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~ Adhvika’s POV ~

It’s been four days since that nightmare tore through our lives. Four days of suffocating silence and aching hearts. Nothing is the same.

Atharva and Tejasswi have started to distance themselves from each other. Not because their bond of blood is broken—no, it’s something deeper. It’s

The guilt,
The pain,
The overwhelming

weight of betrayal that’s pushed them apart. Tejasswi is drowning in the truth she was forced to swallow, and Atharva... he’s battling the demons of his own shattered reality.

I see the way Atharva watches her, his eyes filled with helplessness and frustration. He wants to reach out, to tell her that nothing’s changed. That she’s still his sister. But he’s terrified. Terrified of saying the wrong thing. Terrified of not being enough.

And Tejasswi... She’s shutting everyone out. Including him. Including me.

The only person who could reach out to her is Karan bhai. Her meals, her sleeping schedule everything is now looked by him.

I’ve tried talking to her, comforting her, but her pain is a fortress I can’t breach. And it’s killing Atharva. I can see it every time he glances at her, his expression crumbling when she avoids his gaze. When she forces a smile that never reaches her eyes.

Adhvika: Atharva, you have to talk to her,

I whispered last night, my fingers laced with his as we sat in the darkness of his room.

Atharva: She won’t listen.

He murmured, voice hoarse with frustration.

Atharva: She’s locked herself away, and I don’t know how to reach her.

But I won’t let him give up. I can’t. Because Tejasswi needs him, even if she won’t admit it. And Atharva needs her just as much.

The living room was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that presses down on your chest until every breath feels like a struggle. Atharva’s head rested against my shoulder, his body slumped with exhaustion and grief. My fingers gently threaded through his hair, offering what little comfort I could. The once unbreakable man beside me was now held together by the most fragile threads of strength.

My heart ached for him. For Tejasswi. For us all.

His hand gripped mine, his fingers desperate and trembling.

Atharva: Adhvika... what if she never forgives me? What if I can’t bring her back?

Adhvika: Shh… She’s hurting, Atharva. Just like you are. But she’ll come around. She just needs time.

I whispered pressing a kiss on his hair.

He scoffed bitterly.

Atharva: Time? It’s been four days. Four days of her locking herself away from me. From everyone. She’s slipping away, and I can’t…

His voice broke, the words choked and raw.

I squeezed his hand, hoping the gesture could convey what words couldn’t. That I was here. That I wasn’t going anywhere.

Adhvika: She’ll find her way back. And when she does, you’ll be right here waiting for her. Like you always are.

He fell silent, his breaths shallow and uneven. I kept running my fingers through his hair, wishing I could take away his pain. Wishing I could fix everything.

The creak of a door shattered the quiet, and we both stiffened. My gaze snapped to the hallway, my heart skipping a beat as Karan and Tejasswi emerged from the room.

It was the first time in four days she’d come out. The first time she’d allowed herself to be seen.

But the person standing there didn’t look like the Tejasswi I knew.

Gone was the bubbly, radiant girl who could light up a room with her mere presence. This Tejasswi looked fierce. Dangerous. A smirk twisted her lips, but it wasn’t the playful one I’d grown used to. This one was sharp. Ruthless.

Her eyes were icy and calculating, holding a darkness I’d never seen before. A darkness that made my stomach knot with unease. She looked like she could destroy anything—or anyone—who dared to cross her.

Atharva: Tejasswi?

Atharva’s voice was thick, his head lifting from my shoulder, his eyes brimming with desperate hope as he looked at her. Tejasswi’s gaze flickered over us, that icy glare melting away for a heartbeat. And in that moment, her eyes softened.

It was like watching the sun break through a thunderstorm, fragile and fleeting but unmistakable. The tension in her shoulders loosened, her lips parting as if she was about to say something.

I saw it. The yearning. The way her eyes clung to Atharva’s presence, like she’d been searching for something she couldn’t name and had finally found it. It was the kind of look that made my own chest tighten, hope blossoming in the wreckage of all the hurt.

Tejasswi’s steps were slow at first, hesitant, as though she was fighting an internal battle with herself. But her gaze stayed locked on Atharva, her defenses crumbling with every shaky breath.

Atharva rose from the couch with a swiftness I hadn’t seen in days. His arms reached for her, and Tejasswi didn’t flinch away. Instead, she collapsed into his embrace like it was the only thing holding her together.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, his fingers gripping her shoulders like he was afraid she might slip away agaiway

Atharva: Choti... I’m so sorry.

Atharva choked out, his voice raw with emotion.

Atharva: I’m so damn sorry.

Tejasswi’s hands clutched the back of his shirt, her breathing uneven as if she was struggling to hold herself together.

Teja: I hate them, bhai. I hate them so much. But... but not you. Never you.

The tears that had been threatening to fall finally broke free, glistening trails running down her cheeks. And Atharva... his own eyes were wet, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to keep himself from breaking down.

Atharva: You’re my sister. Always,

Atharva whispered fiercely, his voice trembling.

Atharva: Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever change that.

Her sobs hitched, her fingers clutching him tighter.

Teja: I am not your sister, bhai. Will you still accept me as your choti?

Atharva: No matter what they are saying, you were, you are, and you will be my choti always. Don't believe them

A warmth flooded the room, a bittersweet relief easing some of the pain that had been festering between them. My own eyes grew misty, tears pooling at the sight of them finally breaking down those walls built from betrayal and hurt.

Watching them, holding on to each other as if they were each other's lifeline, made my heart flutter. Because this was what mattered. Not the lies, not the manipulations. But the bond they shared, the love that ran deeper than blood.

Karan bhai, who stood nearby, released a breath he must have been holding, his own gaze softening. For once, there was a glimpse of peace in the chaos.

I allowed myself to smile, relief washing over me like a cool breeze. Maybe things weren’t fixed. Maybe there was still so much to mend. But this moment... this was a start. And I would fight alongside them, every step of the way.

Karan bhai cleared his throat dramatically, earning our attention with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. His arms were folded over his chest, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Karan:Now that you both have successfully sorted things out—well, sort of—I have a brilliant idea.

Tejasswi looked at him curiously, her cheeks still stained with the traces of tears, but her eyes were softer now, calmer.

Teja: What brilliant idea?

she asked, her voice almost playful.

Karan: How about we all go to see Ayodhya?

Karan announced, his enthusiasm so genuine it was impossible not to smile.

Karan: I really want to see my girlfriend’s childhood place. I mean, I need to know where you used to cause all your childhood havoc, Noor.

Her cheeks flushed pink, her lips twitching with a reluctant smile.

Atharva:Saale— Saale sahab, limit mein,

He corrected himself feeling my glare. And tejasswi chimed in

Teja: I wasn’t that troublesome.

Karan chuckled.

Karan: Oh, I doubt that. You probably drove everyone crazy with your tantrums.

Teja: Excuse me! I was a good kid.
she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Atharva rolled his eyes, though a smirk danced on his lips.

Atharva: good kid, my foot. You were a menace. Remember the time you locked me in the backyard because I refused to play hide and seek with you?

Tejasswi’s eyes widened.

Teja: you deserved it. You ate all my chocolates!

We all burst into laughter, the heavy tension finally lifting from the room. The sound of their playful banter felt like a balm to my soul.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

~ Karan’ POV ~

The air felt lighter now, laughter replacing the stifling tension that had choked the house for days. Tejasswi’s smile—real and genuine—was like a balm to my chest. Seeing her like this, even if it was just a glimpse of her old self, made me feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

Tejasswi looked at me, her eyes dancing with something warm and playful.

Teja: You really want to see Ayodhya? It’s nothing special.

Karan: Are you kidding me?

I leaned in, my voice dropping just for her.

Karan: Any place connected to you is special to me.

Her blush deepened, and she gave me a playful shove.

Teja: Stop being so cheesy, Karan.

“Never,” I replied with a wink. “Cheesy is my love language.”

Atharva groaned beside us, muttering something about ‘nauseating lovebirds’ under his breath. But I could see the relief in his eyes, the silent gratitude that his sister’s smile was back.

“Fine,” Tejasswi finally said, her eyes sparkling. “Let’s go. I’ll show you Ayodhya.”

Karan: Perfect,

I grinned, reaching out to lace my fingers through hers. Her hand fit perfectly in mine, like it was meant to be there.

The drive was filled with teasing and playful banter, Atharva grumbling from the front seat about my terrible taste in music while Adhvika only shook her head in fond exasperation. But I could tell they were relieved. Relieved that Tejasswi was trying to move forward, even if only a little.

When we reached Ayodhya, I couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the bustling yet serene city. It had a charm of its own, a warmth that seeped into your bones.

Tejasswi took me around, her enthusiasm growing as she pointed out places from her childhood. The sweet shop she used to sneak off to, the temple she would visit every Tuesday, the bookstore where she would get lost for hours.

At one point, she tugged me away from the others, guiding me towards the riverbank. The golden glow of the setting sun danced over her face, her hair fluttering softly in the gentle breeze. She looked ethereal, breathtaking.

Karan: You know

I murmured, my fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face,

Karan: This place suits you. It’s peaceful... beautiful.

Her eyes softened, her smile delicate.

Teja: I grew up here. This place has so many memories. But…

She hesitated, her gaze falling to our entwined hands.

Teja: Maybe... I can make new memories here. With you.

Something swelled in my chest, something fierce and possessive.

Karan: You have no idea how much I want that, Noor.

I lifted her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

She shivered, her breath catching.

Teja: You’re impossible.

Karan: and you love it.

Iwhispered, my lips now grazing her cheek.

Her eyes locked onto mine, a spark of mischief lighting them up.

Karan: Maybe I do.

Damn. She was going to be the death of me. And I was more than willing to go down if it meant I could keep her like this.

To be continued..

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The chapter got a little too long toh I have decided to divide the chapter into two parts!! Aka two chapter. Second part of the chapter will be out tomorrow.

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