Khushi's college day had started like any other, yet it soon took an unexpected turn. The sun filtered through the leafy canopy above the campus, casting dappled patterns on the ground as she submitted her note of absence for the next ten days. Her footsteps echoed in the familiar corridors, each step drawing her closer to the bittersweet task at hand—handing out wedding invitations to her friends. Laughter and cheerful banter filled the air as she went from group to group, but her heart was elsewhere, tethered to thoughts she dared not voice.

As she reached the final group, her best friend's words pierced through the haze of her thoughts. "Khushi, finally tumhe tumhari mumma mil rahi hai."

A wistful smile curved Khushi's lips, but it didn't reach her eyes. The weight of those words settled on her heart like a soft, heavy blanket. "Haan," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "She is the best."

The truth behind those words was layered with so much more than her friends could ever know. Manvi was not just her stepmother; she was the mother Khushi never had, the one who had mended the fragile threads of her family, sewing them together with love and patience. Her Yashoda Maiya. She had shown Khushi a love that healed the wounds left by another.

As she left the college gates, the usual hustle of the streets blurred around her. The world seemed to slow as Khushi scanned the area, waiting for her driver. The honks of passing cars and the distant chatter of street vendors faded into the background when a voice, faint but unmistakable, called her name.

"Khushi."

Her heart stilled. She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing as they searched the source of the voice. At the gate stood a figure draped in a scarf, half-hidden in the afternoon shadows. Time seemed to stretch painfully as the figure stepped forward, revealing the face beneath the fabric.

Maya.

The name echoed in Khushi's mind as if pulled from a distant memory. Thirteen long years of absence, of silence, of unanswered questions, melted away in a single heartbeat as she met her mother's eyes. The weight of a decade of longing crushed into that one moment, filling her chest with an ache she hadn't prepared for.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, unbidden and unwelcome. Maya took a tentative step forward, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Khushi, beta," she whispered, her voice fragile, as though speaking any louder might shatter the moment.

But Khushi took a step back, recoiling as though stung. The warmth of her tears cooled, replaced by the searing sting of old wounds that had never truly healed. The years of her father's suffering, the nights she had spent trying to comfort him when he thought she couldn't hear his silent sobs, all of it crashed over her like a wave.

"Don't," she said sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Her jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Maya flinched as though the words had slapped her. Her hand, which had reached out for Khushi, hung in the air for a moment before falling limply to her side. "Beta, please," Maya's voice trembled, laden with regret, "itne saal baad maa se mil rahi ho, sirf baat karni hai."

The plea lingered in the air, and for a moment, Khushi hesitated. She stood on the edge of a chasm, torn between the desire for the mother she had once known and the loyalty she felt to the life she had built without her. She thought of Manvi, the woman who had loved her like her own, and her father, who had finally found peace.

After what felt like an eternity, Khushi exhaled, her resolve hardening once more. "Thik hai," she said, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Lekin yahan nahi."

Maya's eyes brightened with a glimmer of hope as she nodded eagerly. "Chalo mere saath."

Khushi kept her distance, stepping into an auto. Maya followed suit, directing the driver to an address. During the journey, a tense silence enveloped them, each lost in their own thoughts.

Upon reaching their destination, Khushi alighted first, her demeanor guarded yet tinged with a hint of curiosity and longing.

Maya followed closely behind, her eyes never straying from Khushi. The air between them was thick with tension, a palpable silence that seemed to stretch with each passing second. They stood in front of the gate, a modest building casting long shadows in the fading afternoon light. Khushi's heart was heavy, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her—curiosity, anger, and a deep-seated longing she had never allowed herself to acknowledge.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Khushi turned to face Maya, her expression guarded yet vulnerable. "Kyun, Maya?" she asked softly, her voice trembling under the weight of thirteen lost years. "Kyun kiya aapne aisa?"

Maya's gaze faltered, her lips quivering as unshed tears clung to her lashes. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out at first. The years apart, the choices she had made, and the pain she had caused hung between them like an unbridgeable chasm. Finally, in a voice filled with remorse, Maya whispered, "Khushi, tumhare dadda se bahut pyaar kiya maine. Had se zyada pyaar kiya. Usi pyaar ne mujhse yeh sab karwaya."

"Pyaar?" Khushi repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. The word tasted bitter on her tongue, a cruel reminder of the past. "Aapne mere dadda ko torture kiya hai!" Her voice cracked, her fists clenched at her sides. "You killed everyone jo bhi unke kareeb they!"

Maya's composure broke, her tears falling freely now. She sank to her knees, her shoulders trembling with the weight of her sorrow. "Main janti hoon," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "Maine galat kiya hai, lekin maine bhi saza kaati hai Khushi. Tumhare dadda ne mujhe ek baar bhi tumse milne nahi diya itne saalo mein."

Khushi's breath hitched. A part of her still raged with anger, but another part—the child who had once adored her mother—felt the sting of Maya's absence, of the years that had been stolen from them both. "You lied to me," she said, her voice trembling. "Aapne manipulate kiya mujhe... Unke against kar diya."

Maya broke down further, her hands shaking as she pleaded. "Maaf kardo apni maa ko, Khushi," she whispered desperately, her voice breaking with each word. "Please... Bahut tadpi hoon main tumhare liye. Sirf ek baar mujhe maa keh do."

Khushi's heart wavered, torn between the memories of a mother she once adored and the harsh reality of her actions. Maya's emotional plea pierced through her defenses, reopening wounds she had tried so hard to heal.

As Maya continued to beg, her words filled with pain and regret, Khushi felt a flicker of compassion. The image of her mother, vulnerable and broken before her, softened her resolve. Yet, the scars of betrayal ran deep, and forgiveness seemed a distant shore.

The air between them was heavy with unspoken words and shattered trust. Khushi hesitated, her fists clenched in turmoil. Could she forgive the woman who had torn her family apart? Could she let go of the anger that had defined her for so long?

Slowly, she approached Maya, her heart heavy with doubt and skepticism. "You hurt us so much, Maya. How can I trust you again?" Khushi asked, her voice trembling with the weight of her words.

Maya looked up, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with regret and a glimmer of hope. "I know, beta. maine bahut galat kiya hai aur main roj sharminda hoti hun. lekin sirf ek mauka doh mujhe apne aap ko saabit karne ka," Maya pleaded, her voice breaking with sincerity.

Khushi hesitated, her gaze searching Maya's face for any sign of deception. Memories of Maya's absence, her father's pain, and the fractured family they had become flashed before her. Yet, amidst the pain, she saw a mother who had lost her way, desperate for forgiveness and a second chance.

"main.. main aap par bharosa karna chahti hun par," Khushi whispered finally, her voice betraying both vulnerability and resolve. "But you have to prove it to me, Maya. No more lies, no more manipulation."

Maya nodded fervently, her hands still clasped in a pleading gesture. "I promise, Khushi. I will earn your trust again, no matter how long it takes. Just give me the chance to be your mother again."

Khushi felt a tear slip down her cheek as she reached out tentatively, allowing Maya to pull her into a hesitant embrace. In that moment, amidst the pain and uncertainty, a fragile reconciliation began to take root.

The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and doubts, but Khushi knew that forgiveness was the first step towards healing. As Maya held her daughter close, both women silently vowed to rebuild what had been lost a bond of love and trust, stronger than the scars of their past.

Khushi stood before Maya, her emotions raw and conflicted. Maya's revelation about keeping Khushi's photos with her during her time in jail shook Khushi to the core. Tears welled up in Khushi's eyes as Maya continued, "Dekho, itne saalo mein jail mein maine tumhari har photo rakhi hai! Bahar mera ek aadmi hamesha mujhe tumhare baare mein bataya karta tha."

Khushi struggled to process Maya's words. Despite her anger and resentment, the knowledge that Maya had held onto memories of her all those years touched a tender spot in her heart. Maya's voice trembled with sincerity as she added, "Beta sach kehti hun maine aaj tak tumhe takleef nahi di."

"Lekin mere dadda ko di aapne," Khushi cried out, her pain and grief pouring out unchecked. The wounds of her father's suffering and Maya's betrayal were still fresh, refusing to be soothed by Maya's words alone.

"Bahadd pyaar jo karti thi unse..." Maya's voice cracked with emotion, her own tears mingling with Khushi's anguish. "I promise main unke aur Manvi ke beech nahi aungi. Mujhe bas tumhara saath chahiye."

Khushi felt torn. Despite her inner turmoil, Maya's plea for a second chance, coupled with her promises, tugged at Khushi's heartstrings. Could she truly forgive? Could she believe in Maya's sincerity, despite the pain of the past?

Taking a deep breath, Khushi felt a surge of conflicting emotions the desire for a mother's love she had missed for so long, and the fear of being hurt again. Yet, Maya's words resonated with a longing for family, for connection.

In a moment of vulnerability, Khushi closed the distance between them and embraced Maya. Maya's face lit up with a smile, though hidden behind it was a sense of satisfaction  a triumph in manipulating Khushi's emotions, much like she had once manipulated others.

As they held each other, Khushi's heart softened, allowing a glimmer of hope for reconciliation. Maya's plan had succeeded, but beneath it all, Khushi sensed a mother's genuine yearning to make amends.

The road ahead remained uncertain, fraught with doubts and scars that needed healing. Yet, in that embrace, amidst the complexity of their relationship, a fragile bridge began to form a tentative step towards rebuilding trust and forging a new bond, shaped by forgiveness and the shared hope for a brighter future together.

Khushi left Maya's house, her heart conflicted yet hopeful for a renewed bond with her mother. As she stepped out onto the street, a smile played on her lips, thoughts of Aarav waiting for her at home filling her mind. "Main chalti hun, kal milungi aapse," she called back to Maya, who nodded solemnly.

"Thik hai, main intezar karungi tumhara," Maya replied softly, her gaze lingering on Khushi's retreating figure.

As Khushi stepped out of the gate, the warmth of Maya's embrace still lingering on her skin, her mind drifted to the hope of reconciliation. She took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the emotional storm that had just passed, but the relief she sought was short-lived. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing rigidly on the sidewalk, bathed in the harsh afternoon light.

Her smile faltered and quickly gave way to shock. Manvi was there, her eyes locked onto Khushi with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. Her face, usually so kind and understanding, was now contorted with hurt and fury. The air seemed to thicken with the weight of her anger.

"Dost, aap yahan?" Khushi asked, her voice tinged with surprise and unease. She hadn't expected Manvi to be here, especially not in a moment so vulnerable.

Manvi's approach was swift, her footsteps almost too quiet for the storm brewing behind her eyes. "Tum Maya ke saath kya kar rahi ho, Khushi?" she demanded, her voice trembling with disbelief and concern. "Sach jaanne ke baad bhi?"

The accusation hit Khushi like a slap, her heart pounding in her chest. She braced herself, trying to steady her thoughts, but the sting of Manvi's words was undeniable. "Dost," she began, her voice calm though her pulse raced, "main toh bas apni mumma se milne aayi thi." Her words were measured, an attempt to soften the rising tension, but she could feel the growing chasm between them.

Manvi's eyes darkened, her lips curling in frustration. "Apni mumma se milne?" she repeated, incredulous. "Sach jaanne ke baad bhi? Tumhe pata hai na, Maya ne kis tarah tumhare dadda ki zindagi barbaad ki thi?" Her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions, her frustration spilling over in a torrent of concern and pain.

Khushi flinched at the mention of her father, the memories of his suffering flashing before her eyes. But something in her had shifted. Her loyalty to Maya, the woman she had once despised, now felt like a shield she was unwilling to drop. "Dost, bas!" Khushi snapped, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Main Maya mumma ke khilaf ek shabd nahi sunungi!" Her words were laced with an edge of finality, her chest heaving as she defended a woman she barely knew anymore but still longed to protect.

Manvi stood frozen, her mouth agape as Khushi continued, her resolve hardening with every word. "Unhone jo kiya dadda ke saath, woh unka masla tha. Mujhe kabhi harm nahi kiya. She always loved me."

The conviction in Khushi's voice stunned Manvi. Silence hung between them, heavy and oppressive. The warmth of their friendship, built over years of shared laughter and tears, felt distant now, as though they were standing on opposite sides of an unbridgeable divide.

Without another word, Khushi turned sharply on her heel and walked away, her back straight, her heart pounding in her chest. The finality of her decision reverberated with each step she took, leaving Manvi standing there, rooted in place, her mind reeling from the confrontation. Khushi's retreating figure grew smaller in the distance, but the wedge between them loomed larger, a rift neither could ignore.

Inside the house, Maya stood at the window, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had watched the entire exchange unfold, each word fueling her twisted sense of victory. Khushi had defended her, despite everything. She had won her daughter back. A slow, triumphant smile curled across her lips as she turned away from the window, the shadows in the dim room swallowing her form.

Khushi, now farther down the street, felt her steps grow heavier. The weight of her decision hung over her like a thick cloud. She had stood by Maya, but at what cost? The hurt in Manvi's eyes, the anger in her voice—they lingered in her mind, gnawing at the edges of her conscience. Yet, her loyalty to Maya, the mother she had so desperately yearned for, felt unshakable, no matter the pain it caused.

As night enveloped the house, an oppressive stillness settled in. Manvi sat on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling, her mind replaying the events of the evening. Every word Khushi had spoken, every ounce of bitterness, felt like a dagger lodged in her heart. The warm, sisterly bond they once shared had been replaced by an icy distance, a gap that Maya had widened with deliberate intent.

The memory of Khushi referring to her as "Dost" still echoed in her mind, a formal and cold replacement for the affectionate "Mumma" she once used. The word stung, hollow and impersonal. How had it come to this? How had Maya's influence grown so strong that it overshadowed years of love and trust?

As Manvi stared out the window, the moonlight casting long shadows across her room, she couldn't help but trace back the signs. The bouquet sent to Aarav, wrapped in outdated ribbons, had been the first clue—a strange reminder of his past, delivered at a moment meant to celebrate his future. Then, at the restaurant, the subtle cues that triggered old memories in Aarav's heart, resurfacing emotions he had buried long ago. And the final piece: the cryptic message on the handkerchief, "Aarav belongs to Maya only," as if Maya's presence loomed over every aspect of their lives.

Each moment was a calculated strike, designed to unearth old wounds and sow doubt. Maya's methods were subtle but devastating, manipulating both Khushi's emotions and Aarav's sense of guilt. It was as if she had woven herself into their lives, poisoning their bonds from within.

Manvi closed her eyes, her hands gripping the bedsheets as tears streamed silently down her cheeks. The ache of betrayal throbbed in her chest. She had tried so hard to bring Khushi and Aarav together, to heal their fractured relationship. And now, Maya had not only come back but had managed to twist Khushi's heart away from her, planting seeds of division and distrust.

Manvi moved toward Khushi, who had been speaking to Maya over the phone. "Haan Maa, main aaungi kal aapse milne, Dadda ko pata nahi chalega," Khushi said with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The gleam in Khushi's eyes, usually so warm and familiar, now carried a note of secrecy and defiance that made Manvi's heart sink.

As Manvi approached, her steps were slow and hesitant, weighed down by the dread of the confrontation she knew was inevitable. She gently placed a hand on Khushi's shoulder and turned her around. Khushi, startled, removed the phone from her ear and glanced at Manvi, her expression shifting from surprise to irritation.

Manvi's footsteps faltered as she neared. Her heart, heavy with dread, made each step feel burdensome. She extended a hesitant hand to rest gently on Khushi's shoulder, turning her around with delicate force. Khushi, startled, jerked the phone away from her ear. Her face flashed with surprise, quickly darkening into irritation.

"Dost! Aap yahan kya kar rahi ho? Bina knock kiye kyun aaye mere room mein?" Khushi's voice was sharp, cutting through the air. The word "dost," once used affectionately, now sounded distant and formal, the coldness in her eyes like a slap that left Manvi reeling.

Swallowing her hurt, Manvi took a deep breath, feeling her chest tighten with frustration and sorrow. "Khushi, what's wrong with you? Tum sab janti ho kis tarah saalon tumhari maa ne Aaravji ko hurt kiya hai. Unhe itni khator punishments di chahe unki galti ho bhi ya nahi," she implored, her voice soft but thick with desperation..

Khushi's gaze hardened, her arms folding defensively across her chest. "Dost, please! Aap kyun past ki baat kar rahi ho? Maine Dadda ke saath nayi shuruwat ki thi aapke kehne par, usi tarah main Maa ke saath kar rahi hun. Aap meri life mein itna interfere mat karo! Apni shaadi pe dhyan do," Khushi spat, her words laced with venom that pierced through Manvi's heart like barbs.

Manvi felt a lump rise in her throat as she absorbed the sting of Khushi's rejection. This wasn't the same Khushi who once sought her counsel with warmth and affection. Tears pricked at Manvi's eyes, her vision blurring with unshed grief. "Aaravji ko pata chalega toh janti ho kitni takleef hogi unhe?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

For a brief moment, Khushi's stony expression wavered, but she quickly masked it with indifference. "Dadda ko hurt na ho isliye main unhe kuch nahi bata rahi hun. Aap bhi chup chap apni shaadi ka jashan manayiye aur mere Dadda ko khush kariye," Khushi declared coldly, turning away toward the window. She raised the phone back to her ear, dismissing Manvi's presence as though she were an insignificant disturbance.

Maya, on the other end of the line, had been silently savoring every word. Her lips curled into a triumphant smile as she listened. Her plan to drive a wedge between Manvi and Khushi was progressing flawlessly, and she relished the chaos she had sown.

"Khushi kya kah rahi thi tumhare dadda ki hone waali biwi?" Maya's voice slithered through the receiver, loaded with satisfaction.

"Maa, kuch nahi... dost apna lecturer de rahi thi mujhe. Teacher jo hai, aadat hai unki," Khushi replied dismissively, her voice carrying a harsh indifference that cut through Manvi like a knife.

Manvi stood there for a moment, feeling a crushing weight of defeat and sorrow. Khushi's words and behavior were a clear sign of Maya's manipulative influence. Tears streamed down Manvi's face as she turned and left the room, each step feeling heavier than the last. She entered her own room and collapsed onto the bed, her mind replaying the painful interaction. The sting of betrayal and the realization of how deeply Maya had infiltrated their lives left her feeling more alone than ever.

Manvi recalled Khushi's behavior, her heart aching with the memory of it. Khushi used to call her "Mumma," a term filled with love and affection, but today she had coldly referred to her as "Dost." The shift in their relationship, the loss of that intimate bond, shattered Manvi to the core. It felt as though a chasm had opened between them, filled with the echoes of Maya's manipulative influence.

Lost in her thoughts, Manvi felt her phone buzz. She absentmindedly picked it up and read the text that had just come in. Her frown softened and then disappeared altogether, replaced by a gentle smile. The message read, "Bahut miss kar raha hun tumhe! 24 ghanto se dekha nahi hai tumhe. Terrace pe aao."

A comforting warmth spread through her chest at the thought of him. Despite the emotional storm that had been raging within her after Khushi's outburst, Aarav's love grounded her. His longing for her felt like a soft, steady anchor amidst the turbulence, reminding her that in the chaos of life, she still had him—her beacon of love and stability.

Manvi quickly typed back, "Nahi! Rules hai."

Aarav's reply came instantly, his frustration clear. "Manvi, rules are meant to be broken. Tum agar nahi aayi toh main room mein aa jaunga aur phir Sharda Kaki ko tum jawab dena."

Manvi sighed deeply, already knowing Aarav wouldn't take no for an answer. Resigned, she typed back, "Thik hai, aa rahi hun."

Manvi took a deep breath, wiping away the last of her tears, and stood up. She glanced at herself in the mirror, trying to compose herself before heading to the terrace. Her eyes were still red from crying, but there was a newfound determination in them. She needed this moment of solace with Aarav, a reprieve from the emotional storm she had been weathering.

Stepping out of her room, she noticed the household buzzing with the preparations for the upcoming wedding events. Amid the flurry of activity, she quietly slipped upstairs to the terrace. The cool night air greeted her, carrying with it the soft whisper of the wind. The sky above was a canvas of stars, twinkling like distant, patient watchers of her tumultuous life. The breeze against her skin felt calming, its cool touch a balm for her strained emotions.

But as she scanned the terrace, Aarav was nowhere to be seen. Her brows knitted together in mild frustration. "Aaravji?" she called out softly into the night.

There was no reply. She sighed, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Mujhe bulake khud gayab hai," she muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around her waist, and the warmth of his breath grazed her neck. "Yahi hun main tumhare paas," Aarav's voice was soft, his presence instantly soothing.

A smile crept onto Manvi's face as she leaned back into his embrace. "Aaravji, koi aa jayega," she whispered, her tone carrying a note of worry despite the comfort of his arms.

"Koi nahi aayega, maine darwaza band kar diya hai," Aarav teased, his voice light with mischief.

Manvi turned around in his embrace, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and mock reproach. "Aaravji, aap pagal hai, pata hai aapko?" she teased, trying to sound stern but failing as her smile widened.

Aarav grinned, his eyes twinkling with playfulness. "Pehle nahi tha, tumse milne ke baad ho gaya hun," he quipped, the words escaping his lips with ease.

Manvi opened her mouth in exaggerated shock. "Haww! Maine aisa kya kiya?" she asked, playing along with his banter.

"Mera dil churaya... mera sukh chain sab chura liya," Aarav responded with a cute pout, his playful tone making her heart flutter.

She couldn't help but laugh softly at his antics. Aarav had always been able to make her smile, even in the darkest of times. He took her hand in his, his playful demeanor softening as his gaze met hers, filled with gratitude and tenderness. "Tumne mujhe phirse pyaar pe vishwaas karna seekhaya, meri beti ka mujhse zyada khayal rakha, aur mujhe mere ateet ke dard se hamesha door rakha," he said, his voice sincere and heartfelt.

Manvi's heart ached with regret. She had been hiding the truth from him about Maya's return and her manipulative influence over Khushi. The happiness in Aarav's eyes was something she cherished and didn't want to tarnish with the painful truth. She couldn't bear the thought of him suffering again, of him experiencing panic attacks and feeling hopeless because of Maya.

She tried to push her worries aside for the moment, focusing on the man in front of her who loved her so deeply. "Aaravji," she began, her voice soft but serious, "hum hamesha ek dusre ke saath rahenge, chahe kuch bhi ho."

Aarav pulled her closer, nodding as he held her gaze. "Hamesha, Manvi. Tum meri sab kuch ho," he murmured, his voice steady and full of love.

Manvi leaned into him, allowing herself to find solace in his embrace. For now, in this moment, she would hold onto the love and warmth they shared, gathering strength for the battles ahead. The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, casting a gentle glow on the couple as they stood together, united in their love and determination to face whatever challenges life threw at them.

♥️♥️♥️ 9 years of ArMan ♥️♥️♥️ the roller coaster ride it had been for me. From loving them to dissolving the characters at certain point of life. Feeling to just write to feeling of quiting everything, feeling loved to feeling doormat. Everything was witnessed. ❤️❤️ A big thank you armanshi_16 for keeping us alive. Without Khushi we are incomplete. ❤️❤️ As I said it earlier, not for myself or someone else but for you I will always write ArManShi ♥️ my consistent from 4 years. 🥹🥹 Thank you for always encouraging, telling me how strong I am and giving me the confidence when I feel I am again drowning.

RuVineetNever forgot the first people associated with them were RuVi in many ways. So emotional connection always will remain no matter how much I keep distance. Thanks for the stories all you have written. ❤️

❤️ ahana-virat Dida ♥️♥️ even in our distance ArMan Vihana were there. 🥹🥹 😒😒 Thoda time hafte Mein ek din mere liye nikal liya karo warna block maar dungi 😒 phirse mereko grant mein lene lage ho 🤦🤦🤦🤦 kab sudhregi Yeh... ❤️❤️Ahana And Manvi is still the best combo 🤭🤭 readers demand more of us and Aarav Ahana. 🤭🤭 🤦Thoda time hamare liye nikal lo maate.. 🥹🥹🥹

Navkiran_Shergill ♥️ thank you for giving Arman lovely siblings. Viren and Manvi are forever my best siblings. 🤭🤭🤭

❤️❤️ Also Aniket and Nitya were associated with them. ♥️ My brothers surrogate is still trending.

♥️♥️ And thank you lovely readers for your support. ❤️ Love beyond world and Ajeeb dastan hai Yeh are stories with 200k views. It's a big achievement, when characters are not of any popular fiction shows but just my imagination. 🥰🥰🥰 Big hug for this!!!

To everyone who loved us at a point! Thank you... ❤️

❤️❤️❤️ Lots of love and thank you again for all the love to my stories.