As dawn broke over the Rathor estate, the aftermath of the gala weighed heavily on Abhimaan’s mind. He stood on the balcony of his room, the crisp morning air filling his lungs but doing little to clear the turmoil within. Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions, a dance of laughter and tension that left him feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive. Ruhanika’s laughter echoed in his mind, the way her eyes sparkled under the gala lights, yet her spirit felt tethered to a past she had yet to confront.
Sakshi entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and excitement. “Abhi, you need to talk to Ruhanika. She’s been waiting for your call since sunrise,” she urged, brushing her hair back. “After everything that happened with Vikram, you both need to be on the same page.”
“Vikram,” Abhimaan muttered, the name like a dark cloud hovering above him. “He knows too much. I can’t let him get to her.”
Sakshi placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You can’t shield her forever. You both deserve to face this together. Besides, you can’t deny there’s something special between you two.”
Abhimaan sighed, wrestling with his thoughts. Just then, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Ruhanika: "Can we meet? I need to talk." A mix of relief and dread washed over him. “I’ll meet her,” he said, resolving to face whatever uncertainties lay ahead.
Meanwhile, Ruhanika sat on the rooftop of her family’s modest home, the sun rising over the horizon. Ekansh joined her, bringing a cup of steaming chai. “You’ve been quiet this morning. What’s on your mind?” he asked, settling beside her.
“I can’t shake off the feeling that last night was just the beginning of something much bigger,” she confessed, taking a sip of her tea. “Vikram’s threat looms over us. What if he tries to hurt Abhimaan? Or worse, what if he reveals my past?”
Ekansh frowned, his protective nature surfacing. “You’re stronger than you think, Ruhi. Whatever secrets you have don’t define you. And Abhimaan, he’s not the kind to back down from a fight.”
Ruhanika smiled faintly. “I just hope he doesn’t see me as a burden. I can’t let my past ruin his future.”
As they spoke, the doorbell echoed through the house. Ruhanika’s heart raced; she knew who it was. She exchanged a glance with Ekansh before rushing to the door, her breath hitching in her throat as she opened it to reveal Abhimaan, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “We need to talk.”
They settled on the roof, the sun’s rays casting a golden hue around them. “Last night… I shouldn’t have let Vikram get to me,” Abhimaan began, his voice low. “I’ve spent too much time being guarded, and I don’t want to lose you to my fears.”
Ruhanika felt a flicker of hope. “You won’t lose me. But we need to face whatever Vikram has in store. We can’t let him control our lives.”
Just as they sealed their resolve, a commotion erupted from the street below. A group of men, led by Vikram, confronted a gathering crowd, their intentions unclear but clearly menacing. Ruhanika’s heart sank as she recognized a few of them as former acquaintances from her past.
“Stay here,” Abhimaan ordered, stepping toward the edge to assess the situation. But Ruhanika felt an urge to stand by him. “No, I’m not going to hide. We face this together.”
Abhimaan turned to her, his fierce gaze softening. “Together, then. But we need a plan. I won’t let them intimidate us.”
As they strategized, Nisha appeared unexpectedly, her expression a mix of concern and jealousy. “What’s going on? You two look serious,” she said, feigning innocence.
Ruhanika shot her a wary look. “Just dealing with some… old acquaintances.”
Nisha’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Old acquaintances can be troublesome. You never know what they might expose.” With a smirk, she sauntered off, leaving a chill in the air.
“Why does she always have to interfere?” Ruhanika muttered, frustration bubbling within her.
Abhimaan grabbed her hand, grounding her. “Focus on us. Nisha can’t derail our path. We need to confront Vikram and whatever he’s plotting.”
As they prepared to face the encroaching storm, the weight of their pasts loomed above them like a shadow. But in the strength of their unity, they found a flicker of hope amidst the uncertainty, aware that the road ahead would test not only their resolve but the depth of their burgeoning connection.
The sun climbed higher, illuminating the path ahead, as they stepped closer to the edge of the rooftop, ready to confront the shadows of their past, together.
A Little Flashback. ....
Abhimaan 's parents and ruhanika's parents had fixed there marriage thats why they are thinking of all the circumstances there relation could face ......
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