As Arya uttered the word "yes", she couldn't explain the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. The memory of Shreyansh's naked form had left an indelible mark on her mind, and her body was betraying her in ways she couldn't control. A deep-seated desire to be close to him, to feel his warmth and touch, was warring with the rational part of her mind that screamed "this is wrong".

Arya's heart ached with the knowledge that she didn't deserve him, that their love was doomed from the start, and that they were destined to separate. Yet, her soul yearned for his love, his care, and his presence. Every fiber of her being longed to be enveloped in his embrace, to feel his gentle caress, and to be consumed by his passion.

As she stood there, torn between her conflicting emotions, Arya's body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her pulse quickened at the mere thought of Shreyansh's touch, her skin tingling with anticipation. Her mind was a battlefield, with her heart and body pleading to surrender to their desires, while her rational thoughts urged her to resist the temptation.

In that moment, Arya knew she was lost, caught in the whirlpool of her own emotions, with no escape from the all-consuming passion that threatened to engulf her.

"See, Maa, she said yes. Now don't worry, I will take good care of her," Shreyansh said, his voice filled with reassurance, as he turned to Soumya, whose eyes were still fixed on Arya with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Soumya nodded, seeming to accept Shreyansh's promise. "Okay, but don't trouble her. I'll send both of your breakfast in the room," she said, her voice softening as she turned to leave.

As soon as Soumya exited the room, Shreyansh's expression transformed into a sly smirk. He moved towards Arya, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You want to bathe with my help, wifey?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Arya's face contorted in frustration, her emotions swirling in turmoil. She glared at Shreyansh, her eyes flashing with irritation. "No, I don't need your help. I said yes so Maa could leave. I'll do it myself, my work," she snapped, her voice trembling with unknowingly emotions.

As she spoke, Arya moved towards her closet, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for her clothes.

Shreyansh's voice was laced with tenderness as he apologized, "Uff, sorry for troubling my Jaan." He moved closer, his eyes locked on hers, "Now, I won't trouble you, love. Come, let me help you, otherwise, you'll end up hurting yourself."

Arya's eyes sparkled with a mix of irritation and amusement as Shreyansh approached her underwear drawer. She had already taken out her upper clothes, but his bold move caught her off guard. "You shameless man!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with mock outrage, as he picked up her panty and cotton bra, bringing them to his nose to inhale her scent.

Shreyansh's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze never leaving hers. "I swear, I  was not  like that before, but you make me like that, and for you, I'm ready to become more shameless," he whispered, his voice husky, as he winked at her, lifting her in his arms.

Arya's face turned pink as she snatched her undergarments from his hands, her heart racing with excitement. "You're very bad," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes sparkling with a secret thrill.

" But you love my shameless side " right " he asked with proud smrik

" No" she let out

" liar "

Shreyansh chuckled, his breath caressing her ear, "BTW, you're more shameless. I was doing every shameless thing in front of your eyes, but you were watching me secretly, wifey." His words sent shivers down her spine, as he pulled her closer, his lips inches from hers.

As they stepped into the bathroom, Shreyansh closed the door behind them, enveloping them in a warm, intimate space. He gently guided Arya to  stand properly , his eyes locked on hers with a deep affection. "May I?" he asked, his voice soft and husky, as he sought permission to undress her.

Arya's heart swelled with emotions, her love for him threatening to overflow. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with  unknown emotions, as he began to unbutton her clothes. "I love you, Arya," he whispered, his fingers tracing the contours of her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Arya's voice trembled as she asked, "How can you still love me? You remember what I did to you?" I almost killed you ,  "

Her hands reached out, hesitantly, to touch his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest.

Shreyansh's eyes burned with intensity as he replied, "Yes, I can. You are the only girl whose heart beats like mine, whose love I adore. You are the only one for whom I am ready to die happily, even with your hand. You are the only one whose eyes my soul adores, whose voice my ears long to hear, whose touch my body craves. You are the only one who fills my mind with thoughts of you."

Arya's heart melted at his words, her love for him overflowing. "Yes, you shattered me, betrayed me, but still, you are the one who heals me, unknowingly, just by being near me. Seeing your face heals me, your smile soothes me, your voice calms me," he added,

Shreyansh's face drew closer, his lips inches from hers, as he whispered, "I promise to love you, to cherish you, to heal you, and to make you mine, forever."...

"Yes, I know you broke me, shattered me, but I'm ready to be shattered by you again and again. But I swear, I won't let you go. Please stop thinking of leaving me. Let's start fresh, a new life filled with our love," Shreyansh said, his voice filled with emotion, as he gently removed the loose pant from her legs, leaving her in her underwear.

Arya's eyes dropped, her voice barely above a whisper, "It's not easy. You and your family are so good, they forgave me for my sins, but I can't forgive myself, Shrey. I can't. No one can forgive me. I couldn't even save Ashvi. She was right in front of my eyes, living with Vivek, but I didn't see what was happening to her."

""Our family Arya " Shreyansh corrected her with  little furious voice which Made her gulp down

Shreyansh's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense, "Open it," he said, his voice soft, as he gestured to his shirt. Arya looked up, confusion etched on her face, but she didn't hesitate. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his skin, as she unbuttoned his shirt.

Shreyansh's eyes never left hers, his voice low, "You're really dumb. I feel like punishing you hard. You're considering yourself responsible for everything in your mind, which you're not." He held her chin, his touch gentle, "Yes, some are your mistakes, so work on them. Why are you thinking of running away like a loser?"

Arya's hands moved to his pant  her fingers trembling slightly, as she unbuttoned ,it  letting them fall to the ground. They stood there, both in their underwear, their eyes locked, the tension between them palpable. Arya's gaze drifted to Shreyansh's build-up body, her eyes widening slightly, as she took in his chiseled physique.

"This body, his soul, his heart, his mind, and himself, Shreyansh's, belongs to you, Jaan, only you. So, you can claim him later. Now, let's take a bath," Shreyansh said in a teasing tone, his voice husky, as he helped Arya out of her daze.

He gently lifted her onto the counter, the bathtub water level reaching their lower bodies. Arya winced slightly, her back wounds still tender, the bullet wound on her shoulder a painful reminder of her past. Shreyansh's eyes softened, his touch gentle, as he opened her hair, running his fingers through the strands, wetting them, and starting to softly wash them.

Arya's eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat, as she felt thousands of butterflies in her stomach. Her gaze drifted back to Shreyansh, her eyes roving over his face, his chiseled features, his broad shoulders, and his powerful physique. She felt all warm inside, her breath turning heavy, as Shreyansh's hands massaged her foot, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Shreyansh's eyes locked onto hers, his brow furrowed in concern, as he asked, "What happened? Why are you breathing fast?" His voice was laced with worry, his fingers gentle, as he continued to massage her foot.

Arya's voice trembled, "Not-hi-ng," as she tried to pull her leg back, her face flushing, her eyes avoiding his. She was feeling like touching herself, the sensation building up from within, a feeling she had been trying to suppress for so long.

"Tell the truth, Arya, what's wrong? Are you feeling pain?" Shreyansh asked, his voice laced with concern, as he gazed into her eyes.

Arya's mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mix of emotions. "What did I just do? I said yes to let him help me... which i should not ""

I should let Maa  help me"

" she thought, feeling like crying, her heart heavy with confusion.

As Shreyansh's hands moved on her body, Arya's skin tingled, her nerves alive with sensation. She felt like honey, warm and golden, her body melting under his touch. "I've never touched myself, I've always been scared... what if my fingers get stuck? What if I hurt myself?" she thought, her mind a whirlwind of fear and desire.

But today, she felt different. Today, she wanted to let go, to feel the rush of pleasure, to have an orgasm. Otherwise, she felt like she would die. "Why am I feeling this? Why can't I control myself  , why did I see him almost naked ? Why did I said yes to his help? Why does he affect me so much?" she thought, frustration and longing warring within her.

Arya's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with pent-up emotion. She felt like she was drowning in her own desires,....

"I'm feeling like having him, I want him so bad," Arya thought, her desire overriding the knowledge that they were not in good terms and her body was also  injured.

"I want him, I should tell him, only he can help me, after all, he is my husband," her heart urged, betraying her mind's reservations.

But her mind countered, "No, you should stay away from him, you have to divorce him."

Her heart protested, "No, you can't leave him, you love him, and now he's the one who can help you."

Her mind warned, "No, you shouldn't let your desires win."

Arya's thoughts were a jumbled mix of emotions, her body aching with longing. "I don't know anything for now, I just know I want him now," she exclaimed in frustration, her voice loud and husky, making Shreyansh flinch in surprise.

He looked at her, confusion etched on his face, "What?" he asked, his voice soft, as if trying to understand the turmoil brewing inside her.

Arya's eyes locked onto his, her gaze burning with intensity, her body trembling with unspoken desires. She felt like she was torn between her heart and mind, unsure of which path to take. All she knew was that she wanted Shreyansh, and she wanted him now.

In the blink of an eye, Arya settled into Shreyansh's lap, her body sinking into the warmth of his thighs as she positioned herself against his clothed erection. Shreyansh's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing like a wild drumbeat, as Arya's lips crashed onto his, her kiss hungry and all-consuming.

"Jaan," he whispered, trying to grasp the emotions driving her actions, but Arya wouldn't let him ask further questions. She devoured his lips with a fierce passion, her mouth moving with a desperation that left him breathless. As she balanced herself on his lap, she pressed her clothed core against his, her movements slow and tantalizing, teasing his erection with every subtle shift of her body.

Arya continued to move against Shreyansh's erection, her lips still locked on his, their lower bodies pressed together, separated only by the thin fabric of their clothing. Unbeknownst to her, blood was seeping from her wounded shoulder, the bandage a stark reminder of the pain she endured. Yet, she felt no pain no discomfort Shreyansh's gaze remained fixed  face , his eyes  not fell on her   bandage  which are now cover in her blood .

his eyes gleaming with amusement and understanding. He had finally grasped the reason behind her strange behavior over the past few minutes - she was honey for him, craving his touch, but her mind was too caught up in its own turmoil to express its desires.

The realization ignited a fierce passion within him. "My wife needs me," he thought, "and I am always ready to serve her." With a gentle yet firm grasp, he cupped her ass, guiding her movements against his erection. He deepened their kiss, his lips responding to hers with equal fervor, as he surrendered to the primal urge that had taken hold of them both. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrumming of their hearts and the insatiable hunger that drove them closer, their love and desire entwining like the tender shoots of a vine.

"Shrey..." Arya moaned, her voice trembling as a surge of pleasure built in her stomach. She broke away from his lips and buried her face in his neck, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses. "Yes...hunhhhhhh..." she whimpered, her nails digging into his chest as her legs turned to jelly.

"Shreyansh...I'm..." she gasped, her words hanging in her throat as she continued to move against him, her hand snaking around his neck. Shreyansh grasped her ass, urging her to move faster, their bodies racing towards the finish line.

"Hold up, Jaan, I'm not close yet...I want us to come together," he requested, his voice husky with desire. Arya's body shook as she took his shoulder skin between her teeth, her moans growing louder. "Ahhhhhhh..." she cried out, her body trembling with release.

As they both reached the pinnacle of pleasure, Arya's body went limp, dropping onto Shreyansh as he rested against the bathtub, breathing heavily. A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he whispered, "Congratulations on your first orgasm, wifey..." reminding her of her earlier threat to leave him, now a distant memory in the face of their intense passion.. .

As Arya relaxed in Shreyansh's arms, her eyes widened in realization, "No, this shouldn't have happened between us," she thought, her mind racing with guilt. Her eyes turned glassy, and she felt a lump form in her throat. "I have to leave, for his own well-being. I'll only hurt him," she convinced herself, trying to extricate herself from his embrace without meeting his gaze, leaving Shreyansh feeling uneasy and confused.

"What's wrong?" he thought, holding her hand, trying to reassure her. "Are you feeling shy or embarrassed? There's no need to, love. I'm your husband; you have every right to me," he said softly, coaxing her to look at him. But when she finally did, he was taken aback by the tears in her eyes and the guilt etched on her face.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain, Jaan?" he asked gently, his voice laced with concern. Arya's silence spoke volumes, her downcast gaze a clear indication that she regretted what had transpired between them. This realization shattered Shreyansh's heart, no matter how hard he tried to make things right, the rift between them seemed insurmountable.

Shreyansh's heart raced as he tended to Arya, but his gaze fell upon her wounded shoulder, and his world came crashing down. Fear gripped him, his breath caught in his throat. "Dammit, blood is coming out again!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with desperation. He fought to composed himself, urging her to dress quickly, his eyes pleading with her to hurry. "

Shreyansh's voice was laced with concern as he asked, "Do you want me to  dress  you or call Maa or Ashvi?" Arya's gaze met his, and she replied softly, "You can." But Shreyansh's tone turned mocking, "But I guess you're not comfortable with me." The hurt in his voice was palpable.

Arya's eyes dropped, and she felt a gentle tug as Shreyansh wrapped a towel around her. He pulled her closer, his movements tender, yet detached. As he unhooked her bra, his eyes remained closed, a sign of respect, but also a hint of emotional distance. He removed her panty and helped her into new underwear, his touch gentle, yet clinical. The entire process was a poignant reminder of the emotional chasm between them, a contrast to the intimacy they once shared.

Arya sat on the bed, her loose pants and bra a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil brewing inside her. Shreyansh tended to her wounded shoulder, his eyes fixed on the bandage, his silence a palpable reminder of the unspoken words between them since the bathroom incident. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions.

When she emerged from the bathroom,  after he left  after making her dress her underwear she was taken aback by Shreyansh's transformation - he was now dressed in a three-piece suit, a far cry from his casual clothes just an hour ago. Her mind raced with questions, "Where was he going? Why the sudden change in plans?"

As she sat on the bed, her gaze cast downward, a maelstrom of emotions swirled within her. "I've hurt him again," she thought, her eyes welling up with tears. "Why am I always the one causing him pain? Why do I bring sadness to his face and tears to his eyes?" The weight of her regret was crushing her, making her feel small and vulnerable...

" "I'm not regretting what happened between us a few minutes ago, I don't," Arya thought, her mind racing with emotions. But the truth was, she was overwhelmed, unsure of how to process her feelings. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to make sense of her emotions. "I just don't know what I feel," she admitted to herself, her voice barely a whisper.

In that moment, Arya felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. Her heart ached, her soul was weary, and her mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts.

Shreyansh's voice broke the silence, "Done." He helped her into a loose shirt, his touch gentle, yet detached. "I'm going to the office," he said, his eyes avoiding hers. "I'll send Maa or Ashvi  to assist you with your medicine and food. You need to eat something more to take your medicine. I'll send food with her." His instructions were laced with concern, but his tone was distant, devoid of the warmth she yearned for. "Have your meal and medicine on time," he said, before leaving the room without a backward glance, leaving Arya feeling lost, alone, and heartbroken.

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Sunaina stood outside Kunal's cabin, her eyes fixed on Neha's cabin across from her, waiting for the perfect moment to execute her plan. She wanted to create a misunderstanding between Neha and Kunal, and she knew just how to do it. As Neha emerged from her cabin, Sunaina's eyes gleamed with mischief. She took a step forward, her heart racing with excitement.

"Here's the file on Mr. Mittal, who has a brain tumor and needs surgery," Sunaina said, trying to sound nonchalant as she handed Kunal the file. But Kunal didn't even glance up, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. "Thanks, you can go," he dismissed her, his tone curt.

Sunaina's anger flared, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she waited for the perfect moment to strike. And then, she heard the knock on the door. She smirked, knowing Neha had arrived. As Kunal remained engrossed in the patient's report, Sunaina made her move. She pretended to twist her leg and fell into Kunal's lap, her body pressing against his.

Kunal's eyes widened in surprise, and he tried to push her away, but Sunaina held tight, a sly smile spreading across her face. Just then, the door burst open, and Neha stood there, her eyes blazing with anger. "Get up, Sunaina!" Kunal exclaimed, trying to separate them, but Sunaina didn't budge.

In a flash, Neha grabbed Sunaina and pulled her off Kunal's lap, delivering a tight slap that sent Sunaina crashing to the floor. But Neha wasn't done yet. She turned to Kunal, her face fierce, and slapped him too, the sound echoing through the room.  " I already told you na stay away from him , ?" she said in  anger looking at  sunaina her voice trembling

And then, in a move that left Kunal breathless, Neha sat down on his lap and pressed her lips to his, leaving him senseless

Kunal's mind was still reeling, trying to process the whirlwind of events that had just transpired. One moment, Sunaina was in his lap, and the next, Neha was slapping her and then him, her anger palpable. And then, in a shocking turn of events, Neha's lips were on his, her kiss fierce and passionate. Kunal's first kiss, and it was an angry one, he thought, still trying to wrap his head around it.

But before he could even process his emotions, he felt a searing pain in his upper lip. Neha had bitten him hard, her teeth sinking into his flesh, making his lip bleed. Kunal's eyes widened in shock as he tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He couldn't believe what was happening. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Neha's kiss had left him breathless, but the bite had left him reeling. He didn't know what to make of her mixed signals - the anger, the passion, the pain. All he knew was that his lip was throbbing, and his heart was racing. He looked up at Neha, his eyes searching for answers, but her face was a mask of emotions, leaving him even more confused.

Neha's lips left Kunal's, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes flashing with anger. She stood up from his lap, her gaze fixed on Sunaina, who was still lying on the floor, a smug expression on her face. "He's mine," Neha growled, her voice low and menacing, like a warning.

Neha's words were laced with possessiveness and frustration. "How many times do I need to tell you to stay away from him?" she continued, her voice rising. "He's already taken, and you're just too blind to see it. He's a big idiot who can't even understand your true intentions. I don't know how he became a doctor!"

Neha's glare turned to Kunal, her eyes piercing. "Excuse me," he said, holding her arms, but she shook him off. "Shut up, let me deal with her first, then I'll handle you," she said, her voice firm and commanding.

Sunaina looked up at Neha with a mocking glint in her eye. "But he doesn't like you, Ms. Neha," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You're the only one who's after him. He always chooses me to work with him, and you know why."

Kunal felt like he was caught in a whirlwind, unsure of what was happening. Sunaina's words left him speechless, his mind reeling with confusion. He looked at Neha, who was seething with anger, her chest heaving with rage. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions, and Kunal felt like he was drowning in the chaos.

" What the hell happening "

Kunal's mind was racing as he watched Neha and Sunaina go at each other like cats and dogs. "What the hell is happening?" he thought, feeling like he was trapped in a nightmare.

Neha's anger boiled over as she turned to Kunal, her eyes blazing with intensity. "Ohhh really, let me clear up this misconception," she spat, her voice venomous. She grabbed Kunal's hand, her grip like a vice. "Say it, say you're mine," she demanded, her eyes flashing with possessiveness.

Kunal looked at Neha, then at Sunaina, feeling like he was being torn apart. "Yes, I'm yours, Neha," he said finally, his voice  with full of love and loud.

But Sunaina was not one to give up easily. "He's lying, he likes me " she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Neha's anger reached new heights. "Ohhh god, stop this bullshit, Sunaina! I never liked you, never did. You're a good neurosurgeon, an experienced doctor, that's why I  liked your work that's why i choose you with me in

Option theater  ," Kunal said, his voice firm.

Sunaina's face contorted in anger. "You took me with you because you like me, just like I like you," she said, her voice rising.

Kunal's eyes widened in disbelief. "As you're thinking like that, then Ms. Sunali also can   thinks like that because I took her too with me in the operation  theater  "" he asked

But Sunaina was beyond reason. "I don't know anything, I just know I like you, Kunal. In fact, I love you. Please try to understand my feelings, I love you, Kunal," she said, trying to hug him.

But Neha was having none of it. She pushed Sunaina away, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't you understand the language of love? He said he doesn't feel anything for you, then why are you still after him?" Neha asked, her voice exasperated.

Sunaina's anger boiled over. "I'm not talking to you, stay away from our matter," she spat, her eyes flashing with fury.

Naha voice was firm and resolute as he stood up to Sunaina, her eyes locked on hers with a mix of frustration and desperation. "Everything about him is my matter, Ms. Sunaina," she  said, her  tone leaving no room for argument.

"Listen, Sunaina, please stop this nonsense. You can't force anyone to love you, and I swear, I never liked you. Never did." Kunal let out I'm furious tone

Kunal's words were laced with a sense of urgency, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're a good doctor, I'll give you that. I respect your work, but that's where it ends. Please, for your own sake, stop this charade. If you continue down this path, it will only lead to heartache and ruin your future."

Kunal's eyes pleaded with Sunaina to understand, his voice taking on a softer tone. "You'll find someone who truly loves you, someone better than me, who will cherish and adore you for who you are. Someone who will make you happy, truly happy."

Kunal's gaze drifted to Neha, his eyes filled with adoration and love. "I've already lost my heart to someone, someone I love more than anything, more than my own life. She's my everything, my reason for living. I've seen many dreams for our future together, and I won't let anyone come between us. She's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, and that someone is Neha. I love her."

As he said he  love Neha

" Neha eyes moved towards him with softness

  A small smile  broke down on her lips  , her heartbeat increased

Kunal's voice turned firm once again, his eyes flashing with intensity. "So please, stop this nonsense and get out of my cabin. Leave us alone and find your own happiness, because you won't find it here."...

As Kunal spoke, Sunaina's face crumpled, and she turned to leave, her heart heavy with rejection. Kunal turned to Neha, his eyes filled with concern. "You shouldn't have slapped her," he said, his voice soft.

Neha's eyes flashed from  softness to mock anger, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, you're getting worried about her? How sweet." She took a step closer to Kunal, her eyes blazing. "I swear, Kunal, I told her a hundred times, with love, to stay away from you. I warned her not to bring such feelings into her heart, just because you like her work." Neha's voice rose. "But she never understood. I was helpless, and I had to slap her."

Kunal's eyes locked onto Neha's, his gaze intense. "You also never told me," he said, his voice low. "Only today were you able to speak. If Sunaina hadn't come between us, perhaps we wouldn't be confused even today." He smiled wryly. "In a way, we should thank her."

Neha's eyes narrowed, her anger rising. "Yes, go and thank her. I'm leaving." She turned to walk away, but Kunal's hands shot out, grabbing her wrists and pinning her against the wall. In a flash, his lips were pressed to hers, his kiss hot and demanding.

Neha's anger melted away, replaced by a burning desire. She felt herself getting lost in the kiss, her heart racing with excitement.amd she started kissing him back

...

""Neha's heart skipped a beat as Kunal's lips brushed against her forehead, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His words were like a gentle caress, soothing her doubts and fears.

"My eyes were only on you, are on you, and will always be on you," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "So don't worry that someone else has eyes on me, because I will always be yours only."

Neha felt a surge of love and adoration for this man who stood before her, his eyes shining with sincerity. She knew in that moment that she was his, and he was hers, and nothing could ever come between them.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving to hers in a gentle, loving caress. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love and happiness.

"I love you," Neha whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I love you too," Kunal replied, his voice filled with emotion. "Forever and always."

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Shreyansh descended the stairs, his office attire a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of the breakfast table. His family was engaged in a warm conversation, the aroma of freshly cooked food wafting through the air. Soumya, his mother, was busy serving breakfast onto two plates, intended for Shreyansh and Arya, when her gaze fell upon her son.

"Are you going to the office, Ansh?" Soumya asked, a hint of concern etched on her face.

Shreyansh nodded hastily, "Yes, Maa, something important has come up. I need to go." His voice was laced with a sense of urgency, but his eyes betrayed a hint of deception.

Soumya's eyes narrowed slightly, "Oh, you can go, but have breakfast first. Is Arya coming downstairs, or are you here to take both of your breakfasts?"

Shreyansh's response was quick, almost too quick, "Uhhh, she's not coming, and I'm going to the office. I'm not hungry. Please feed Arya after having your breakfast, she needs to take her medicine. I'm in a hurry, I have to go." His smile seemed forced, and his eyes darted towards the door.

Abhinash, his father, intervened, "Shreyansh, listen, have something first."

But Shreyansh was insistent, "I'm not hungry, dad, please." His tone was firm, and he turned to leave, his face a picture of tension.

The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Shreyansh's retreating figure. Soumya's voice broke the silence, "Now what happened between them? An hour ago, everything seemed right between them when I went to their room."

The tension at the dining table was palpable, Yuvaan's eyes meeting Ashvi's in a fleeting moment of understanding. "I'm also done, I'm also going," Yuvaan said abruptly, getting up from his chair and following his brother

Abhinash's soothing voice cut through the tension in the air, "Don't worry, don't stress yourself, Soumya. Everything will be fine between them. They're just being stupid - one is less intelligent, and the other is even more foolish." Ashvi and Soumya exchanged a glance, both of them finding comfort in Abhinash's reassuring words.

"Have your breakfast now," Abhinash told Soumya, his voice gentle but firm.

Soumya nodded, but hesitated, "I'll have it later, let me feed Arya first." She began to get up, but Ashvi stopped her.

" Aunty, I'll feed her and also give her medicine. You have your breakfast," Ashvi said, her voice soft and caring. Soumya handed Ashvi the plate of food, and Ashvi headed towards Arya's room,..

As Ashvi departed, Soumya settled beside Abhinash, who lovingly served her food. "Don't worry, my love, everything will be alright soon," Abhinash said, gently breaking a piece of bread and feeding it to her. His soothing words and tender touch calmed Soumya's frazzled nerves.

Soumya's voice trembled with concern, "I just want my children to be happy, Abhi. Just happiness. Arya and Shreyansh's happiness is intertwined, but still, they want a divorce."  She said, reflecting her deep distress.

Abhinash's expression turned reassuring, "Shhh, don't stress,   jaana . I told you, everything will be fine. And don't underestimate your son; he's deeply devoted to his wife." He fed her another bite, his eyes locked on hers. "What I mean is, don't think that Shreyansh will let Arya go. He's utterly captivated by her, his love for her is an all-consuming passion."

Soumya's eyes searched Abhinash's face, seeking comfort in his words. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Abhinash's expression turned knowing, "He's my blood, my flesh. I know his soul intimately. I can read his thoughts just by looking into his eyes. Trust me, Shreyansh will never let Arya go. He's obsessed with her, completely enthralled. His love for her is a madness that will only end when he takes his last breath."

"Obsession is dangerous  disease""

," Soumya said, her voice laced with concern.

Abhinash chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Not for Rajputs men , my love. For us, obsession is a sign of devotion, of passion. And when it comes to love, we Rajputs are willing to risk everything."

He leaned in, his voice taking on a dominant and powerful tone. "We are a proud and fierce people, Soumya. Our love is not for the faint of heart. We love with every fiber of our being, and we will stop at nothing to protect and possess what is ours."

Hearing his words, Soumya's eyes glazed over, lost in thought. She recalled how possessive and obsessive Abhinash had been with her, even after all these years. He never left a chance to love her, to cherish her, to make her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

She remembered how he would hold her hand in public, his grip firm and possessive, as if daring anyone to come between them. She remembered how he would look at her, his eyes burning with intensity, as if he could see right through to her soul.

She remembered how he would whisper sweet nothings in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. And she remembered how he would make love to her, with a passion and ferocity that left her breathless and wanting more.

Even now, after all these years, Abhinash's love for her had not diminished. He still looked at her with the same intensity, the same passion. He still held her hand with the same possessiveness, the same love. And Soumya knew that she was lucky to have him, to have his love, his obsession, his possession....

"But still, it's wrong, Abhi," Soumya said, her voice laced with concern. "I mean, Shreyansh can't force Arya to stay with him. She's said she wants a divorce. I just hope my son doesn't end up doing something he'll regret."

Abhinash's expression turned gentle as he took Soumya's hands in his, his thumbs caressing the back of her hands. "Our daughter-in-law is just as obsessed with our son as he is with her," he said, his words dripping with conviction. "She can't live without him, Soumya. She loves him just as fiercely as Shreyansh loves her."

Soumya's eyes widened in surprise, her mind reeling from Abhinash's words. She had no idea Arya felt so deeply for Shreyansh. "But...but she wants to leave him," Soumya stammered.

Abhinash's grip on her hands tightened. "She's hurt, Soumya. She's regretful of her past mistakes and thinks she doesn't deserve him. But believe me, she's not going anywhere. They're meant to be together,"""

Soumya's heart swelled with emotion as she looked at Abhinash. She knew he was right. She could see the love between Shreyansh and Arya, even if they couldn't see it themselves.

"And as for Yuvaan and Ashvi," Abhinash continued, his voice low and husky, "let's not worry about them for now. Yuvaan hasn't confessed his feelings yet, and Ashvi...well, Ashvi is still living in the past. She needs time to heal."

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