Jai Shree Krishna
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Chapter 5

With a firm resolve, Samriddhi set the photograph aside, knowing that it held a story that needed to be understood and addressed.

Samriddhi's mind raced as she sat behind the wheel of her car, her determination guiding her towards Rudra Pratap Singh's office. She knew that Rudra, her husband's best friend, held the key to unlocking the truth behind Vihaan's past and his connection to Aysha. With a heavy heart and a multitude of questions, she accelerated down the familiar streets, the weight of uncertainty urging her forward.

Arriving at Rudra's office, Samriddhi took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She knew that this conversation held the potential to alter her perception of the world she had known, but she needed answers—answers that only Rudra could provide.

Entering the elegantly designed reception area, she was greeted by a friendly face. "Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I assist you today?" the receptionist inquired with a warm smile.

Samriddhi returned the smile, trying to conceal the storm of emotions within her. "I'm here to see Mr. Rudra Pratap Singh. I have already informed him about my arrival."

The receptionist checked her schedule and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Mr. Singh is expecting you. Please proceed to his office on the 12th floor."

Thanking the receptionist, Samriddhi made her way to the elevator. As the doors closed, she took a moment to gather her thoughts, preparing herself for the truths that awaited her on the other side.

Stepping out onto the 12th floor, Samriddhi walked down the sleek corridor, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Finally reaching Rudra's office, she hesitated for a brief moment before knocking on the door.

"Come in," a voice called from within.

Samriddhi entered, her eyes meeting Rudra's, who was seated behind a large desk, engrossed in his work. As he looked up and saw Samriddhi, a flicker of surprise registered on his face.

"Samriddhi, what brings you here?" Rudra asked, concern evident in his voice.

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "Rudra bhaiya, I need to talk to you. It's about Vihaan ji."

Rudra's brow furrowed, sensing the urgency in her words. "Of course, Samriddhi. Please, have a seat. What's on your mind?"

Taking a seat, Samriddhi gathered her thoughts, finding the strength to ask the question that weighed heavily on her heart. "Rudra bhaiya, I discovered some photographs... They showed Vihaan with Aysha Hira, Mr. Mehra's ex-wife. I need to know the truth, bhaiya. What was their relationship? Please, I need your honesty."

Rudra's expression softened as he regarded Samriddhi with empathy. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "Samriddhi, I understand your concerns, and I commend your courage to seek the truth. Vihaan and Aysha did have a connection in the past, but it was before you came into Vihaan's life. Their relationship ended long ago, and Vihaan chose you, he chose a life with you."

Samriddhi furiously shook her head. “I want to know it all, what was their relationship like?”

Rudra's voice wavered as he continued, his words weighing heavy in the air. "Samriddhi, I... I have to tell you the complete truth. Vihaan and Aysha were in a live-in relationship nine years ago.”

Samriddhi's heart sank, her mind reeling from the revelation. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to comprehend the implications of this new information. "Why did they break up, Rudra bhaiya? Please, tell me."

Rudra's gaze dropped to the floor momentarily, his voice barely a whisper. "Aysha... she became pregnant, Samriddhi. And without informing Vihaan, she made the decision to abort the baby. And their relationship broke with that."

The room fell into a heavy silence, punctuated only by Samriddhi's anguished sobs. The weight of the revelation bore down on her, the pain and betrayal cutting deep into her soul. She couldn't fathom the emotions swirling within her—grief for the lost child, anger at the secrecy.

Through tear-filled eyes, Samriddhi looked up at Rudra, her voice trembling with anguish. "Why didn't Vihaan ji tell me? Why did he keep this from me all these years?"

Rudra's expression was filled with empathy as he reached out to comfort her. "Samriddhi, I believe Vihaan wanted to protect you from the pain of his past. He carried the burden alone, believing that it was his cross to bear. But please remember, he chose you, he loves you deeply, and he wanted to build a future with you."

Samriddhi's emotions overwhelmed her, a mixture of anger, sadness, and betrayal coursing through her veins. She couldn't bear to hear any more painful truths, not in that moment. As tears continued to stream down her face, she hastily wiped them away, her mind clouded with a whirlwind of thoughts.

Without another word, Samriddhi stood up abruptly from her seat, her heart heavy with anguish. She couldn't bear to stay in Rudra's office any longer, her pain too raw and consuming. Her footsteps echoed in the corridor as she ran towards the exit, desperate to find solace in the privacy of her own space.

The world around her seemed to blur as she burst out of the building, gasping for breath. Her mind was a battlefield of emotions, her heart torn between love and devastation. The weight of the revelations threatened to crush her spirit, and in that moment, she needed space to process, to collect her shattered thoughts.

Samriddhi hurriedly made her way to her car, her hands trembling as she fumbled for the keys. The engine roared to life, and she sped away, her tears mingling with the raindrops that splattered against the windshield.

In the solitude of her car, Samriddhi allowed her emotions to flow freely. She unleashed her anger, her sorrow, and her confusion, screaming at the injustice of it all. Each passing mile took her further away from Rudra's office, but the pain remained tightly wound within her.

Samriddhi parked her car in front of a serene temple, seeking solace and guidance in the presence of Shree Krishna. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at the divine idol, her heart heavy with pain and confusion. She poured out her emotions, her sobs echoing through the quiet temple, as she questioned her own fate and the challenges that had befallen her.

Meanwhile, Rudra, burdened by the weight of his revelations, knew he had to act swiftly. Understanding the urgency of the situation, he immediately reached for his phone and dialled Vihaan's number. After a few rings, Vihaan answered, his voice filled with concern.

"Rudra, what's wrong? Why do you sound so urgent?" Vihaan asked, his worry evident in his tone.

Rudra took a deep breath, his words rushed but filled with sincerity. "Vihaan, it's Samriddhi. She came to my office today, and she found some pictures... Pictures of you with Aysha. It has left her devastated, Vihaan. She ran out of here in tears."

Vihaan's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Fear and regret coursed through his veins as he realised the pain he had inadvertently caused his beloved wife. "Oh no, Rudra. How could this happen? I never wanted her to find out like this. I need to find her. I need to explain."

Rudra's voice softened with understanding. "Vihaan, you need to go to her. She's hurting, and she needs you more than ever. Don't let her face this alone. Help her understand, Vihaan. Help her heal."

Vihaan's determination surged as he responded, a mix of guilt and love evident in his voice. “I'm going to find her, and I'll make things right.”

With a quick goodbye, Vihaan hung up the phone, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions. He knew that he had to confront the consequences of his past, to face the woman he cherished and offer her the explanations and reassurances she needed.

Meanwhile, Samriddhi remained seated in the temple, her tears still flowing freely. She closed her eyes, seeking guidance from the divine presence before her.

Vihaan's heart raced as he tirelessly searched the city for any trace of Samriddhi. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, his worry intensifying with each unanswered call. He dialled her number repeatedly, desperation creeping into his voice, only to be met with the disheartening sound of her phone being switched off.

Fear gripped Vihaan's heart as he imagined the worst-case scenarios. Thoughts of Samriddhi's safety consumed his mind, his love for her fueling his determination to find her. He drove through the streets, his eyes scanning every corner, every face, hoping for a glimpse of his beloved wife.

His heart dropped with each passing moment of uncertainty. The realization of the pain he had caused her weighed heavily on him, amplifying his concerns. His love for Samriddhi had always been unwavering, and the thought of her being in distress tore at his soul.

Vihaan's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. He couldn't bear the thought of Samriddhi feeling alone and abandoned in her anguish. With every passing moment, his determination grew stronger, driving him to leave no stone unturned in his quest to find her.

Finally, a glimmer of hope emerged as a friend informed Vihaan about a familiar car parked near a secluded spot by the river. His heart leaped with anticipation as he sped towards the location, praying that it was indeed Samriddhi.

As he arrived at the spot, his eyes scanned the surroundings until they fell upon the familiar silhouette of his wife sitting near the riverbank. Relief flooded through him, tears welling up in his eyes as he approached her cautiously.

"Samriddhi," he called out, his voice laced with a mixture of worry and love.

Samriddhi turned towards him, her eyes red from crying, but a flicker of recognition sparked in her gaze. A torrent of emotions swirled between them—pain, confusion, anger, and love—all entangled in the fragile threads of their relationship.

Vihaan slowly walked towards her, his heart yearning for reconciliation. "I'm here, Samriddhi. I'm here to explain. Please, let us face this together. I love you more than words can express, and I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused. Maaf kar do mujhe Samriddhi, please."

Anger surged through Samriddhi's veins, her eyes blazing with a mixture of hurt and frustration. As Vihaan stood before her, she couldn't contain the storm of emotions that threatened to consume her. With a trembling hand, she grabbed hold of his collar, her grip firm and unwavering.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me before?" she demanded, her voice laced with accusation and pain. "Why did you keep this from me, Vihaan ji?"
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Okay , so this is where I need you way my way forward with this story. What would a person generally do in Samriddhi's shoes?

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