Abhira's voice cracked as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a desperate, emotional rush. "I'm so sorry...for being born," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.

 "I'm sorry for coming into your life, for being a reminder of everything that went wrong." 

Her body shook with sobs as she spoke, her face contorted in a mix of pain and regret. "I wish I had never been born," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

 "I wish I could just disappear, and make everything okay again."

Abhira took a deep breath, her voice steady for a moment. "I'm tired of proving myself," she said, her words firm but laced with sadness.

 "I'm tired of trying to earn your love and acceptance. And now, I don't want to do it anymore."

She looked up, her eyes pleading. "If you guys don't want me in your life, I won't stay. I'll leave, and I'll make sure you never have to see me again."

The room fell silent, the only sound Abhira's ragged breathing. 

Her eyes searched the faces of those around her, hoping against hope that someone would speak up, that someone would tell her she was loved, she was wanted, she was enough.

 But the silence was deafening, and Abhira's heart shattered into a million pieces.

Abhir's gaze shifted from Abhira to Ruhi, his eyes searching for some kind of answer, some kind of reassurance. 

Ruhi's eyes met his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. 

Abhir's mind was a battlefield, with his brain and heart waging a fierce war.

 His brain, fueled by years of anger and resentment, told him that his mother had abandoned him, that she had chosen Abhira over him.

 It whispered cruel truths in his ear, reminding him that he was the forgotten child, the one who had been left behind.

But his heart, that stubborn, sentimental organ, refused to believe it.

 It remembered the stories about a mother who had loved him dearly, who had been forced to give him up due to circumstances beyond her control.

 His heart told him that his mother had loved him, that she had never forgotten him, that she had been searching for him all these years. 

As Abhir stood there, torn between his brain and his heart, he felt like he was being pulled in two different directions.

 He didn't know what to believe, or who to trust. All he knew was that he was hurting, and that he needed answers.

Abhir's heart was screaming at him, trying to break through the walls of anger and resentment that he had built up over the years.

 "She is your sister, Abhir, your blood!" it screamed, the words echoing through his mind like a mantra. 

As he looked at Abhira, he saw the tears streaming down her face, saw the pain and sadness etched on her features.

 And for a moment, his heart won out over his brain. He felt a pang of compassion, of love, for this woman who was his sister.

Abhir's eyes locked onto Abhira's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was thick with tension, with unspoken emotions.

Abhir's heart was screaming at him again, the words echoing through his mind like a desperate plea.

 "She also faced the same circumstances like you, Abhir!" it told him, as he watched Abhira walk away, her shoulders slumped in defeat. 

Something inside Abhir shifted, as he realized that his heart was telling him the truth. 

Abhira had faced the same pain, the same rejection, the same feelings of abandonment that he had. And yet, she had still managed to hold on to hope, to hold on to love. 

Abhir's eyes followed Abhira as she disappeared into the distance, and he felt a pang of regret, of sorrow. 

He realized that he had been so blinded by his own pain that he had failed to see the pain of others.

 He had failed to see the humanity in Abhira, to see that she was not just a sister, but a person who had been hurt just as deeply as he had.

Abhir's mind was reeling as he replayed Abhira's words in his head. "You and Ruhi can forgive each other, but not me, who wasn't even born when everything happened in the past?" The pain and sadness in her voice cut through him like a knife, making him feel guilty and ashamed. 

He thought about how he had judged Abhira, how he had assumed that she was responsible for his mother's actions. 

He realized now that he had been wrong, that Abhira was just as much a victim of circumstance as he was. 

Abhir's heart ached as he thought about the pain he had caused Abhira. He had rejected her, hurt her, and made her feel like she wasn't worthy of love or forgiveness. 

He knew he had to make it right, to find a way to heal the wounds of the past and start anew.

Abhir decided to give Abhira some space, to let her process her emotions and come to terms with the pain of the past.

 He thought to himself that he would leave her alone for the night, and then meet her again tomorrow, when they could both approach the situation with clearer minds and calmer hearts.

As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Abhira's fragile form, her shoulders slumped in defeat, her eyes brimming with tears.

 His heart went out to her, and he felt a pang of regret for the pain he had caused her.

But he steeled himself, knowing that he had to give her space, and that tomorrow would bring a new chance for them to start anew, to heal the wounds of the past, and to forge a new bond as siblings.

Abhir's heart sank as he stepped out of the car and onto the grounds of Poddar Mansion. 

He had been looking forward to seeing Abhira again, to apologizing and making amends for his behavior the day before.

He had thought that giving her some space would help her to calm down and reflect on their conversation, but now he wasn't so sure.

As he approached the entrance, he was met with a worried-looking Ruhi. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her face was pale with concern.

 "Abhir, I'm so glad you're here," she said, her voice low and anxious. "Abhira didn't come out of her room all day yesterday. She's been locked in there since your argument."

Abhir's gut twisted with anxiety as he processed Ruhi's words. He had never intended for things to escalate to this point.

"Have you tried talking to her?" Abhir asked Ruhi, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He could imagine Abhira holed up in her room, feeling alone and unloved. 

The thought sent a pang of guilt through his chest.

Ruhi shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "I've tried, Abhir. I've been knocking on her door and calling out to her, but she won't answer. She won't even open the door. I'm getting really worried, Abhir. I think we need to do something to help her."

Abhir's anxiety spiked as he listened to Ruhi's words. He knew that he had to do something to help Abhira, to make things right between them. 

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I'll go talk to her," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "I'll make sure she's okay."