As Trisha continued reading, her tears fell like rain, mourning the loss of Vihaan's childhood, the pain he endured, and the sacrifices his mother made. The diary was a window to his shattered soul, a glimpse into a life marred by hardship and heartache.

"I saw my mother dying every moment," Vihaan wrote, his words a haunting echo of his childhood. "

Trisha's heart ached as she turned the pages, each word a fresh wound, each sentence a new sorrow. Vihaan's story was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a tribute to the unwavering love of a mother who refused to let her child be consumed by the darkness.

Trisha's eyes widened in horror as she read the chilling words, her heart racing with every sentence. Vihaan's diary revealed a traumatic childhood, a life forever scarred by the cruelty of his own father.

"I was only 6 when I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood, her body broken and battered, her life slipping away," Vihaan wrote, his words a haunting echo of that fateful day. "She was saving me from the monster, the bastard who claimed to be my father,   PRATAP SINGHANIA   who was nothing more than a rapist, a criminal, a monster."

Trisha felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she read on, Vihaan's anger and hatred palpable in every sentence. "Even thinking about that monster makes me want to stab him again and again, to make him pay for what he did to my mother, to me."

But then, a glimmer of hope, a sense of purpose. "I'm happy I get the chance to kill that bastard, to make him pay for his crimes." Trisha's heart ached for Vihaan, for the little boy who witnessed such horror, for the man who still carried that pain and anger. She knew that his journey was far from over, that his quest for justice and healing was just beginning.

"He ensnared an innocent, cheerful girl in his web of deceit, a girl who was none other than my mother. He trapped her with false promises of love and marriage, using her for his own twisted desires, turning her into his plaything. He callously replaced her with another woman, casting her aside like a used toy, leaving her to live in a constant state of hope and despair. Every moment of her life was a struggle, a desperate wait for the justice she deserved, but it never came. Instead, she was left to suffer at the hands of the monster, who crushed her spirit and destroyed her soul. But I, her son, vow to avenge her pain, to give her the rights she was denied, to make the monster pay for his heinous crimes."

"She only received pain for loving that monster. I was just six years old when I witnessed the horror, saw my mother's life slipping away every day and night when that beast came to our house. I didn't understand the meaning of those things, but I knew they were wrong. I saw my mother being raped, heard her yelling for her life, begging for mercy. I was trapped, helpless, behind a closed door, as he tortured my mother. I screamed, yelled for someone to open the door, to save my mother, but that monster didn't stop. I ran outside for help, begged for someone to save us, fell at their feet, but no one helped. They just stood there, mocking us, calling my mother a 'characterless woman' and me an 'illegitimate child'. I didn't know the meaning of those words, but they used them to hurt us, to shame us. I didn't know what those words meant either, but I knew they were cruel, that they were used to justify the pain they inflicted on us."

Trisha's eyes welled up with tears as she read the words, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She felt a deep sense of sorrow, pain, and helplessness wash over her, as if she was reliving Vihaan's traumatic childhood alongside him. The weight of his words crushed her, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to escape the anguish that Vihaan had endured.

Trisha's body shook with uncontrollable sobs, her eyes streaming with tears as she hugged herself tightly, as if trying to hold together the shattered pieces of her heart. She couldn't bear to read more, couldn't face the pain and horror that Vihaan had endured. The thought of what he had gone through was too much to bear, too much to process.

She rocked back and forth, whispering to herself, "How can he do this to them? How can someone be so cruel, so heartless?" The words echoed in her mind, a haunting refrain that she couldn't shake.

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With trembling hands, Trisha picked up the diary again, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She read on, her eyes scanning the pages with a mix of horror and sadness.

"No one helped me for two hours," Vihaan wrote, his words dripping with desperation. "Then, my mother's room door creaked open, and I quickly moved inside. I saw my mother lying on the floor, her body covered in a white cloth, her eyes crying out in pain. My gaze fell on the man who was standing over us, his eyes filled with disgust and hatred as he buttoned up his shirt. I didn't know what he had done with my mother, but I knew it was something wrong."

Trisha felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards Vihaan and his mother as she read on.

"How dare you hurt my mom?" Vihaan had confronted the man, his small voice shaking with courage. But his words were met with a slap that made his face numb, and he fell onto his mother's lap.

The man's words were like a knife twisting in Trisha's heart. "You son of a bitch, keep him in control, Meena, otherwise, you know what I'll do with her." He glared at Vihaan, his eyes filled with malice.

Trisha felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she read Vihaan's mother's desperate plea. "Please leave him, Pratap ji, I'll make him understand, please don't do anything to him." She was trying to protect her son, to shield him from the monster who had hurt her.

As Trisha read on, her heart heavy with sorrow, she discovered the name etched in Vihaan's memory like a scar: Pratap Singhania, the architect of their suffering. He would saunter into their home, using Vihaan's mother as his plaything, shattering their lives with every step.

Vihaan's desperation seeped through the pages as he recounted his futile attempts to shield his mother. "I tried so hard to protect my Maa, but I couldn't." The weight of his powerlessness crushed him, making him feel like a tiny, helpless creature.

Every day, Vihaan would try to defend his mother, making Pratap stumble and fall as he entered their home. But the monster would only retaliate, unleashing his fury on Vihaan's mother. The sound of her cries still echoed in Vihaan's mind, a haunting reminder of his failure to save her.

As Trisha read on, she felt Vihaan's anguish as he screamed for help, his voice hoarse from yelling. "Leave my mother! Leave her! Help! Please help!" But his pleas were met with deafening silence, leaving him feeling abandoned and alone. The memory of that helplessness still lingered, a festering wound that refused to heal.

Trisha's eyes blazed with fury as she read on, her mind reeling with the atrocities Vihaan and his mother had endured. "Oh God, why did you do this to them? How could he possibly endure this at just six years old?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage.

She thought of Vihaan's mother, innocent and loving, and her heart broke. "What was her fault? Loving an asshole?" Trisha's anger turned venomous as she thought of Pratap Singhania. "If he was alive today, I would kill him myself," she hissed, her hands clenched into fists.

Vihaan's words poured out like a tortured soul, revealing the depths of his pain. "I withdrew from the world, locking myself in my room, unable to bear the piercing stares and venomous words that cut deep into my heart. The cruel taunts and teases echoed in my mind, haunting me even in the supposed safety of my own home. I stopped going to school, too scared to face the world, as the words of others started aching my heart."

But one fateful day, Vihaan's fragile world shattered. He heard his mother's anguished cries, and his heart plummeted. He rushed to her side, calling out "Maaa!" only to find her clutching the leg of  their prison, her eyes wild with fear. "Go away, Vihaan! Run away!" she yelled, desperation etched on her face. "I don't know why, but I knew I had to escape."

"If you dare to move, you brat, I will kill your mother." Vihaan's mother pleaded with him, her voice trembling. "Please, leave my son alone. He's innocent, pure. I won't let you corrupt him, make him a monster like you. Just go and live your life happily, you have a daughter, take care of her, and let me and my son live happily."

But Pratap's response was laced with cruelty. "You bitch, don't teach me what to do or not. He's also my blood, and I will also use him and make him do what he should do as a man." His eyes locked onto Vihaan, filled with a sinister intent.

"You want my son to become a rapist, a murderer, a criminal like you? Never! I will never let that happen!" Vihaan's mother screamed, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination to save her child from the clutches of evil. "Vihaan, run away!" she yelled, glaring at him with a mix of fear and desperation.

Trisha's eyes scanned the pages of Vihaan's diary, her heart racing with every word. The pain and fear leapt off the page, enveloping her in a sense of dread. "I will kill you," Pratap's menacing voice echoed in her mind, making her skin crawl.

." Bastard "" Trisha let out

As she read on, Trisha felt like she was reliving the horror with Vihaan. His mother's pleas, "Go, Vihaan! Run!" still haunted her, her desperation and fear palpable. Vihaan's refusal to leave her, his tears and pleas, "I won't leave you, Maa!" broke Trisha's heart.

The lump in her throat grew as she read Vihaan's mother's words, "Go, beta... I swear to you, just go... If you really love me." Trisha felt like she was choking on her emotions, unable to bear the weight of Vihaan's pain.

As Trisha read the words of Vihaan's diary , her heart shattered into a million pieces. "Go, Vihaan, you swear to me, just go... I, you really love me," his mother's desperate plea echoed in her mind. She felt like she was right there with Vihaan, experiencing his terror as he tried to reach his mother.

"My steps moved forward, but he was about to catch me," Vihaan wrote, his words tumbling out in a frantic bid to escape. Trisha's breath caught in her throat as she read on, her pulse racing with fear. "I ran away, only to hear a gun shot... knowing my mother lost her life saving me."

"Oh God, I can't bear to read this, how could he go through so much? He was only 6, how much pain did he endure? He doesn't deserve any of this, he deserves only happiness," Trisha murmured to herself, her voice cracking with emotion.

As she prepared to read more, she heard the sound of the car horn, signaling Vihaan's arrival. She quickly closed the diary and hid it under the pillow, wiping away her tears and composing herself. But as she made her way downstairs, her heart felt heavy, weighed down by the secrets she had uncovered.

As she reached the entrance, her eyes met Vihaan's, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She tried to hold back her tears, but they welled up again, and she found herself running towards him, her arms outstretched. But in her clumsy haste, she lost her footing and stumbled. Vihaan caught her just in time, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. "Careful, Trisha," he scolded, but his expression softened as she embraced him tightly, her face buried in his chest.

Trisha's tears soaked through Vihaan's shirt as she held him, her arms clinging to him like a lifeline.

Vihaan's eyes widened in shock as he took in Trisha's tear-stained face, her body shaking with sobs. He had never seen her like this before, and his concern deepened. Breaking the hug, he looked at her with a worried face, "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Trisha shook her head, unable to speak, and muttered something about "mood swings." Vihaan's expression turned skeptical, but he didn't press her further.

Trying to deflect his questioning, Trisha suggested, "Let's go have dinner." But Vihaan had already eaten at Shreyansh's home and asked her if she had eaten. Trisha shook her head, and Vihaan's voice took on a stern tone, "How many times have I told you not to wait for me or skip your meals?" His words were laced with a mix of concern and frustration.

Trisha looked up at him, her eyes flashing with defiance, and pouted, "Don't scold and get angry, just bear me for two more days, then I will go." Her voice trembled, and Vihaan's heart skipped a beat. He felt a pang of sadness and nodded his head, trying to hide his emotions. As he started moving towards his room, Trisha didn't stop him. Instead, she kept watching him, her eyes lingering on his retreating figure until he disappeared from her sight....

Unaware of her own actions, Trisha's feet began to move towards Vihaan's room, as if drawn by an unseen force. She followed him, her mind numb and her heart heavy with emotion. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of him. But he was nowhere to be seen, and the only sound was the gentle patter of water falling from the bathroom.

Her legs seemed to move of their own accord, carrying her towards the balcony. She stood there, gazing up at the moon, lost in thought. The sound of the bathroom door opening broke the silence, and she knew Vihaan had emerged. She didn't flinch, didn't move, as she heard his footsteps approaching.

Then, Vihaan's eyes fell upon her, and he started moving towards her. He was dressed in casual clothes, his hair tousled, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Trisha stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, as Vihaan drew closer. The moonlight cast a silver glow on her face, illuminating her tears and her pain. Vihaan's eyes locked onto hers, and he seemed to see right through to her soul.

Vihaan's brow furrowed with concern as he gazed at Trisha's tear-stained face. "What's wrong with her today? Why is she crying? Is she in pain or hurt?" he wondered, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He called out to her again, his voice soft and gentle, "Trisha?"

As she looked up at him, Vihaan's eyes searched hers for answers. "Why are you crying now? What happened? Are you hurt or feeling unwell? Should we go to the doctor?" His tone was laced with worry and care, his voice trembling slightly.

A weak smile appeared on Trisha's lips as she wiped away her tears. She embraced him again, her arms wrapping tightly around him. "You're my medicine, grumpy bear," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm not hurt or in pain, just feeling uneasy. I don't need any medicine or doctor, I just need you beside me."

As she spoke, Trisha hid her face in Vihaan's chest, her body trembling with sobs. Vihaan's heart swelled with emotion as he held her close, his touch gentle and soothing. He stroked her hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her scalp.

Vihaan's voice trembled as he spoke, his words laced with a mix of sadness and desperation. "It's not right, Trisha. Please try to understand. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when it's not. I can't give you what you want, what you deserve. I'm not capable of loving you the way you need to be loved. I'm not enough for you, Trisha. I'm not worthy for you , and I don't want to hold you back anymore."

As he spoke, Vihaan's hands slowly released their grip on Trisha's arms, his fingers slipping away from her skin like sand between fingers. He took a step back, his eyes filled with tears, and whispered, "Please try to understand and forget about me. I don't want to hurt you anymore, Trisha. I don't want to be the reason for your pain."

Trisha's face crumpled as Vihaan's words hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like she was losing him, like he was slipping away from her. She reached out to him, but Vihaan turned away,

As Vihaan walked away, Trisha's fingers lingered in air , as if holding on to the last shred of their connection. But he was gone, leaving her alone in his room. A long, sorrowful tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek like a river of despair. She murmured to herself, her voice barely audible, "Maybe we're not meant for each other... our time together was just a fleeting moment."

With a heavy heart, Trisha wiped away her tears, her hands shaking as she tried to compose herself. She took a deep breath and stepped out of Vihaan's room, her feet carrying her towards her own room like a puppet on strings. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the silence like a death knell.

Vihaan, who had been watching from the shadows, felt a pang in his heart as he saw Trisha's tears. He knew he was the reason for her pain, that his inability to love her was driving her away. The thought filled him with anguish, and he felt like he was drowning in his own helplessness. He realized that he might lose her forever, and the thought was unbearable.....

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Kunal's footsteps echoed through the silence as he approached his apartment, his mind still reeling from the events at the Rajput mansion. He parked his car and began to make his way towards his front door, only to freeze as he noticed it was already open. A shiver ran down his spine as he wondered who could have entered his home uninvited.

Cautiously, Kunal stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of intruders. But instead of chaos, he was greeted by the warm glow of lights and the savory aroma of noodles wafting from the kitchen. His curiosity piqued, he slipped off his coat and placed it on the sofa, his movements quiet as he made his way towards the source of the scent.

As he entered the kitchen, his eyes widened in surprise, and a smile spread across his face. There, perched on the counter, was Neha, looking adorable in her messy hair and comfortable nightdress. She was engrossed in a book, her nose buried between the pages, as she slurped noodles with one hand. Kunal's heart swelled with affection at the sight, remembering the times she had visited him, and the key he had given her for convenience. He recalled her telling him about her family living in another city, and how she shared an apartment with friends....



"Ohhh, so this cute thief has entered my house," Kunal said, his voice dripping with playful teasing as he moved closer to Neha, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He gently tapped her between the counter and his body, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Neha's face lit up with a radiant smile as she placed the book and noodles aside, her eyes locking onto Kunal's. "You came, I was waiting for you," she said, her voice husky and intimate, as she circled her hands around his neck, drawing him closer.

Neha's curious eyes met Kunal's as she asked, "Why did you leave the hospital early today?" Kunal's smile was infectious as he scooped her up, books and all, and carried her to the living room. He gently set her down on the sofa, her books placed beside her.

"Guess what?" Kunal said, his voice filled with excitement. "We caught him!" Neha's eyes widened, her mind racing. "Vivek?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Kunal nodded, his smile broadening. "Yes, he's finally in our custody."

But as Kunal gazed at Neha, his expression softened, noticing the fatigue etched on her face. "Hey, what's wrong? You look tense," he asked, his voice gentle, as he sat beside her. Neha's shoulders sagged, her head finding a comfortable spot on Kunal's shoulder.

"It's nothing, just tiredness," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just got back from the hospital an hour ago, and my post-graduation exams are looming. It's all feeling a bit overwhelming." Kunal's arms wrapped around her, holding her close

Kunal's words were like a warm embrace, enveloping Neha in a sense of security and comfort. "You can do it, my darling," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "You're strong, and I'm here with you. Tell me where you need my help, and I'll be there in an instant. I'll guide you, support you, and teach you." Neha's face radiated joy as she smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude. She hugged Kunal tightly, feeling a deep connection with him.

As they pulled back, Kunal opened his laptop, and the screen flickered to life, revealing Vivek, tied with chains, his eyes closed, his face pale and bruised. The dimly lit room cast eerie shadows on his face, and the only sound was the soft hum of the camera. Kunal, Shreyansh, Vihaan, and Yuvaan had instructed their men to install cameras in the room where Vivek was being held, to keep a watchful eye on him every moment. The live feed was a testament to their triumph, and Kunal felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that they had finally caught the man responsible. Neha's hand found his, and he intertwined their fingers, offering her a reassuring squeeze. Together, they watched the screen,....

" "Dinner?" Neha asked, her voice laced with concern, as she gazed at Kunal with caring eyes. "I already had dinner at the Rajput mansion," Kunal replied, his voice gentle, "but do you want to eat something? Let me try to cook, though I'm very bad at it, I'll learn." He attempted to rise, but Neha's hand shot out, pulling him back down beside her.

"Calm down, Mumbai Express," Neha teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I had dinner with Abeer and other colleagues, I'm just feeling a little hungry, that's why I cooked noodles." But she bit her tongue, realizing she had let slip Abeer's name, knowing how much Kunal felt jealous of him.

Neha's gaze met Kunal's, and she saw the flicker of possessiveness in his eyes. "Abeer," Kunal whispered, his voice low and husky. Neha's soft tone soothed him, "Ufff, Mr. Jealous, stop overthinking. Okay, everyone knows now, I am yours, he is just a friend, yaar." Kunal's eyes softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead, then tracing a path to her cheeks, and finally, her nose.

As Neha lay on the sofa, Kunal's body hovered above hers, their eyes locked in a desire-filled gaze. The air was charged with tension, the connection between them palpable. Neha's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her veins, as Kunal's lips moved closer, his warm breath caressing her skin. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love and passion.

As Kunal's lips brushed against Neha's, she felt a wave of relaxation wash over her, and she surrendered to the gentle touch. She wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss, and Kunal's embrace tightened, holding her close. Neha's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan, "Mmmm," as Kunal's face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

But as the kiss intensified, Kunal suddenly stopped, his body tensing. He wasn't ready to take their relationship to the next level, and the realization hit him like a splash of cold water. He pulled back, his chest heaving, and gazed at Neha with a mix of desire and restraint.

Neha's eyes opened, her gaze foggy with passion, and she looked up at Kunal with a questioning expression. She sensed the sudden change in him and felt a flutter of uncertainty....

Kunal's lips brushed against Neha's forehead, his hands cradling her face, as he whispered, "I love you." Neha's voice was barely audible, "I love you too," as she snuggled deeper into his lap, their arms entwined. They sat there, basking in each other's warmth, the world around them melting away.

But then, Neha's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she bit her lip, teasing Kunal. "Will you help me release my stress, like you said you would?" she asked,

her voice husky. Kunal's gaze was puzzled, unable to grasp the double meaning behind her words.

"Yes, of course, I can. Tell me what you want to eat, where you want to go, if you're feeling pain, I'll massage you. I'll do anything you like me to do, anything that will help you relax," Kunal said, his voice filled with love and concern.

Neha's eyes locked onto his, filled with desire and love, as she rubbed his beard, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Anything?" she asked, her voice dripping with suggestion. Kunal's confidence grew, "Yes, I'm sure. I can do anything that will make you relax." But little did he know, Neha's idea of relaxation was far more intimate than he could have ever imagined. The air was charged with tension, their hearts beating as one, as they teetered on the edge of something more.

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"Neha's voice was barely above a whisper, her words sending shivers down Kunal's spine. 'Help me release my tension, Kunal...I need to feel your touch.' She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, leaving him breathless. The air was charged with anticipation, their hearts racing in unison."

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Ashvi lay in her bed, her eyes closed, but her body tense with a mix of fear and anxiety. Her murmurs grew louder, her words becoming clearer, "No, please leave me...don't do that, please...leave them, Maa, Papa." Tears streamed down her face as she begged in her sleep, her voice cracking with desperation. "Leave me, brother, I beg you...don't kill him...please."

Yuvaan, who was heading to his room with a water bottle, froze as he heard Ashvi's pleas. His heart ached, and panic set in. "Ashvi!" he exclaimed, rushing towards her room, but the door was closed. Frustrated and worried, he cursed under his breath, "Fuck!" He knew he had to act fast, so he kicked the door open, the loud thud echoing through the hallway.

As the door burst open, Yuvaan rushed to Ashvi's bedside, his eyes scanning her distraught face. She was still mumbling in her sleep, "Please...leave them...Maa...Papa..." Yuvaan's heart raced with concern, wondering what nightmares haunted her sleep. He sat down beside her, gently shaking her awake, "Ashvi, Ashvi, wake up! It's me, Yuvaan. You're safe." His voice was soft and soothing, trying to calm her down.

Yuvaan sat down beside Ashvi, gently shaking her awake. "Ashvi, get up," he said, his voice laced with concern. But she remained still, unresponsive, sending a chill down his spine. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and whispered urgently, "Ashvi, please open your eyes. You're safe. He's caught. He'll rot in hell. He can't hurt you anymore."

Yuvaan's words were met with a faint flicker of her eyelids, and he begged, "Ashvi, please open your eyes. Look at me." He tapped her face gently, and her teary eyes finally met his, filled with pain and fear. Her gaze pierced his heart, and he felt a surge of empathy.

Ashvi buried her face in Yuvaan's chest, seeking comfort and solace. She clung to him tightly, her arms wrapped around him like a lifeline. Her voice was muffled, but her words were laced with desperation, "Why can't his memories leave me? Why can't these painful things leave me?" Her body shook with sobs, soaking Yuvaan's shirt with her tears.

Yuvaan held her close, his heart aching with compassion. He stroked her hair, whispering softly, "I'm here, Ashvi. I won't let anyone hurt you again. You're safe now." He let her cry, holding her until her tears subsided, and her grip on him relaxed.....

As the minutes passed, Ashvi's sobs gradually subsided, and she slowly came back to reality. She lifted her head from Yuvaan's chest, her eyes widening in realization. She looked around, taking in the broken door, and her gaze finally settled on Yuvaan's concerned face. A mix of emotions crossed her face - embarrassment, guilt, and gratitude.

"I'm so sorry, Yuvaan," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I always trouble you. I'm fine now, you can go to your room." She tried to push him away, but her hands were still clinging to his shirt, betraying her need for comfort. Her eyes dropped, avoiding his gaze, as if ashamed of her breakdown.

Yuvaan's expression softened, and he pulled her back into a gentle embrace. "You're not a trouble, Ashvi. You're never a trouble. I'm here for you, always." He stroked her hair, his voice filled with reassurance. . I'm here to support you, to help you through it." He held her at arm's length, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with empathy and understanding.

" Now tell me what you want to eat """

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