Armaan's body crumpled to the ground, his knees buckling under the weight of his guilt and regret.

 He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs as he whispered, "It's all my fault... I did this to her... I broke her..."

As he wept, the sound of Abhira's footsteps faded into the distance, leaving behind an eerie silence.

 The mansion, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt empty and cold, a testament to the destruction caused by Armaan's secrets and lies.

Family stood frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on Armaan's broken form. 

They knew that he had made a terrible mistake, one that had shattered the trust and love that Abhira had once held for him.

Rohit's eyes widened in shock as Ruhi's fingers gripped his collar, her face twisted in a mixture of anger and pain. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"Ruhi, please... listen to me..." Rohit stammered, trying to pry Ruhi's fingers off his collar.

But Ruhi's grip only tightened, her eyes blazing with fury. "How could you, Rohit? How could you give away our child without even telling me? Did you ever stop to think about how I would feel?"

Ruhi's voice cracked, and she shook Rohit violently. "You knew how much I wanted that child, how much I loved him. And yet, you gave him away without even consulting me. What kind of father are you?"

Ruhi's words hung in the air like a challenge, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

 The weight of Rohit's deception was crushing her, and she couldn't bear the thought of living a lie for the rest of her life. 

"If today Abhir hadn't told us the truth, I wouldn't have known Daksh is my child my whole life," Ruhi repeated, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt.

 "What kind of father are you, Rohit? What kind of husband? You kept this secret from me for so long, and now... now I don't even know if I can ever forgive you." 

The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the people present. Rohit's face was ashen, his eyes downcast in shame.

 He knew he had made a terrible mistake, one that could potentially destroy his marriage and his relationship with his child and his wife.

But Ruhi's expression remained unyielding, her voice firm and resolute. "Stay away from me and my child, Mr. Poddar. You've lost the right to be a part of our lives. I don't want you near us, ever again."

Rohit's eyes snapped up to meet Ruhi's, a flash of pain and regret crossing his face. He took a step forward, his hands reaching out in a pleading gesture.

"Ruhi, please... don't say that. I know I made a mistake, but I love you and Daksh. I want to make it right, to be a part of my child's life..."

.................

Abhira's footsteps echoed through the desolate road, her heart shrouded in an impenetrable darkness. 

Tears streamed down her face as she wandered, lost in a labyrinth of painful memories. The weight of Armaan's betrayal crushed her, making every step feel like a Herculean task. 

As she walked, the world around her melted away, leaving only the agonizing reminders of her shattered past. 

The truck speeding towards her was just a distant hum, a mere whisper in the cacophony of her anguish.

 Abhira was oblivious to the danger hurtling towards her, her mind ensnared in the vicious cycle of grief, pain, and betrayal.

The revelation that her child had been stillborn, and that Armaan had kept the truth from her, had shattered her world.

Tears streamed down her face as she relived the memories of the past few days. She remembered the joy and excitement she had felt when she had first held Daksh in her arms, believing him to be her own child.

 She recalled the countless moments she had shared with him, the laughter, the tears, and the memories they had created together. 

But now, it all seemed like a lie. A cruel and heartless deception that had been perpetrated against her by the people she loved and trusted the most. 

Abhira's heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces, and she couldn't see a way out of the darkness that had engulfed her.

She remembered the day Daksh was born, and how Armaan had brought her the baby, tears of joy in his eyes. She had been so happy, so grateful to finally be a mother. But it had all been a lie.

Abhira felt a wave of grief wash over her as she thought about her own child, the one who had been born dead. 

She had never gotten to hold him, to see his face, to say goodbye. And now, she felt like she'd been robbed of that chance.

Just as the truck was about to hit her, a strong arm pulled her out of the way. Abhira felt herself being lifted off the ground, and then she fell unconscious in the stranger's arms.

The stranger looked down at Abhira's pale face, concern etched on his features. He gently laid her down on the side of the road, away from the traffic, and began to examine her.

 She was breathing normally, but she was unconscious. He checked her pulse, and it was weak but steady.

With a sigh, the stranger carefully lifted Abhira into his arms and began to walk. He had to find a way to get her to a hospital, or at least to a safe place where she could rest.

As he laid her down on the bed, Abhira stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before closing again.

The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as he heard Abhira whisper "BSP". 

He had no idea what it meant, but the way she said it, with such desperation and longing, made him feel like it was something important. 

He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, trying to comfort her. "Shh, you're safe now," he whispered back. "What's BSP? What does it mean?"

Abhira's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at the stranger with a mixture of confusion and fear. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she fell back onto the pillow.

The stranger quickly grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table and helped her take a sip. As she drank, he couldn't help but notice the look of desperation in her eyes. 

"papa kehte the 'nikke ji jab rona aaye toh ro lena chahiye!"

Abhira's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, her eyes empty and hollow, as if the tears had dried up, leaving behind a desolate landscape.

 Abhir's words hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the wisdom of their father.

Abhira's lips trembled, and she swallowed hard, trying to hold back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. 

But Abhir's words had struck a chord, and she felt the dam breaking, the tears welling up in her eyes like a stormy sea.

She turned to Abhir, her eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, "Papa kehte the... lekin papa nahi bata sakte ki itna dard kaise sahein?"

Abhir's eyes widened in surprise as Abhira hugged him and broke down in tears. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Shh, I'm here Abhira," he whispered softly, trying to comfort her.

As Abhira continued to cry, she began to speak in a broken, anguished voice. "Bhai, Abhir Bhai... I couldn't be the best mother for my child... I couldn't save him..."

Abhir's grip on Abhira tightened as he felt her body shudder with sobs. He held her close, trying to absorb some of her pain, as she spoke in a voice that was barely audible.

Abhir's eyes welled up with tears as he listened to Abhira's heartbreaking confession.

 He knew that she was blaming herself for something that wasn't her fault, but he also knew that she needed to let out her emotions, to release the burden that had been weighing her down. 

Abhir took a deep breath and spoke in a soft, gentle voice, "Abhira,... you are an amazing mother. You loved Daksh with all your heart. This is not your fault. You didn't fail anyone. You are not to blame."