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Kishore was sitting in his room, sipping tea comfortably. A different smile and a sense of calm were visible on his face today. Mamta, sitting beside Kishore, said, "Don't you think you've been a bit harsh with Vansh?"

Kishore replied, "No, you know Vansh was planning to run away to Australia, for two whole years!  to escape this marriage."And he had come to the office just to tell Riddhima this—so that she would leave India too.

Mamta responded, "But you announced Vansh and Riddhiima's marriage in front of everyone. We could have at least met Riddhima first. After all, she will be Vansh's wife and our daughter-in-law."

Kishore assured Mamta, "Don't worry, Riddhima is the best for Vansh and for this family. Trust my choice."

At that moment, Kishore noticed Vansh standing at the gate. Both Kishore and Vansh looked at each other, and without saying anything, Vansh went to his room.

As soon as Vansh entered his room,

he slammed the door.

Kartik quickly followed him.

            ◇◇ Raichand palace ◇◇

The room hums with silence. The only light spills from the bedside lamp, casting long, golden shadows across the floor. Ashish sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched, eyes dark with silent storms. Rajeshwari walks in slowly, barefoot, wearing a soft satin robe that whispers against her skin. Her eyes don’t leave his face.

then sat down on the other side of the bed. After a long while, when Ashish still hadn't opened his eyes or responded, Rajeshwari stood up, picked up her blanket, and started heading towards the couch. At that moment, Ashish's voice came from behind,

You're so angry with me... I just hope you won’t take away the right to be Riddhima’s father from me.

Ashish lowered his face. Rajeshwari turned to him and sat beside him. Their eyes met, and Ashish's eyes were filled with tears.

She kneels in front of him, lifts his chin gently, and presses a lingering kiss to his forehead.

RAJESHWARI

(whispers with trembling sincerity)

Riddhima is your daughter, Ashish. That’s the only truth that matters. And I—I love you. I always have… and always will. You are the best. No one… no one could ever be you.

She trails a kiss over his closed eyelids—soft, reverent. Her hands slide up to cup his cheeks as her lips move to his. Her breath brushes his skin, warm and slow.

Then she kisses him—fully, deeply, hungrily. Not just lips grazing lips, but a kiss that trembles with all the years they've spent loving and hurting each other. Her hands tangle in the collar of his shirt, gripping it like an anchor as if she’s terrified he’ll disappear. Ashish’s hands move to her waist, pulling her closer, holding her like she’s the only thing that’s ever made sense.

Their mouths move in sync, breath catching, hearts pounding.

Finally, when the world fades around them, they rest their foreheads together, sharing breath, sweat, and truth.

           ◇ Singhaniya mansion ◇

Vansh steps out of the washroom, dressed in a fresh black shirt, sleeves rolled, jaw tight. Kartik is lounging on the couch, scanning legal papers like he’s decoding a bomb.

VANSH

(irritated, dry)

Found a way out yet? I could’ve been halfway to Australia by now. But somehow Dadu sniffed everything out.

(stares pointedly)

Don’t even look at me like that.

KARTIK

(smirking, defensive)

If I’d ratted you out, trust me—you wouldn’t have gotten off with just a simple explosure

The door opens. Aditya and Shaili enter. Shaili rushes to Vansh and wraps her arms around him tightly.

SHAILI

Bhai, are you okay?

Vansh pulls her into a soft hug, plants a kiss on her forehead.

VANSH

Your smile’s my therapy, Shaili. So how about one of those right now?

She flashes him a gentle smile. Aditya folds his arms, watching.

ADITYA

So… got a plan? What now?

VANSH

(rolling his eyes)

Why should I plan anything? Miss Raichand’s the one who’ll never say yes to this marriage. The contract might say we have to marry, but trust me—she’ll shut this down faster than you can say prenup. She’s not someone you can push. And no one, no one, can make her do what she doesn’t want.

At that exact moment, Ishita walks in with a dinner tray and places it on the table.

"You even mix a little poison in the food." Vansh said "

ISHITA coldly replied your enemies should be the ones to consume it."

Ishita replied, "Speaking of enemies, that reminds me—why hasn't Miss Raichand given any statement yet?" Vansh said

Vansh is about to take his first bite when—

Kartik’s phone rang. He put it on speaker.

“Sir… it’s Pranav. Vansh sir's phone was switched off so i called you Riddhima Ma’am has said yes to the wedding. And the date’s out—it’s ten days from now.”

Silence.

Then—CRASH.

The plate slammed into the floor, shards flying across the room.

“What the actual hell?!” Vansh roared. “How can Miss Raichand do this?!”

Aditya stepped forward. “Maybe she’s not as bad as you think. Maybe it’s time you start seeing her differently.”

Shaili chimed in, “We think you should say yes to marriage

Vansh’s nostrils flared. He didn’t speak—he snapped. He picked up a glass vase and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into pieces.

“No one asked for your ‘vishesh tippani (special opinion) . Now GET. OUT. OF. MY. ROOM!”

Aditya and Shaili retreated quickly. Vansh turned to Kartik and Ishita, rage still bubbling beneath his skin.

“Start printing cards. We’re going through with this circus. Smile for the cameras. Baraat’s on.”

Kartik smirked and walked out. But Ishita stood frozen. Something in her eyes—fear, confusion, heartbreak. She was visibly shaken.

Aditya walked up beside her and said gently, “There are enough servants in this house. Why are you doing all this for him? You’re his family… not his assistant.

But Ishita doesn’t reply. She just turns away and walks quietly to her room with glossy eyes

A four-year-old girl darted through the halls like a little whirlwind, giggling as her tiny feet pattered across the marble floor

Behind her, Rajeshwari followed, nearly out of breath.

“Kiddo, please! Just eat your food! If you finish lunch, Mumma will play with you and Dadda will give you a whole box of toys!”

But the little rebel just squealed, “No!” and bolted straight toward the main gate—right into Ashish, who had just returned home.

She collided with him, and he instinctively scooped her up into his arms. His entire face lit up as he kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose—anywhere he could reach.

“Who’s bothering my princess, huh? Who dared to mess with my kiddo?”

Without hesitation, the little girl pointed straight at Rajeshwari.

Rajeshwari crossed her arms and sighed, clearly at the end of her rope. “Oh really? I’m troubling you, or are you troubling me? You know what she did, Ashish? She cut up Mumma ji’s new sarees with a pair of scissors! And when Mumma ji got angry, this little devil locked her inside the room! And now when I tried to feed her, she’s been making me run around the entire house!”

She stormed over to them and held out her arms. “Come down right now! Let me deal with you—you’ve turned into such a brat.”

But the little girl turned her face away dramatically, threw her tiny arms around Ashish’s neck and clung to him like a koala. With the cutest puppy eyes, she said in a tiny voice, “Dadda… Dadi was trying to hit me, that’s why I locked her. But I didn’t hurt her. I promise.”

Ashish kissed her head, soft and protective. “I know, sweetheart. My baby could never hurt anyone. And no one’s going to hurt you either. Dadda’s here now, okay?”

Rajeshwari rolled her eyes, half-annoyed, half-melting. “Ashish, you’re spoiling her rotten. What will she do once she goes to her in-laws? How will this girl survive marriage?”

Suddenly, Ashish’s playful smile faded. His arms tightened around his daughter, pulling her close like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

“She’s never going anywhere,” he whispered. “My kiddo’s never going away from me. How would I even live without her? I won’t let her marry… ever. She’ll stay with me. Always.”

Riddhima’s eyes fluttered open, thick with tears, her breaths uneven and sharp. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to make sense of where she was. Her vision swam—blurry, unfocused—and a sharp throb pulsed through her skull. Instinctively, she raised her hand to her head. Her fingers met bandages—both on her head and her hands.

She was lying on a hospital bed.

Memories hit her like a jolt.

The accident.

The screech of tires.

The chaos.

And then—darkness.

But how did I get here? she wondered.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the door creaked open. A tall figure stepped into the room—easily 6 feet. Dusky skin, a black shirt tucked into crisp white pants, a white coat draped effortlessly over his arm. A stethoscope hung around his neck like it belonged there. His grey eyes were sharp, intense. Thick lashes framed them, making them stand out even more. His build was muscular, posture confident, and presence commanding.

He walked up to her bed and sat beside her. Without a word, he gently began checking her wounds—fingers steady, professional, but there was something oddly calming about his touch.

“You’re lucky,” he finally said, his voice a low rumble. “It was a nasty crash. But you’re safe now.”

Riddhima stared at him  asked him, "How did you bring me here? How did you even find out about my accident?"

I am your stalker he replied with straight face

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