"Arya's face twisted in a snarl as she unleashed a furious cry, 'You bastard!' The words tore from her throat like a wounded animal's growl. '""How dare you hurt my Shreyansh!' ""she spat, her voice crackling with venom. With a swift, savage motion, she snatched the iron pipe from the underbrush, its weathered surface glinting in the faint light. The pipe seemed to hum with her rage as she grasped it, her knuckles white with tension. Arya's eyes blazed with a fierce, protective fire as she advanced on him, her heart racing with a mother's fury. Every step echoed through the forest, a primal drumbeat heralding her wrath."
"This girl, she never listens to me!" Shreyansh exclaimed, his anger and frustration boiling over as he recalled how he had explicitly told her to stay in the car. Yet, here she was, storming towards Vivek with a fierce determination, the iron pipe clutched in her hand like a weapon.
"You fucking asshole!" she spat, her voice venomous, as she raised the pipe to strike. Shreyansh's heart raced with fear as he watched Vivek narrowly avoid the blow, catching hold of the pipe and saving himself. But before Shreyansh could intervene, Arya unleashed a swift, merciless kick, striking Vivek between the legs with precision. Vivek's anguished cry echoed through the air as he crumpled in pain. Arya's saree fluttered around her like a battle flag as she cursed,
"Fuck this saree, I can't fight with this thing!" and tagged the fabric around her wrist like a makeshift gauntlet. Shreyansh's eyes widened in awe and fear as he whispered,
"""Lioness "his gaze fixed on Arya as she stood tall, her eyes blazing with a fierce, unyielding
Shreyansh watched in awe as Arya fought Vivek. She was fast and strong, and he knew she could handle herself. But Vivek was angry and wouldn't give up. He tried to attack Arya, but she dodged and hit him back. Shreyansh wanted to step in and stop Vivek, but Arya gave him a fierce look.
"Let me handle him," she said, her voice firm. Shreyansh stopped, his fists clenched, and let Arya keep fighting. She was like a queen, her saree flying around her as she battled Vivek.
Shreyansh was completely shocked to see Arya fighting Vivek with so much strength and anger, even though she had just gotten out of the hospital yesterday and was probably still feeling a lot of pain. He knew she was really hurt and upset, but her desire for revenge against Vivek was making her keep going. "Arya, stop! Let me handle him, you're not fine," Shreyansh said firmly, trying to grab her, but she was too angry to listen. "I said stay away, Shreyansh!" she yelled, swinging the iron pipe at him, making him dodge out of the way.
Then Vivek took advantage of the situation and slapped Arya's face, making her stumble and almost fall. "You bitch!" Vivek spat, but before he could say anything else, Shreyansh's anger erupted. "You bastard, how dare you!" he growled, kicking Vivek in the stomach with all his might, causing him to fall to the ground and start bleeding.
Only then Vivek's sinister voice echoed through the forest, "Now, you'll never escape! My men will kill you both, my sworn enemies!" as he saw his henchmen closing in.
Arya and Shreyansh shared a fierce glance, their eyes locking in a moment of unspoken understanding. With a swift motion, Arya wielded the iron pipe like a deadly sword, striking Vivek's groin with precision, making him crumple to the ground, his screams shattering the silence.
The sound of clashing steel and snapping twigs filled the air as men closed in, their weapons glinting in the fading light. Arya and Shreyansh fought back-to-back, a formidable team, their movements a blur of fear, adrenaline, and fierce loyalty.
Shreyansh grabbed a sword from an attacker, its blade slicing through the air, while Arya seized another, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination to protect the man she loved. "You bastard!" she spat, kicking a man who dared to attack Shreyansh from behind.
Just as the battle raged on, Yuvaan and Vihaan burst onto the scene, their guns blazing with precision, taking down Vivek's men with swift and deadly accuracy. Kunal joined the fray, his sword slicing through the chaos, his eyes fixed on the enemies, his heart pounding with adrenaline.
These five fought together, a strong team. They wanted to survive and protect each other. They were determined to keep each other safe.
Vivek's men were getting weaker, fewer in number, and losing hope. But Vivek was angry and humiliated,
As Vivek was about to strike Arya, knowing she is their weakness now only then a sudden, searing pain shot through his forehead, making him yell out in agony. He stumbled back, clutching his head, and that's when he saw her - Ashvi, standing tall, a pipe clutched in her hand, her eyes blazing with a fierce look
"A beast!" Ashvi screamed, her voice echoing through the forest as she attacked Vivek again, the pipe crashing down on his skull with a sickening thud. Blood spurted from his mouth, staining his teeth and chin, as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with terror.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the gruesome scene unfolding before them, their faces turned towards Ashvi and Vivek then Vivek men who are laying motionless on the ground, their bodies broken and bloodied,
" they got what they deserve " !!
Tears streamed down Ashvi's face as she struck Vivek again and again, her blows fueled by the memories of her family, of the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon them. "You fucking criminal!" she spat, her voice trembling with rage and grief.
Vivek cowered, his hands raised in a futile attempt to defend himself, his eyes pleading for mercy. "No, ko...I am sorry, please leave me," he stuttered, his voice cracking with pain and fear. "I am still your husband, Ashvi, and I love you. I know I did wrong, but please give me a chance...please."
But Ashvi's heart was unmoved, her anger and hatred consuming her. "You're a fucking rapist, a murderer!" she screamed, her voice raw and venomous. "You're nothing to me, just a criminal who deserves to rot in hell!" With each word, she struck him again, her blows relentless, her fury unyielding....
"No, please...no, leave me, please!" Vivek begged, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea, his eyes brimming with tears.
"I also begged you to leave my family alone, not to kill them. I begged you to spare me, to not force me to do your bidding. Don't make me hate myself even more than I already do."
Ashvi's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Vivek, with hate and hurt a desire of revenge or his death....
Arya's gaze snapped towards Vivek, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. She grasped the knife tightly, its cool metal a comforting weight in her hand. As she loomed over him, Vivek's eyes went wide with terror, his pupils dilating like black holes sucking in the light. He gulped hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like a buoy on a stormy sea, as he tried to speak.
"No...no, Arya, you can't do this!" he begged, his voice cracking like brittle twigs underfoot. "I'm your brother!" he pleaded, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid to stay her hand.
Arya's voice dripped with venom as she spat, "Brother? You're no brother, no husband, no human being! You're a repulsive dog, a savage animal, a bastard!" Her words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp blade aimed at Vivek's very soul.
With a fierce cry, Arya dropped to her knees, the knife glinting in her hand like a deadly whisper. She carved a path of pain from Vivek's cheek to his neck, the blade slicing through skin and muscle with precision. "You'll never be anyone's brother or husband again, you monster!" she screamed, her anger and hatred boiling over like a cauldron of fire.
The knife plunged into Vivek's shoulder, and he shrieked in agony, his body contorting in ways that seemed impossible. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he wailed, his voice shattering the air like fragile glass.
Vihaan, Shreyansh, Yuvaan, and Kunal watched the scene unfold with a mix of relief and grim satisfaction. They knew Vivek deserved every moment of this pain, every drop of blood he shed. Their faces reflected their shared desire for him to suffer, to pay for his crimes in full measure. "We should stop them now," one of them said, "or they'll kill him. But he deserves to suffer, to feel the pain he's inflicted on others." The four friends exchanged a somber smile,
Just as Vihaan or Yuvaan was about to intervene, Shreyansh's firm grip on their arm held them back. "Stay here and enjoy the show," Shreyansh said, his voice low and menacing, a grim smile spreading across his face.
"What the hell are you saying, idiot?" Vihaan exclaimed, his eyes widening in incredulity. "Don't you see? If Arya and Ashvi continue to beat Vivek like this, he'll be dead soon. And I don't want his dirty blood on their hands."
Shreyansh's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. "First of all, I'm not an idiot," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And don't worry, he won't die... yet. Just cool down and enjoy the spectacle. Vivek's getting what he deserves, and we're getting the satisfaction of watching him suffer."
Vihaan's face darkened with concern, but Shreyansh's grip only tightened, holding him in place. The air was thick with tension, the sound of Vivek's screams and the girls' angry shouts filling the space.
Vihaan rolled his eyes in exasperation, muttering under his breath, "Drama queen." Shreyansh shot back,
"I've heard that ."
Vihaan raised an eyebrow, "So what?" His tone was laced with skepticism, but Shreyansh just shook his head, his gaze drifting back to the intense scene unfolding before them.
Arya and Ashvi were relentless, their feet pounding into Vivek's battered body like a rhythmic drumbeat. Shreyansh's eyes sparkled with a morbid fascination, and he quipped, "It would have been more fun if there was popcorn." Vihaan's and kunal jaw dropped, his eyes wide with incredulity, "Are you serious, bro?"
Yuvaan chuckled, enjoying the banter between his brothers, but his smile faltered as he turned back to the scene. "Leave him now," Shreyansh said, his voice tinged with a hint of concern, as Vivek's eyes began to glaze over, his body on the brink of collapse.
But Arya and Ashvi showed no mercy, their anger and hurt fueling their relentless assault. "Leave him, Ashvi!" Yuvaan shouted, trying to intervene, but the girls were unstoppable, their feet slamming into Vivek's limp form with a ferocity that made even Shreyansh wince
"Arya, leave him!" Shreyansh shouted, but she didn't stop. "Fuck!" he cursed, rushing to restrain her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her back as she struggled to break free. "Enough, calm down!" he urged, his voice firm but gentle.
Arya's face was twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "No...I want to beat him more, this bastard!" she spat, kicking out at Vivek's limp form. Yuvaan rushed to Ashvi's side, holding her back as she too tried to attack. "Calm down, Ashvi," he soothed, stroking her hair. "He killed my family...I want to kill him," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
Shreyansh held Arya firm, his arms a vice around her. "Leave me, Shrey...I want to beat him more, this animal!" she screamed, thrashing in his grasp. "ARYA!" Shreyansh bellowed, his voice a warning. She froze, her chest heaving with exertion. Shreyansh set her down, his eyes locked on hers.
"Take him to our other house and chain him in the basement," he ordered his men, who dragged Vivek's lifeless body away.
Vihaan's eyes snapped to Arya's shoulder, where a bound wound was now bleeding profusely, and his gaze darted to her wrist, his face contorted in concern. "Dammit!" he cursed, his voice low and urgent. Shreyansh, still holding Arya, followed Vihaan's gaze and panicked, his face etched with worry and anger.
Arya's eyes were drooping, her body weakening, and Shreyansh's grip on her tightened. "She's hurt her wound," Vihaan exclaimed, making everyone's eyes fall on her. Kunal swiftly sat down beside them, his hands moving with a calm urgency as he wrapped a handkerchief around Arya's shoulder. "Do we have a first-aid kit in the car?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
"I have one in my car," Vihaan replied, "I always keep it with my medicine." He sprinted to his car and returned with the kit in seconds. Shreyansh's scolding was laced with concern, "You're seriously crazy, Arya. You're fucking bleeding and in pain, but still, you kept fighting."
Arya's smile was meek, her eyes locking onto Shreyansh's as she whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you soon. If I do, I'll come back to you again." Her gaze was deep, her words filled with conviction. As Kunal tended to her wrist wound, Arya's grip on Shreyansh tightened, her body tensing as the antiseptic touched her shoulder wound, making her wince in pain.
"Thank God you called us on time, bhai," Yuvaan said, his voice filled with relief, still holding Ashvi, who was oblivious to their proximity. "You did the right thing," Vihaan added, his eyes locked on Arya, who was being tended to by Kunal.
Vihaan's voice broke the spell, his eyes narrowing in concern, "You're hurt too, Ashvi." His gaze fell on her wrist, where a faint bruise was forming, a testament to her own bravery. Yuvaan's eyes followed Vihaan's, and he winced, his face etched with worry. He gently grazed his fingers over her wound, and Ashvi glared at him, her eyes flashing with pain. She looked down, her face flushing, as Kunal began to treat her
"Vihaan's voice trembled with worry as he exclaimed, 'You also hurt Shreyansh!' Arya's eyes darted to Shreyansh's stomach, where a faint red stain was spreading. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. 'Oh, Shreyansh!' she whispered, her voice laced with concern. Softly, she touched the wound, which was thankfully not deep, but still made her wince. 'That shithead stabbed him! I'll kill him!' Arya's eyes blazed with fury as she tried to rise from Shreyansh's arms, but he pulled her back, his gaze locking onto hers, making her look down. Suddenly, the fearless Arya became a scared cat, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
Shreyansh reassured Vihaan, 'It's not deep, don't worry.' He then turned to Arya and said, 'Vihaan, go get my shirt from the car. I need to change before Maa and Papa see me; they'll worry.' Vihaan hurried towards the car as Kunal quickly applied medicine to Shreyansh's wound. After that, Shreyansh changed into a fresh shirt, his movements swift and gentle, despite the pain. Arya watched him, her eyes still wide with worry, but also filled with love and admiration.
"Let's go home," Vihaan said, his voice firm, breaking the tension. The group began to stir, slowly getting into the car,...
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As Kunal burst through the front door, his enthusiastic "Heyyy beautiful!" echoed through the hallway. Abhinash and Soumya, who had just entered the house, were caught off guard by Kunal's sudden move. Soumya's eyes widened in surprise,
"""Kunal '""" put me down """ but kuanl didn't listen her Kunal swept her into his arms, spinning her around in a dramatic circle.
Behind them, Vihaan, Shreyansh, Yuvaan, Ashvi, and Arya, who had been following in the car, exchanged amused glances. Vihaan chuckled, "Ye fir suru ho gaya" (Here we go again), shaking his head in amusement, as if accustomed to Kunal's antics...
As Abhinash pretended to be outraged, yelling "You brat!!! Put my wife down!", the group behind them couldn't help but laugh at the scene unfolding before them. They knew Kunal's playful nature and Abhinash's mock protectiveness, and the familiarity of it all only added to the warmth of the moment.
"Here is protectiveness alive," Kunal said teasingly, pecking Soumya on the forehead, making Abhinash hold his ear in mock pain. "You like to tease, don't you?" Abhinash asked Kunal, who smiled mischievously and said, "So much!"
"Heyy beautiful, he's getting old along with being annoyed, doesn't he?" Kunal teased, chuckling at Abhinash's pretend scowl.
Abhinash shot back, "Old? Me? Never! I'm just... seasoned, like a fine wine. And you're just a young trouble maker
Soumya joined forces with Kunal, teasing Abhinash about his age. "He's right, Abhi, you are getting old! Look at your hair, it's turning white!" she said with a playful smirk. Abhinash's eyes narrowed, and he pulled Soumya close, making her gasp as she glanced towards their children, who were now sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the exchange with amusement.
"Let's go to our room and then I will show you how old I am," Abhinash said in a hitched tone, his voice low and playful, as he kissed on her ear, making her face turn a deep shade of pink. Soumya's eyes sparkled with mirth, and she tried to hide her blush, but it only seemed to intensify.
"Without even doing anything, you start blushing! This habit of yours is going to be the death of me," Abhinash teased, hugging her close, his voice filled with affection.
Soumya scolded him, laughing, "Stop talking nonsense!" but her smile betrayed her, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She moved towards their children, who were now grinning at her, enjoying the playful banter
Abhinash moved towards his family, a curious smile on his face. "You all are looking happy today, what happened?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.
Shreyansh grinned mischievously, "Dad, we caught him!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph.
Abhinash's eyes widened, "Who? Vivek?" he asked, his voice firm, and all of them nodded their heads in unison.
Abhinash's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thank God! And you guys make sure he rots in hell and dies painfully," he said, his voice filled with intensity. "If you need any help or just need me to help, I know thousands of ways to make people die painfully," he added, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. " make sure he suffers, make sure he begs for mercy, make sure he regrets ever crossing us," he whispered, his voice low and menacing.....
Soumya's eyes scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on Arya's hands and then Ashvi's bandaged form. Her voice trembled with worry as she asked, "What happened to you both?" Abhinash's eyes followed hers, his brow furrowed with concern, his face pale with worry.
"What happened to you both?" Abhinash demanded, his tone stern, his voice echoing through the room. "And Arya, we left you at home. Why are you with them?" He glared at her expecting an explanation,
Arya's eyes darted to Shreyansh, hoping he would save her from the scolding, but he just chuckled, his eyes moving to Yuvaan, Vihaan, and Kunal, who were clearly enjoying the exchange. Arya's frustration boiled over, and she let out a hushed but fiery "Bitches!" as she glared at the four men who were enjoying everything, her eyes flashing with anger.
The room fell silent, with all eyes on her. Ashvi discreetly nudged her with an elbow, reminding her that they weren't alone. " """uncle and Aunty are also here yiu dambo ," she whispered, her voice soft but urgent. Arya's face flushed as she bit her tongue, looking down, trying to escape the questioning.
But Abhinash wasn't letting up. "Arya, I asked you something," he said, his voice firm but laced with worry, his eyes narrowed.
"When you went outside, the doctor strictly told you to rest." Arya's shoulders slumped in defeat as she looked down, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I went with Ashvi to take lunch for them to the office. Shreyansh skipped breakfast, so I thought I'd take them their lunch." She sounded sheepish,...
Abhinash's voice was laced with worry and frustration as he exclaimed, "Like always, our men can deliver their lunch, but how did you both escape? Didn't these bodyguards stop you? What's the point of paying them if they can't even protect you?" His eyes fell on the wound on Ashvi's hand, and his anger intensified.
"They need to learn a lesson," Abhinash said, his jaw clenched, as he took a step forward, ready to confront the bodyguards. But Arya and Ashvi quickly grabbed his hands, holding him back.
"It's not their fault, Papa," Arya said, her voice soft and soothing, as she looked up at Abhinash with pleading eyes. "They stopped us too, but we told them to stay back and let us go alone."
"Yes, Uncle," Ashvi added, her voice laced with guilt. "We forced them to stay here and let us go alone." She glanced at Arya, who winked at her, and the other four men sensed that something was cooking in Arya's mind.
Shreyansh, in particular, looked at his wife with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, knowing that Arya was up to something.
Arya welled up fake tears in her eyes, knowing that her tears could save her and Ashvi from further scolding. She hugged Abhinash, her tears soaking into his shirt. "It's our mistake, Papa. We're sorry. Please don't fire anyone. Scold us instead."
Abhinash's heart melted as he embraced his daughters, his anger dissipating. "I was just worried for your safety. Vivek wasn't caught yet when you left the house, and you didn't even take bodyguards with you. I'm forgiving you this time, but remember, next time, take precautions."
Arya and Ashvi nodded their heads in unison, their eyes still shining with tears, as Abhinash gently wiped their tears away with his thumbs. "Now, go to your rooms," Soumya said, her voice soft and nurturing. "You both need rest."
With that, the two sisters turned and walked away, their footsteps quiet on the floor. Arya glanced back at Abhinash, who was still watching them with a mixture of concern and love. She smiled weakly, and Abhinash smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Yuvaan's voice trembled with worry as he asked, "Where is Prisha, Dad? She didn't come back from college yet?" His eyes scanned the room, searching for answers, and his three brothers, Vihaan, Kunal, and Shreyansh, turned to their parents with equal concern etched on their faces.
Soumya's expression was calm, but her voice hinted at a subtle unease. "She went to Kashmir with her friends, beta."
Yuvaan's brow furrowed, his protectiveness kicking in. "But I and Bhaiya denied her permission, Dad. Then how could she...?" He trailed off,
Abhinash's face softened, understanding his son's fears. "Yuvaan, we can't be overprotective all the time. We need to let your sister enjoy her life, make her own decisions. She went with her friends, and Janvi is with her, along with bodyguards. She's safe." He paused, his eyes locked on Yuvaan's. "We have to trust Prisha, son. She's growing up."
With that, Abhinash turned and left the room, leaving his sons to process the information. Yuvaan's shoulders sagged, his worry slowly giving way to understanding. He knew his father was right, but it was hard to shake off the instinct to protect his sister. His brothers nodded in agreement, trying to reassure him, but Yuvaan's eyes lingered on the door, his mind still with Prisha, his little sister....
Soumya's voice was laced with amusement as she said, "Don't know if you guys will even let her get married or not." She glanced at her sons, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think these four will scare off any potential suitors with their protectiveness."
Kunal, always ready with a quip, chimed in, "We'll make her husband a Ghar Jamai, Aunty!" He grinned mischievously,
But Vihaan, the voice of reason, intervened, "Stop it, guys! She's not that grown up to get married yet." He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, ending the discussion. "Let's not rush her into anything. She's still just a kid."
The room fell silent, with the brothers nodding in agreement. They knew Vihaan was right, but it was hard to shake off the instinct to protect their little sister.
Soumya's voice was laced with a hint of exhaustion as she asked, "Will you go to the hospital, Kunal? All of you have office work, and it's already evening." She looked at her sons, her eyes pleading for them to take it easy.
But Kunal, sprawled lazily on the sofa, let out a dramatic groan. "No, I'm not going anywhere till I've had dinner. I'm starving!" He stretched his arms above his head, arching his back in a languid stretch.
Yuvaan, Vihaan and Shreyansh, chimed in unison, "We're also not going anywhere." They exchanged a glance, and
Soumya added, "I was about to say that too. It's good to take a break and rest."
Soumya smiled, relieved that her sons were taking it easy. "Go freshen up and take some rest, ." She turned to Kunal, who was still lounging on the sofa, and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Aunty, can you please make kachodi? I haven't had your delicious kachodi in so long, and I'm craving it," he asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.
Soumya's face lit up with a warm smile. "Sure, I'll make it," she said, nodding her head. She headed towards the kitchen, leaving her sons to get some rest. As they left the room, Kunal called out, "Thanks, Aunty! I love your kachodi!" His voice was filled with excitement, and Soumya's heart swelled with love for her sons.
Soumya's eyes sparkled with warmth as she asked Vihaan, "Do you want to eat something special, beta?" Her voice was laced with affection, and Vihaan's face lit up with a smile.
"Everything you cook is delicious, Aunty," Vihaan replied, his eyes shining with sincerity. "You're the best cook in the world!"
Yuvaan, feeling a pang of jealousy, chimed in, "Maa, ask me too! I'm your son too!" He pretended to pout, his eyes playfully accusing his mother of neglecting him.
Kunal, never one to miss an opportunity, teased Yuvaan, "Jealous bastard!" He tossed a pillow towards Yuvaan, who caught it deftly, laughing.
"Hey, watch it!" Yuvaan said, grinning, as he tossed the pillow back at Kunal.
Soumya's face glowed with happiness as she said, "I'll cook food for all four of your favorite dishes! You'll all be happy!" She bustled off towards the kitchen, leaving her sons to their banter.
As Shreyansh was also about to go to his room but he stop when he heard Kunal teasing words
Kunal teased, "Look at him, he can't survive without his wife for even a moment! What can he do, poor guy? He's stuck to her like glue! Look how he's following her everywhere, Arya left just 2 minutes ago and look, he's going after her! """ poor Ansh """
" You bastard " Shreyansh glared at him but completely ignored him moving towards his room
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As Trisha's trembling hands opened the diary, her eyes widened in horror as she began to read Vihaan's heart-wrenching words. The pages revealed a childhood shattered by pain, sadness, and hardship, a stark contrast to the vibrant tapestry of love and happiness she had always known.
"Not everyone's childhood is a kaleidoscope of colors, filled with the warmth of parents' love and the joy of happy memories," Vihaan wrote, his words dripping with a deep sorrow. "Mine was a canvas of darkness, painted with the tears of a child who longed for love, but was met with only shadows."
Trisha's heart ached as she read on, her eyes brimming with tears. Vihaan's words cut deep, revealing a childhood devoid of parental love, a family torn apart by secrets and lies.
"Not everyone has parents who love them unconditionally," he wrote, his voice cracking with emotion. "Not everyone has a happy family, where laughter and smiles fill the air. Mine was a home of silence, where tears fell like rain, and sorrow lingered in every corner."
As Trisha delved deeper into the diary, she felt Vihaan's pain, his anguish, and his desperation. His words were a cry for help, a plea for love, and a testament to the resilience of a child who refused to give up, despite the darkness that surrounded him.
"I had only one person to call my family - my mother, my guardian angel, my superhero. She was the embodiment of strength and resilience, a warrior who battled the cruel world to shield me from its harsh realities. With every breath, she endured the bitter taunts of society, swallowing their venomous words to protect me from their sting. Yet, they branded her a wicked woman, and me, an illegitimate child - a label that cut deeper than any knife."
Vihaan's words dripped with anguish, his pain palpable as he recounted the childhood he never had. "I was a stranger to happiness, a concept as foreign as a sunny day in a world shrouded in darkness. My childhood was a never-ending canvas of sorrow and pain, a masterpiece of misery painted with the tears of a helpless child. And through it all, I watched my mother's life force ebb away, her light flickering out with every passing moment."
""Illegitimate child ' "" Trisha lips trembled while speaking that word....
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