabhi ke liye itna nahi kar sakte. At least try! Think what if she likes it and smiles because of you?"
Aditya thinks for a moment, then smirks. "Hmm… valid point. You really are a dangerous little advisor. Okay, done. From now on, gift idea accepted."
Riya grins. "Good! Now go and make her smile!"
Meanwhile, in Dadi's room, Meera stood in front of the full-length mirror, struggling with the delicate dori of her pastel-colored suit. Her fingers fumbled, frustration clouding her face as she sighed.
Suddenly, she heard the soft click of the door.
She turned quickly, startled. "You…? What are you doing here?"
Aditya leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes lazily scanning her. "Came to check if my wife remembered how to smile… or if she needs some motivation."
"I don't want to see you right now," she said sharply, stepping back.
"Too bad, Baccha." he said, walking in slowly, like a predator stalking his prey. "Because I do want to see you."
She took a step back with him each step he took forward, until her back hit the wall, eyes wide. "W-What are you doing?" Her breath hitched.
Placing both hands on the either side of her against the wall, he leaned in just enough to make her heartbeat thunder in her ears. "Relax Jaan. Just helping you. That dori looked like it was trying to win a battle against you. Let me tie it."
"I'll do it myself," she whispered, voice barely audible.
Aditya leaned in closer, chuckled and eyes dark with amusement. "Jaan, you should really give your husband a chance."
Before she could protest, he gently turned her around by the wrist. She closed her eyes tight, biting her lip, holding her dupatta to her chest. His fingers grazed the bare skin of her back as he slowly tied stubborn dori each tug sending shivers down her spine.
"Jaan, aap apne pati itna kyun darti hain?" he murmured behind her ear.
She opened her eyes but didn't respond.
He pulled the last knot.
He glanced around the room. "You know," he said smoothly, brushing a strand of her hair aside. "I had a new mattress sent for this room. Very soft… very comfortable."
Then he gave her that slow, wicked smile. "Was thinking maybe tonight, you and I make some good memories right here, could test it properly..."
Her mouth fell open in outrage. "Mr. Singhania aapko sharam nahi aati Dadi pavitra room mein aise ashlilta bhari baatein kar rahe hain aap?"
(Translation - Mr. Singhania! Have you no shame? This is Dadi's sacred room and you're here saying such filthy things?)
He raised a brow. "That's why I said let's shift this holy conversation to our room. More privacy there."
Throwing her hands up, she looked heavenward. "Hey Kanha… how shameless is my husband!"
Aditya grinned with no remorse. "Apne chuglipartner ko ye bolna mat bhulna ki aapke shameless pati ke paas ek khatrnak ziddi biwi bhi hai."
(Translation - Don't forget to tell your gossip partner one more thing that your shameless husband has a dangerously stubborn wife.)
Meera narrowed her eyes. "Dangerously? You haven't even seen dangerous yet."
He stepped even closer, lips almost brushing her ear. "I'd love to. Just make sure we're locked in… together."
She pushed him again, "Go! And shut the door behind you!"
As he left, he turned once more with a wink. "Don't miss me too much, Mrs. Singhania. But if you do... I won't mind night in Dadi's sacred room.”
ISHA'S PRIVATE PENTHOUSE – NIGHT
Isha stood in front of a massive mirror, draped in silk, her wine glass half-full, lips painted the shade Aditya once said looked "dangerous in a good way." The dim lighting flickered softly around her, the skyline of the city reflecting like a kingdom that should’ve been hers. Her eyes were dark, intense, unblinking.
She whispered to her reflection. "Aditya Singhania... you were mine before she ever existed."
Her voice turned brittle with fury. "You used to call me your shadow... you said no one understood you like I did. You built your empire with Vansh on one side and me on the other. And now? You want to crown some innocent little girl your queen?"
She gritted her teeth, her grip on the glass tightening until it cracked. Blood mixed with the wine as it dripped slowly to the floor.
"I watched you fall for her. She’s not meant for our world. But still... you married her. You chose her. You protect her. You sleep in her name, bleed in her name... even Vansh defends her like she belongs."
She walked to the wall, where photos of Aditya from his youth till now were pinned neatly. Some from newspapers. Others clearly stolen. "No. She doesn't belong. I do."
She took out a photo of Meera, hidden in the drawer. Slowly, delicately, she pinned it next to Aditya's. "You know what hurts more? Watching you soften for her. Watching you laugh, buy her gifts. You never did that for me. I was the one who cleaned your blood, burnt your secrets, and buried your sins."
Her breath caught, eyes burning with hate. "She doesn't even know who you are, Adi. But I do. I love every monster in you. That's real love. Not the fairytale you're living with her."
A cruel smile stretched across her face as she pulled out a small box from her drawer. Inside lay a sleek vial. "Vansh suspects something. That boy always watches me like a hawk. But it's too late now. I've made my move. This... this will take care of your 'innocent wife.'"
She pressed Meera's photo between her palms and kissed it mockingly. "You had your chance, darling. But Aditya was never yours."
She slams the glass down.
"You think you're protecting her by keeping her in that sacred little room. But that’s your weakness. You're hiding her. Like a secret."
She looks into the mirror, smiling coldly.
"But I will do what you cannot, Adi. I will protect you… from yourself."
"Meera has to go. Quietly. Gracefully. Maybe a car brake failure… maybe a slow poison in her temple prasad... something poetic. Something soft. Like her."
She sits down in front of the mirror again, applying kajal carefully.
"And when she's gone… you'll break. And who will be there to hold you together? I will. Like I always was. Like I always will be."
She leans forward, voice dropping to a whisper. "One day, you'll look into my eyes again not with anger… but with need. With the kind of love that breaks men like you. You'll say my name the way you did the night you burned down my enemies for me."
She closes her eyes, whispering. "Isha… only you."
A beat.
"But for that to happen… Meera has to die."
"She doesn't even live in his room…" she muttered. Then her tone turned icy. "She doesn't deserve to be his wife."
After some time,
ABANDONED FACTORY – NIGHT
A single, flickering light bulb hung in the middle of the vast, dusty room. Shadows moved like ghosts on the cracked walls. The air was thick with smoke and silence, until heavy boots echoed off the concrete floor.
A tall, scarred man walked in Raman, a notorious name in the underworld. He didn't work for money. He worked for revenge.
Sitting on a broken throne of crates, dressed in a blood-red coat, was Isha. Calm. Beautiful. Dangerous.
Raman smirked. "So, the queen herself. You don't usually need help killing, Isha."
Isha leaned back slowly, crossing her legs. "This one's different."
Raman raised a brow. "Who?"
She didn't say anything. Instead, she pulled out a photo and tossed it to him. It was Meera smiling, innocent, unaware she was being hunted.
Raman frowned. "A girl? The one married to Aditya Singhania?" He laughed. "You want her dead?"
Isha's voice was like ice. "No. I want her gone. Forever. Quietly. Without leaving a trace."
He looked at her, amused. "You're in love with Aditya."
Her gaze snapped to his, venomous. "Love? No. I belong to him. Before she came, it was just me, Aditya, Vansh, and Kabir. We ruled the world. I was his shadow... and now this girl walks in and he forgets everything?"
Raman studied her. "And what happens when he finds out? You think he'll forgive you for killing his wife?"
She smiled slow, chilling. "He won't find out. You'll make sure of that. A clean accident. A misfire. A medical mistake. Maybe a poisoned dessert… something poetic."
Raman lit a cigarette. "And what's in it for me?"
She stood and walked toward him, close, her perfume wrapping around him like a threat. "You'll get the Singhania deal you’ve always wanted. Arms, diamonds, routes. I'll make it happen. But only after she’s out of the picture."
Raman exhaled smoke in her face, smirking. "Cold-hearted. I like it. When?"
Isha turned to the broken window, watching the full moon. "She goes to university. Alone. No guards. No Kabir. No Aditya. Do it then. No blood. Just... silence."
Raman nodded once. "Done."
As he turned to leave, Isha called after him. "One more thing. Don't underestimate her. She has Aditya's heart. That makes her more dangerous than you think."
He scoffed. "Then I'll rip it out with hers."
Isha turned back to the window, her expression empty. "Good. Make sure it hurts."
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