Abhira's world imploded as Armaan stood before her, the divorce papers clutched in his hand like a sword, already signed and ready to sever their bond.

 The betrayal cut so deep, it left her gasping for air, her heart shattering into a million pieces. 

Every fiber of her being screamed in agony as she felt the warmth of their love, the laughter, the memories, and the promises, all being brutally ripped apart. 

The pain was so excruciating, it paralyzed her, leaving her unable to move, to speak, or to breathe. 

The memory of her hard-won victory, sending her mother-in-law to jail for the hit-and-run case that had left her brother Abhir paralyzed, now felt like a hollow triumph. 

The sweetness of justice had turned bitter, tainted by the realization that it had come at a terrible cost.

Abhira had fought tirelessly for the truth, driven by her love for her brother and her determination to see justice served.

 She had poured her heart and soul into the battle, sacrificing her own happiness and well-being for the sake of her family.

But in the end, it was not enough. In the process of seeking justice, she had lost the one person who had brought her comfort, solace, and love after her mother's passing. 

Armaan, her husband, had abandoned her, leaving her feeling shattered, broken, and utterly alone. 

What was her fault? She had only sought justice for her beloved brother, Abhir, whose life had been brutally shattered by the reckless actions of her mother-in-law. 

The rockstar Abhir, whose music had once mesmerized the world, was now confined to a wheelchair, his career mercilessly cut short.

Abhira's heart still bled when she thought of her brother's shattered dreams, his lost potential, and his endless suffering. 

But in the end, her quest for justice had come at a terrible personal cost. She had lost the love of her life, Armaan, who had chosen to abandon her rather than stand by her side through the turmoil. 

The pain of that loss still felt like an open wound, refusing to heal.She had fought for justice, not just for Abhir, but for the truth, for accountability, and for the hope that no one else would have to endure the same agony.

And for whom had he abandoned her? His mother, the woman who had never respected their relationship, who had never wanted them to be together, who had cursed them and wished for their destruction. The same woman who had crushed Abhir's dreams and left him paralyzed.

 His mother, the woman who had abandoned him, her own son, just because Abhira couldn't bear him a child, a lifetime of blame and resentment heaped upon her shoulders. 

In that moment, Abhira felt an overwhelming longing for her mother's presence.

 She wished with all her heart that Mumma Akshara was beside her, to hold her, to comfort her, to wipe away her tears.

 She yearned for the warmth of her mother's embrace, the soothing sound of her voice, the reassuring touch of her hand.

She remembered the countless times her mother had been her rock, her confidante, her safe haven. 

She recalled the way her mother's arms had enveloped her, making her feel safe and protected.

 The way her mother's eyes had sparkled with love and adoration, making her feel like she was the only person in the world.

Abhira's eyes welled up with tears as she whispered, "Mumma..." The word hung in the air, a desperate plea for comfort, for guidance, for love. She felt like a lost child, searching for her mother's hand to hold, her mother's shoulder to cry on.

But there was only silence. Her mother was no longer there to hold her, to soothe her, to tell her everything would be alright.

 Abhira felt the weight of her grief bearing down on her, threatening to crush her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline in sight.

Abhir's eyes locked onto his sister's, and he felt a pang of helplessness wash over him. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, to wipe away her tears. But he was trapped in his own body, his legs paralyzed and unresponsive.

He tried to move, to shift his position, but it was no use. He was stuck, unable to do anything but watch as his sister's world fell apart. Abhir's heart ached with sorrow, his eyes welling up with tears of his own.

"Mumma..." Abhira whispered again, her voice cracking with emotion. Abhir felt a lump form in his throat as he watched his sister's desperate plea for comfort, for guidance, for love.

He wanted to tell her that he was there for her, that he would always be there to support her, to protect her. But the words got stuck in his throat, and all he could do was look at her, his eyes speaking volumes of his love and concern.

Abhira's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope as she crumpled the divorce papers in her hand. "Maine toh divorce paper pr sign hi nhi kiye hai! Humara rishta nhi toota hai!" she told herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

But before she could cling to that hope, Manish's words cut through the air, shattering her illusions. "Abhira, tune hi pehle sign kiya tha, tumhara rishta toot chuka hai!" he reminded her, his eyes filled with tears. 

Abhira's face fell, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She looked at the crumpled papers in her hand, the reality sinking in like a cold, hard stone.

"No...no...this can't be!" Abhira whispered, her voice shaking with despair. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight. Manish's words echoed in her mind, a harsh reminder that her marriage was truly over.

He looked at his granddaughter with tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

"Sab meri galti hai, sab meri galti hai!" Abhira repeated continuously, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch as she slapped herself again and again. Her hands struck her cheeks with a loud cracking sound, but she didn't flinch, didn't stop.

Tears streamed down her face as she blamed herself for every mistake, every misstep, every heartbreak. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of guilt and regret, unable to escape the crushing weight of her own self-loathing.

Manish rushed to her side, trying to grab her wrists and stop her from hurting herself. "Abhira, beta, roko! Yeh kya kar rahi ho?" he cried, his voice shaking with worry.

But Abhira shook him off, refusing to be comforted. She was convinced that she was to blame for everything, that she was the one who had destroyed her marriage, her family, and her own happiness.

Manish tried to reason with her, to tell her that she had done the right thing, that she had fought for what was just and fair. 

But Abhira wouldn't listen. She was too caught up in her own guilt and regret.As the storm of her emotions raged on, Abhira's slaps grew harder and more frantic.

 Manish finally managed to grab her wrists, holding her in a tight grip as she struggled to break free."Abhira, stop! You're hurting yourself!" he cried, his voice firm but desperate.

 But Abhira just shook her head, her eyes wild with grief. "I deserve it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I deserve to suffer." 

"Kahna ji ne mere aur Armaan ke rishte ki pariksha li thi... aur hum fail ho gaye," Abhira whispered, her voice cracking with despair. Manish held her closer, trying to absorb some of her pain.

Abhir's heart pained to see his sister like this. He felt a lump form in his throat as he watched Abhira's fragile form shake with sobs.

 For a moment, he saw their mother in her - the same vulnerable eyes, the same desperate longing for love and acceptance. 

"Maine toh sab sahi karna chaha tha... sab galat ho gaya. Sab galat ho gaya!" Abhira wailed, her voice cracking with despair. She finally pushed Manish a bit away, as if she couldn't bear the comfort of his presence.

And then, as if her legs had given way beneath her, Abhira collapsed onto her knees. She fell hard, her body trembling with sobs. Her hands curled into fists, pounding the floor in frustration and grief.

Manish rushed to her side, trying to lift her up, but Abhira resisted. She wanted to feel the pain, to wallow in her own misery. She felt like she deserved it, like she needed to be punished for her failures.

As she knelt there, Abhira felt like she was drowning in a sea of regret. She thought of all the what-ifs, all the maybes, all the chances she had missed. She thought of Armaan, of their lost love, of their shattered dreams.

And as the tears streamed down her face, Abhira felt like she was losing herself, like she was disappearing into the darkness of her own despair.