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''Ho jaaye jahaan tu jaye paaye mujhe hi paaye, saaye yeh mere haan tujhme samaaye

Saiyaara main saiyaara

Saiyaara tu saiyaara

Sitaaron ke jahan mein milenge ab yaara''

Abhira and Armaan swayed to the soft music playing in the background, their dance like a gentle breeze in the beautifully decorated garden. Their laughter echoed under the morning sky as they twirled and spun around, lost in each other's eyes, rediscovering the love that had blossomed over the years.

As they danced, memories of their journey together flashed before their eyes - from the chaotic moments they first met, to the excitement of their first date, to the cute proposal Abhira made in a cafe, to their overexcitement during their engagement, to happiness in their marriage, to the tears of joy at the birth of their son, and to the countless challenges and triumphs they had faced as a team.

The garden, adorned with vibrant flowers and colorful backdrops, seemed to come alive with their celebration of love and companionship.

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As Vidya handed Ronit the dazzling ruby ring that he had picked out for Asmita, the room seemed to sparkle with excitement. Ronit's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he looked at Asmita, his partner in all the adventures life had thrown their way.

"Happy engagement, my would-be wife," Ronit whispered as he gently slipped the ring onto Asmita's finger. It glimmered against her skin, a symbol of their love and commitment. As Asmita took out a platinum ring adorned with a band of diamonds, she couldn't help but smile. With a delicate touch, she placed the ring on Ronit's finger, sealing their promise to each other.

The families of both Poddar and Raghuvanshi erupted in cheers and applause, filling the room with joy and love. It was a moment of pure happiness, a celebration of two souls coming together to embark on a new journey as one.

Ruhita, the ever-enthusiastic sister of Ronit, couldn't contain her excitement. "Time for a photoshoot!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with eagerness. 

"Our photos will be all over the media, capturing this beautiful moment for eternity." Ronit replied.

As they prepared for the photoshoot, Ronit shared his vision with Asmita. "As you are an architect, intricate designs hold a special place in your heart. I have chosen a pink lehenga with intricate threadwork for you. It will accentuate your elegance and grace," he said with a smile. "And as a lawyer, I will be sporting a classic suit, with every hair styled to perfection."

Asmita's eyes lit up with excitement as she imagined the stunning photos that awaited them. Together, they got ready, each detail carefully crafted to reflect their individual personalities and shared dreams. The camera captured their love, their laughter, and the promise of a lifetime together, frozen in time with a touch of creativity that made their engagement truly unforgettable.

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As the evening approached, and the moon hung high in the sky, Abhira and Armaan found themselves sitting on a bench, hand in hand, gazing at the beauty of the garden that matched the beauty of their enduring bond.

"This is so beautiful," Abhira whispered, her voice full of emotion.

Armaan smiled, his eyes reflecting the love and gratitude he felt for his partner. "Yes, it is. Just like our journey together."

And as the evening wore on, they sat there in peaceful silence, content in the knowledge that they had built something truly beautiful - a love that had weathered the test of time, blossoming into a garden of memories that would forever be cherished.

''We have come so far, Armaan. I pray that our son gets whatever he wants for himself.'' Abhira said softly.

''I want the same for him. I want him to live a carefree life, full of love and prosperity. We will always support him.'' Armaan replied.

''You see the time! Its already 7:30! Abhimaan will be waiting for us. We have to go to celebrate his birthday!''

''Lets go Abhira. I will call the driver.'' Armaan got up and called the driver, whose number was not reachable.

''Looks like there's no network here. Lets go towards the exit.'' Armaan said and Abhira followed him.

''Hello sir and mam'' A man greeted them while they were exiting the garden.

''Hello. Who are you?'' Armaan asked

''Actually sir, the previous driver had an emergency so I came to drop you home. You are Armaan Verma and Abhira Verma right? Your son- Abhimaan had booked the car right?''

''Yes, but let me just call him'' Armaan said and took out his phone but it was snatched by the man.

''Excuse me? Who are you? And what is this?'' Abhira questioned.

''YOUR DEATH'' The man said and pointed a revolver towards them.

''What the hell! Who are you?'' Armaan asked frantically.

''I am sorry sir and mam but I have to do this. Your wife was responsible for the condition my mother was in. And I will finish your wife. In fact both of you.'' The man said, his voice turning darker.

''Police?'' Armaan said and the man looked behind. In a second Armaan kicked the man and ran towards the car and locked it.

''Abhira lets go!'' He said and Abhira nodded paraying for their well being and their son's well being.

As the car pulled, they heard a gunshot.Armaan drove as fast as he could but some sharp piercing noise cutting the deafening silence.

''The tyre's punctured!'' Armaan exclaimed as he turned the steering wheel.

Before they could know, the car hit a massive rock and both of them fell forward, breaking the windshield.

They had come across a forest area. Abhira was wounded severely, her head was bleeding and so was Armaan. They were barely far from each other.

''Armaan..our son'' Abhira muttered and fresh tears fell from her eyes.

''A...bhi...raa..I don't want to leave him..alone...in this world..''

''Ar...maan...is this our e..end?''

''A...bhi...raaa, I love you, I will always love you...and Abhimaan...''

''Ar..maan..may the divine protect our son.''

''May the div..ine protect our son..'' Armaan repeated after Abhira.

''We...will..meet..again right?'' Abhira questioned

''Har janam....har jahaan..hum milenge....'' Armaan answered as he clasped his hand with hers tightly.

''MAY GOD...PROTECT OUR ABHIMAAN FROM THE DANGERS....'' They both uttered before their eyes closed forever.

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''Ready!'' Abhimaan came all dressed for the evening. He was in a black shirt and white trousers, his hair styled to perfection.

''Looking dapper!'' Raunak complimented and hugged him.

''I am just waiting for mumma and papa then we will go!'' Abhimaan said.

Raunak settled himself on the sofa and opened the tv.

''Hey! We will be going now.'' Abhimaan said.

''Just a little bit- actually wanted to check the status of the football match bro!'' Raunak exclaimed.

The television opened and showed the news channel set on default.

''ACCIDENT NEAR KANKAVLI FOREST AREA. TWO DEAD NEAR A FOREST. '' The reporter said.

''Kankavli?. Wait Raunak let me see,'' Abhimaan said, taking the remote.

The camera was zoomed in and the faces were seen. 

Raunak stood in horror seeing the faces. ''Ira aunty and Armaan uncle'' He muttered.

The remote fell from Abhimaan's hand and he stumbled backwards. ''No...no..no! THIS CANNOT HAPPEN! THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH!''. Abhimaan's heart raced as he tried to comprehend the shocking news flashing on the television screen. His mind couldn't process the words "dead". He felt a surge of emotions - disbelief, grief, and an overarching sense of dread.

Raunak's eyes were glued to the screen, his face drained of all color, as if the news had sucked the life out of him. The images of the serene Kankavli forest area juxtaposed with the tragedy that had unfolded there seemed surreal to both the friends.

"We have to go there, now!" Abhimaan's voice broke the eerie silence that enveloped the room. Without wasting a moment, they dashed towards the door, their minds clouded with questions and fears.

The journey seemed endless, each passing mile filled with unspoken worries and memories of good times spent with Armaan and Abhira. By the time they reached the desolate forest area, the police were already present.

Trepidation gnawed at their insides as they made their way through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of what had befallen their loved ones. And there, under the harsh glare of the lights, lay the lifeless bodies of Abhira and Armaan, their faces frozen in eternal slumber.

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Ronit felt uneasiness creeping inside his veins. He couldn't focus on his work, the unease growing stronger with each passing moment. His mind kept wandering to unknown worries, making his hands tremble as he tried to type on his keyboard.

"What is this feeling. I am feeling uneasy," Ronit muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled deep within him. He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the wooden floor as he walked over to the window, hoping the fresh air would clear his mind.

Meanwhile, Kaveri felt her heart rate quicken as a sudden sense of foreboding washed over her. She clutched her chest, the panic rising within her like a tidal wave.

"Madhav, I am not feeling good, I am feeling very uneasy. I don't know the reason but my heart is sinking all of a sudden" Kaveri called out to her son, her voice filled with worry.

Madhav, who was in the middle of reading a book, looked up in concern. "I am also not feeling good, Maa-sa. Let's go inside. Maybe it's because of the weather," he suggested, trying to sound reassuring despite the unease gnawing at his insides.

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Abhimaan's world shattered into a million pieces as he watched his parents lying motionless before him. The dark crimson of blood stained his mother's once vibrant yellow gown, contrasting sharply with the pallid hue of her lifeless face. His father lay nearby, his eyes closed in eternal sleep, their bodies a cruel reminder of the brutality of fate.

"Mum...maaa, you look good in a red saree," Abhimaan whispered, his voice trembling with grief. "You don't look good covered in blood." His heart clenched with anguish as he reached out to touch his mother's cold hand. The warmth that once emanated from her touch was now replaced by an icy chill that seeped into his soul. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he struggled to come to terms with the reality of his loss.

"Pa..paa, please wake up," he pleaded, turning to his father's still form. "Who will celebrate my birthday? Please wake up!" The silence that greeted him was deafening, broken only by the haunting echoes of his own words. The weight of despair pressed down on him, threatening to suffocate him as he grappled with the enormity of his loss.

"You two look good together, smiling happily," Abhimaan choked on his sobs. "Not like this - lifeless and pale and white. Papa, mumma, don't leave me please. Wake up!" Memories of happier times flooded his mind, of laughter and love shared in their cozy home. He remembered the sound of his mother's laughter and the comforting presence of his father by his side.

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ANOTHER UPDATE. A HEART WRENCHING ONE I KNOW. YOU WILL ALL HATE ME FOR RUINING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT BUT FATE IS CRUEL SOMETIMES.

Note- the previous chapter showed Ronit applying colors to Asmita- starting with yellow, blue, green and then finally red and it  had symbolism with Armaan and Abhira- Armaan wore a blue suit, Abhira wore a yellow gown, went to green garden- and then finally red- the BLOOD.

Ronit feeling uneasy shows a strong connection- with his bade- papa and badi-maa although he hasn't seen them but has felt them when he was in the womb during their duration in Poddar mansion.

AND FROM THIS PART ABHIMAAN'S JOURNEY WILL BEGIN-

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