Kirti’s POV:
The soft golden sunlight falling over my face slowly pulled me out of sleep. My eyes fluttered open lazily and for a few seconds I just stared blankly at the floor beneath me.
And then suddenly—
“Oh god…”
I instantly sat up in panic.
“I woke up late… Rashmi maa is definitely going to kill me today…”
But the moment I moved my hand, a sharp pain shot through my wrist. My breath hitched softly.
I slowly looked down at my hands.
The red marks.
The scratches.
The dried blood near my bangles.
And then my eyes fell on the heavy bridal lehenga I was still wearing.
That was enough.
Reality crashed over me all at once.
This wasn’t Srivastava mansion.
I wasn’t in that tiny storeroom anymore.
And nothing… absolutely nothing… was normal now.
Last night’s memories started replaying in my mind one after another.
Reyansh’s cold eyes.
His anger.
His hateful words.
“Gold digger.”
“Characterless.”
“Girls like you can do anything for money.”
My chest tightened painfully.
I slowly hugged my knees while sitting there on the cold balcony floor.
“If papa and Rashmi maa hadn’t created such a horrible misunderstanding… maybe I wouldn’t have to hear all this today…”
A weak laugh escaped my lips.
“But who am I blaming…? Bad things always happen to me anyway.”
I wiped my eyes quickly before more tears could fall.
For a moment I thought the balcony door would still be locked. Still… I quietly stood up and tried opening it.
Click.
The door opened easily.
I blinked in shock.
“It’s… unlocked?”
Slowly peeking inside the room, I realized Reyansh wasn’t there.
A small sigh of relief escaped my lips instantly.
“Thank god… before that arrogant monster comes back, let me leave quickly.”
I was about to walk out when suddenly my eyes landed on a suitcase placed near the door.
I frowned softly.
“This wasn’t here last night…”
Slowly, I walked toward it and carefully opened it.
The moment I looked inside, my eyes widened slightly.
There were neatly folded clothes inside.
Elegant sarees.
Soft cotton suits.
Night suits.
Beautiful frock suits.
For the first time since last night… I felt slightly calm.
“At least they didn’t send old rejected clothes for me…”
My fingers softly brushed against the fabrics. Everything looked new.
Maybe… just maybe… someone here had thought about my comfort.
That tiny thought alone made my chest feel warm.
I looked at the sarees once before changing and immediately shook my head.
“If I wear a saree, everyone will think I’m trying to act like a bride… better leave it.”
Without wasting more time, I quickly picked up a red full sleeves frock suit and walked into the bathroom.
A few minutes later…
I stood in front of the huge mirror silently.
My wet long hair rested beautifully over my shoulders and waist, tiny water droplets sliding down the strands. The soft red frock suit hugged my figure perfectly while the full sleeves hid every mark on my wrists.
Simple.
Decent.
Comfortable.
Not like a bride.
And maybe that was exactly why I chose it.
Fit check ✔️
A bitter smile appeared on my lips.
“No one here is excited seeing me anyway.”
I applied a little cream on my face and lightly pressed lip balm over my dry lips.
That was it.
No heavy makeup.
No jewelry.
No fake bridal glow.
Still…
When I looked at myself in the mirror, even I froze for a second.
The red color made my fair skin glow softly while my open wet hair made me look unexpectedly delicate. My slightly swollen eyes from crying somehow made me look even more fragile.
Like one touch would break me completely.
“Wow Kirti…” I whispered to myself with a hollow laugh, “this was the only thing left in your pathetic life. Your own husband hates you.”
My eyes burned again.
“Please God… I’m too tired now. Please let there be no drama today… and please put some sense into that bossy Reyansh Oberai’s brain…”
Taking a deep breath, I gathered courage and walked toward the door.
But just when my fingers touched the handle—
The door opened from the other side.
My eyes widened instantly.
And there he was.
Reyansh Oberai.
Fresh from the gym.
My breath got stuck for a second.
His messy damp hair looked even more attractive with a few strands falling carelessly over his forehead. He wore a fitted black sleeveless compression shirt that perfectly showed his toned arms and broad chest, while grey joggers rested low on his waist.
A light layer of sweat still glistened over his sharp jawline and neck.
And god—
Why did he look this unfairly handsome this early in the morning?
“Oh god…” I screamed internally, “out of all people, I had to bump into him first thing in the morning? Please save me…”
For a second, even Reyansh paused near the door.
His eyes unknowingly landed on me.
And strangely…
There was no anger in them today.
No shouting.
No irritation.
Nothing.
His sharp gaze silently scanned my appearance.
The simple red suit.
My open wet hair.
My bare face.
The nervousness in my eyes.
For a tiny second, something unreadable flashed across his expression.
But it disappeared immediately.
His jaw tightened slightly before he simply walked past me without saying a word.
I blinked in confusion.
“…That’s it?”
I slowly turned back and looked at him like he had suddenly transformed into another human being.
“He didn’t yell?”
“He didn’t insult me?”
“He didn’t even taunt me?”
I stared at his back suspiciously.
“Wow… what happened to him today?”
Meanwhile Reyansh quietly grabbed a towel from the couch without looking at me again.
But what I didn’t know was—
His silence wasn’t calm.
It was confusion.
Taking a small nervous breath, I quietly stepped out of the room and started walking downstairs.
Every single step felt heavy.
As if this mansion itself was silently reminding me that I didn’t belong here.
My fingers tightened around the railing while my eyes nervously wandered around the huge Oberai mansion once again.
In daylight…
It looked even more breathtaking.
The massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling sparkled beautifully as the morning sunlight entered through the giant glass windows. The white marble floors literally shined beneath my feet while fresh flowers decorated every corner of the mansion.
Everything looked expensive.
Perfect.
Royal.
Completely opposite to the life I had lived till now.
Even the air here felt different.
I quietly looked down at my simple red suit and suddenly felt conscious again.
“What if everyone is still angry…?”
“What if they regret accepting me already…?”
My stomach twisted nervous
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Author’s POV
Downstairs, the Oberai mansion had already become lively with morning chatter.
The dining hall looked warm and beautiful under the soft sunlight pouring through the massive glass windows. Servants quietly arranged dishes while the aroma of fresh breakfast filled the entire space.
Inside the kitchen, Nisha and Meera were busy checking the breakfast preparations.
Meera placed a bowl on the counter before finally speaking what had been running in her mind since yesterday.
“Waise bhabhi…” she started softly, “what do you actually think about that girl?”
Nisha looked at her knowingly.
Meera sighed.
“I mean… how can someone sit in her own sister’s place like that? I still can’t understand anything properly. Everything happened so suddenly.”
Her confusion was genuine.
Yesterday’s chaos had shocked everyone.
Nisha stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking calmly.
“To be honest… even I was confused at first.”
Meera looked at her immediately.
“But after hearing papaji yesterday…” Nisha continued softly, “I understood one thing clearly.”
“What?”
Nisha smiled faintly.
“Kirti is a very sweet girl.”
Meera stayed quiet.
Nisha slowly arranged the plates while speaking.
“Didn’t you see her face yesterday? That child herself looked terrified. More than anyone else.”
A small sigh escaped her lips.
“I don’t think she wanted any of this.”
Meera leaned against the counter thoughtfully.
“But Reyansh ..."
At his name, Nisha’s expression changed slightly with worry.
“That’s exactly what I’m scared of,” she admitted honestly. “I just hope Reyansh doesn’t do or say something harsh in anger.”
Meera sighed softly.
“He was really angry yesterday…”
Nisha nodded slowly.
“And I can understand him too. Anyone would feel betrayed in that situation.” She paused before continuing quietly, “but sometimes situations create misunderstandings… not people.”
Meera looked down silently.
Nisha’s eyes softened.
“Kirti looked like someone who has spent her entire life silently tolerating pain.”
That sentence alone made Meera thoughtful.
Before either of them could continue—
Soft footsteps echoed near the kitchen entrance.
Both women turned around.
And there she was.
Kirti.
For a second, even Meera went silent seeing her properly in daylight.
The simple red full sleeves frock suit made her look unbelievably soft and elegant. Her long wet hair rested beautifully over her shoulders while her bare face somehow made her beauty stand out even more.
She didn’t look like a newly married bride.
She looked fragile.
Like someone trying very hard not to fall apart.
The moment Nisha saw her, her face lit up warmly.
“WOW beta ji…” she smiled proudly, “you look absolutely beautiful. Our Reyansh’s fate has truly opened.”
Kirti instantly became shy hearing that.
A small nervous smile appeared on her lips as she lowered her gaze softly.
Meera quietly noticed the way Kirti’s fingers nervously twisted together.
Even now…
The girl looked scared.
Not cunning.
Not proud.
Just nervous.
Nisha immediately walked toward her lovingly.
“You probably already know,” she spoke warmly, “today is your first day in this house as our new bahu. So there are a few rituals left.”
Kirti softly nodded her head.
“Yes…”
Nisha smiled.
“Right now you only need to do pehli rasoi.”
Kirti nodded obediently again.
“Okay…”
Nisha pointed toward the prepared dishes.
“Breakfast is already ready. You just need to make something sweet and complete the ritual.”
“Theek hai aunty ji…” Kirti replied politely out of habit.
The moment the word left her mouth—
Nisha dramatically placed a hand over her heart.
“Aunty ji?”
Kirti blinked nervously.
Nisha walked closer and gently touched her cheek.
“Not aunty ji anymore beta…” she smiled lovingly, “now call me mummy ji.”
Kirti froze for a second.
Something emotional flickered across her eyes instantly.
Because nobody had ever corrected her this lovingly before.
“O-okay… mummy ji,” she whispered softly.
Nisha immediately smiled proudly while Meera silently watched everything.
And strangely…
Even her doubts started weakening little by little.
Soon Nisha and Meera walked outside to arrange the breakfast table while Kirti stayed back in the kitchen.
For a few seconds, she simply stood there quietly thinking.
“What should I make…?”
Then suddenly something clicked in her mind.
A tiny smile appeared on her lips.
“I’ll make the one thing I know best…”
Without wasting any more time, she quickly tied her long hair into a loose clip and started preparing gajar ka halwa and gulab jamun.
And slowly…
The entire kitchen started feeling alive because of her.
She carefully grated fresh carrots while warm ghee melted inside the pan. The rich aroma slowly spread through the air, instantly making the kitchen smell comforting and homely.
Soft steam rose as milk thickened beautifully.
Kirti quietly stirred everything with complete focus, occasionally pushing back loose wet strands of hair falling near her face.
Her movements looked practiced.
Gentle.
Careful.
Peaceful.
As if cooking was the only thing that truly calmed her heart.
Soon she started preparing gulab jamuns too.
Her soft fingers carefully rolled perfect round balls before frying them until they turned beautifully golden brown.
The warm sugar syrup shimmered while the sweet aroma filled the entire kitchen.
Anyone entering could instantly feel warmth there.
And unknowingly—
For the very first time since entering Oberai mansion…
Kirti wasn’t working out of fear.
She was doing something because someone had asked her lovingly.
.
Within a short while, the entire Oberai family slowly gathered in the dining hall for breakfast.
The atmosphere had become lively again with laughter, teasing, and random conversations echoing through the mansion.
Meanwhile—
Kirti had finally finished preparing everything.
The rich aroma of fresh gajar ka halwa and warm gulab jamuns had already spread throughout the house.
Holding the tray carefully, Kirti walked beside Nisha toward the dining table.
Her heart was beating nervously again.
She still wasn’t used to this many people around her.
And honestly…
She still didn’t know how she was supposed to behave as “Reyansh Oberai’s wife.”
The moment they entered the dining area—
Arjun looked up casually.
And then suddenly—
“OH. MY. GOD.”
His loud dramatic scream instantly made everyone turn around.
Kirti froze in shock.
Even the spoon in Aarav’s hand stopped midway.
Arjun slowly stood up from his chair while staring at Kirti like he had just witnessed some divine event.
“Guys…” he whispered dramatically while placing a hand over his chest, “I think bhai secretly married a red velvet pastry instead of a human.”
The entire table burst out laughing instantly.
Kirti’s eyes widened in embarrassment.
But he wasn’t done yet.
He walked closer while looking at her dramatically from head to toe.
“No seriously bhabhi… this should be illegal. Why are you glowing this much in a simple suit? Meanwhile our bhai wakes up looking like an angry unpaid villain every morning.”
“AHEM.”
Everyone immediately looked toward Reyansh sitting at the table silently.
Reyansh glared at Arjun coldly.
Arjun instantly coughed awkwardly.
“I mean… handsome villain.”
Riya burst out laughing.
“Arjun bhai, stop flirting with bhabhi before Reyansh bhai throws you out of the mansion.”
Ira nodded seriously.
“Exactly. Control yourself. You already look emotionally attached.”
Arjun placed a dramatic hand over his heart.
“Can you blame me? Look at her. Even I want to call her bhabhi again and again.”
“Disgusting,” Aarav muttered while eating toast.
Kirti’s cheeks turned completely pink now.
She looked down shyly while nervously holding the tray tighter.
Seeing her flustered expression, Riya immediately walked toward her lovingly.
“Don’t mind these idiots bhabhi,” she whispered while glaring at the boys. “They lose their last two braincells during breakfast.”
“Correction,” Ira added proudly, “they never had braincells to begin with.”
“Excuse me?” Arjun gasped dramatically.
Aarav pointed toward him calmly.
“She’s right though.”
The girls high-fived each other proudly.
Meanwhile Arjun looked personally betrayed.
“Wow. My own family humiliating me in front of my beautiful bhabhi. Very heartbreaking.”
Kirti unknowingly smiled softly hearing their nonstop nonsense.
And the moment that tiny smile appeared on her face—
The entire family noticed it.
Because till now…
This was the first time they had seen her smile properly.
Even Nisha’s face softened emotionally.
Meanwhile, sitting quietly at the dining table—
Reyansh unknowingly looked up too.
And for a second…
His eyes stayed fixed on Kirti.
The soft red suit.
Her shy smile.
Her nervous little expressions.
The way she quietly stood there while everyone teased her.
Nothing about her looked fake.
And somehow—
That irritated him even more.
Because the more he looked at her…
The harder it became to match this girl with the image he had created in his mind last night.
Everyone slowly settled down for breakfast while soft morning chatter filled the dining hall.
Kirti quietly stood near the table instead of sitting with everyone.
Not because she wanted to.
But because she had spent her whole life standing in corners while others sat comfortably. It had become a habit now… a habit so deeply carved into her that even here, in this huge mansion, she didn’t know where she belonged.
Her fingers stayed tightly intertwined in nervousness while her eyes remained lowered.
That small action didn’t go unnoticed by the Oberai family.
Nisha looked at her for a moment before speaking softly,
“Kirti beta… why are you standing there? Come sit.”
Kirti looked up slightly.
“Huh…?”
Nisha smiled warmly.
“Come sit beside Reyansh and have breakfast with everyone.”
The moment Reyansh’s name entered the conversation, Kirti’s heartbeat instantly became uneven.
Her fingers tightened
“N-no… it’s okay. I’ll eat later…”
Truthfully, she didn’t even know whether she was allowed to sit there or not.
What if Reyansh got angry again?
What if everyone suddenly remembered last night and regretted accepting her?
Her mind was filled with a hundred fears.
But before she could overthink further—
Reyansh suddenly spoke.
“If mom is asking you to sit… then sit.”
His voice was calm.
Cold.
Expressionless.
But there was no anger in it either.
Kirti blinked in surprise before nervously sitting beside him carefully, almost leaving an entire country’s distance between them.
And that was enough for Arjun to start.
He dramatically looked between them before placing a hand on his chest.
“Wow.”
Everyone looked at him suspiciously.
Arjun shook his head emotionally.
“Look at this distance between our newly married couple… Bhai, are you both planning to start a long-distance marriage while sitting on the same dining table?”
Riya instantly burst out laughing.
Ira slapped Arjun’s shoulder dramatically.
“Shut up idiot! Stop teasing bhabhi this early in the morning!”
But Arjun wasn’t done yet.
He pointed toward the huge gap between Reyansh and Kirti.
“Riya, I swear if I park my bike between them, even then there’ll be space left.”
Kirti instantly lowered her head in embarrassment while Riya and Ira laughed loudly.
Even Meera couldn’t stop smiling.
Meanwhile Reyansh just gave Arjun a dead stare.
“Can you eat quietly for once?”
Arjun gasped dramatically.
“Oh wow. Marriage changed him already. Yesterday he was single and peaceful. Today he’s angry and married.”
This time even Vikram chuckled softly.
Kirti unknowingly smiled a little hearing everyone’s silly arguments.
And maybe…
That was the first time since yesterday that she didn’t feel completely suffocated.
A few moments later, Nisha suddenly remembered something and looked at Kirti excitedly.
“Achha Kirti beta… whatever you made for your pehli rasoi, serve it to everyone.”
Kirti immediately nodded softly.
“Ji…”
Carefully, she started serving everyone warm gajar ka halwa along with gulab jamuns.
The sweet aroma instantly spread across the dining area.
Fresh desi ghee.
Cardamom.
Dry fruits.
Everything smelled heavenly.
Kirti nervously stood there after serving everyone, waiting silently for their reactions.
Her heart was beating so fast that she could literally hear it.
“What if they don’t like it…?”
Meanwhile Arjun excitedly stuffed a spoonful of halwa into his mouth.
And the very next second—
He dramatically stood up from his chair.
“WAHHHHH!”
Kirti got startled.
Arjun pointed at the bowl like he had discovered treasure.
“Bhabhi! What are you doing in this mansion? You should be in MasterChef!”
Everyone laughed at his overreaction.
But Arjun continued dramatically.
“No seriously… how can someone make THIS good gajar ka halwa? I swear I just saw my ancestors blessing me.”
Riya rolled her eyes.
“You say that after eating literally everything.”
“Because I respect talent,” Arjun replied proudly before taking another huge bite.
Ira tasted the gulab jamun next and instantly closed her eyes dramatically.
“Oh my god…”
She pointed at Kirti.
“Bhabhi… if you keep feeding us like this, I’m ready to accept you as my favorite person in this house.”
Meera also looked genuinely surprised.
“The halwa is actually really good…”
Nisha smiled proudly while eating.
“Actually really good? Meera, this is amazing.”
Even Vikram nodded happily.
“Bilkul ghar ka taste hai… bahut pyara.”
Kirti’s eyes widened slightly.
No one had ever praised her cooking like this before.
Not even once.
Back in the Srivastava house, no matter how much she cooked, people only complained.
Too sweet.
Too bland.
Too oily.
Too slow.
But here…
Everyone was eating happily.
Praising her genuinely.
And somehow…
That small appreciation made her chest feel emotional.
Her eyes unknowingly became slightly watery.
Meanwhile Arjun shamelessly pushed his empty bowl toward her again.
“Bhabhi refill please.”
Riya smacked his arm.
“Control yourself!”
But Arjun ignored her completely.
“No because this is serious. If bhabhi keeps cooking like this, I’ll never marry. Why take risk when bhabhi already cooks perfect food?”
“DISGUSTING,” Ira said dramatically.
“Imagine your future wife hearing this.”
Arjun proudly took another gulab jamun.
“She should learn from bhabhi then.”
Everyone burst out laughing again.
And amidst all the laughter…
Kirti slowly looked toward Reyansh.
He hadn’t said a single word till now.
But unlike last night—
There was no hatred on his face either.
Silently, he took one spoonful of halwa.
And paused.
His eyes flickered slightly.
Because unexpectedly—
It tasted perfect.
Exactly like the kind of homemade sweet someone eats after coming back tired from a long day.
Everyone continued eating while the dining hall remained filled with laughter, teasing, and nonstop compliments about Kirti’s cooking.
For the first time in years…
Kirti felt like she was sitting among real people.
Not monsters waiting for her to make a mistake.
Her eyes unknowingly softened while looking at everyone.
Meanwhile Arjun shamelessly finished his third bowl of halwa.
“Bhabhi, I’m warning you beforehand… if you keep cooking like this every day, I’ll become emotionally attached.”
Ira immediately smacked his arm.
“You’re already emotionally attached to food.”
“Because food never betrays,” Arjun replied dramatically while hugging his bowl protectively.
Everyone burst out laughing again.
After breakfast ended, Vikram slowly stood up from his chair.
Kirti immediately became nervous seeing him walk toward her.
But before she could understand anything—
Vikram pulled out a thick bundle of ₹500 notes and extended it toward her.
Kirti’s eyes widened instantly.
“Ji…?”
She immediately stepped back and shook her head.
“N-no… I can’t take this…”
Vikram smiled warmly.
“Arre beta, this is your reward for feeding us such delicious food.”
Kirti looked even more panicked.
“It’s too much…”
Nisha softly joined in.
“Keep it beta. It’s not money… it’s blessings from elders.”
Kirti looked completely overwhelmed.
No one had ever appreciated her efforts like this before.
Back in the Srivastava house, she cooked because she was forced to.
Here…
People were rewarding her with love.
One by one, the family members also started giving her gifts for pehli rasoi.
Anshuman happily handed her a beautiful designer handbag.
“This is from my side, beta.”
Meera smiled softly before placing a delicate diamond pendant box in Kirti’s hands.
“I know yesterday was chaotic… but welcome to the family.”
Kirti instantly looked emotional hearing that.
Even Aarav dramatically pulled out a gift bag.
“Bhabhi this is from me. Don’t expect emotional speech though because I’m bad at emotions.”
Riya instantly exposed him.
“He literally spent one hour choosing that gift yesterday.”
“SHUT UP.”
Everyone laughed again.
Inside the bag was a cute customized photo frame with “Oberai Family” written on it.
Kirti’s eyes unknowingly became watery again.
Ira excitedly gave her skincare and perfumes.
“So you can stay pretty and outshine bhai even more.”
Meanwhile Arjun proudly handed Kirti a small box.
Kirti opened it carefully.
And immediately blinked in confusion.
Inside was—
A spoon.
A golden spoon.
Arjun grinned proudly.
“For the future MasterChef winner of this house.”
The entire family groaned at his stupidity while Kirti laughed softly for the first time properly.
And somehow…
That tiny laugh made the atmosphere lighter.
After a while, Nisha suddenly called one of the maids.
“Rama, bring that red velvet box from my room.”
The maid quickly nodded and returned within minutes holding an elegant jewelry box.
Kirti looked confused.
Nisha slowly opened the box.
And inside—
A pair of beautiful gold bangles rested carefully.
Heavy.
Traditional.
Absolutely gorgeous.
Kirti’s eyes widened slightly.
Nisha lovingly walked toward her.
“These were given to me by my mother-in-law when I entered this house for the first time…”
Her eyes softened warmly.
“And now I’m giving them to you.”
Kirti immediately shook her head in panic.
“N-no mummy ji… please keep them. They’ll look much prettier on you… what will I even do with such expensive things?”
Nisha’s smile softened even more hearing her innocence.
Before she could reply, Riya dramatically spoke up.
“Mummy, bhabhi won’t take them like this. Just put them on her hands yourself.”
“Exactly,” Ira added proudly.
“She’s too sweet to say yes.”
Kirti looked even more nervous.
“Mummy ji really, it’s okay—”
But Nisha had already gently held her wrist to make her wear the bangles.
The moment her fingers touched Kirti’s hand—
“Ahh—”
A painful sound escaped Kirti’s lips instantly.
Everyone froze.
Nisha immediately pulled her hand back in shock.
“Kirti?!”
Her face filled with worry.
“Beta did it hurt?”
Kirti instantly tried hiding her hand behind her back.
“N-no… it’s nothing…”
But Nisha had already noticed her discomfort.
Without wasting another second, she carefully pushed Kirti’s sleeve slightly upward.
And the very next second—
Everyone’s expressions changed.
Bruises.
Bangle cuts.
The entire wrist looked badly injured.
A horrifying silence spread across the dining hall.
Kirti immediately tried pulling her hand back nervously.
But everyone had already seen it.
Nisha’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh my god…”
Meera covered her mouth softly.
Riya and Ira looked horrified.
Even Arjun’s playful expression disappeared completely.
“What happened to your hand?” Nisha asked worriedly.
“How did you get hurt like this?”
Everyone started asking questions at once.
“Did you fall?”
“When did this happen?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Kirti instantly panicked.
Because she knew—
If she told the truth, everything would become worse.
And somewhere deep inside…
She still didn’t want Reyansh to get blamed in front of his family.
So forcing a small smile, she quickly lied,
“It happened at home… while doing chores. I was in a hurry yesterday so maybe it got worse…”
The moment those words left her mouth—
The entire family looked guilty.
Especially Nisha.
Her eyes filled with pain instantly.
Meanwhile—
Reyansh went completely still.
His gaze remained fixed on the injuries.
And suddenly—
Last night replayed in his mind.
Him grabbing her wrist roughly.
The bangles digging into her skin.
Her trembling.
The blood.
His jaw clenched tightly.
Because for the first time—
He realized he had done this.
And despite having the perfect chance to expose him in front of everyone…
Kirti lied to protect him.
That realization disturbed him badly.
A strange guilt slowly crawled inside his chest.
Meanwhile Nisha immediately looked toward Reyansh seriously.
“Take Kirti upstairs right now.”
Reyansh looked up silently.
Nisha’s voice turned firm.
“And do proper dressing on her wounds.”
Then she gently held Kirti’s face.
“And you are resting today. I
don’t want to see you doing any work, understood?”
Kirti immediately nodded softly.
“Ji… mummy
But inside—
Her heart still felt nervous.
Because now…
She had to go upstairs alone with Reyansh again.
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