Guys this part is most of the things that happened in Nk's POV as well as Nk's life. This may be a bit emotional.

Nk's POV

I can feel the weight of the secrets I've kept from Khushiji since the day she discovered her true parentage. The truth I'm holding back gnaws at me, but it's a piece of my past I can't bring myself to share just yet. Before I met Khushiji, I was on the brink of despair, drowning in a world where I felt completely unwanted. My parents never wanted me-they were clear about that, telling me from the time I was ten that I was nothing but a mistake they couldn't get rid of. At fifteen, they cut me off financially, and I learned early that the world was harsh and unforgiving. I took on part-time work, paying for my own schooling, and scraping together whatever I could to survive.

When I turned eighteen, they finally kicked me out. From that day on, I had to fend for myself. There were many nights I went to bed hungry, barely able to afford rent in a small room, let alone food. My parents lied to the rest of the family, claiming I was studying overseas, while I struggled to keep my head above water. Finally, I secured a job in a well-known company, but my coworkers and even my manager treated me as if I were beneath them. The insults were relentless, and though the salary was decent, the constant demeaning looks and words took a toll. Depression crept in, slowly but surely.

Then, Tej Uncle and Jhanvi Aunty appeared in my life like a lifeline. They offered me a job with double the pay, respect, and a purpose. I didn't understand why they would do this for me-until they revealed their true motive. They wanted me to look out for Khushiji and Payalji, staying with them to keep an eye on their well-being. At first, I was hesitant. But after hearing their story, I couldn't refuse. When I first saw Khushiji, I was captivated. She was my first love, and though I knew she could never be mine because of her love for Arnav, I stayed close, helping her and Payal whenever they needed it.

Life brought me another chance to heal when I met Lavanya, a kindred spirit who had suffered in ways not unlike mine. We worked in the same office and soon learned we were neighbors, too. When we met, she was at her lowest point, broken by family rejection and heartbreak. I offered her comfort, and we quickly became friends, sharing our stories. Ironically, we never realised we were both talking about Khushi and Arnav. In time, Lavanya asked me out, and I accepted, thinking it might be the beginning of something new.

The day Khushi married Arnav shattered me, even though no one knew of my heartbreak. I forced myself to smile and accept it, knowing that true love means wanting someone's happiness, even if it doesn't include you. When I found out their marriage was fake, my heart foolishly soared with hope, but it didn't last. Eventually, Khushi and Arnav remarried with all the traditions, and I had no choice but to let go completely. On their wedding day, I left without saying a word, heading back to Australia to start over.

But then Tej Uncle called, asking me to return and watch over Khushiji and Payalji once more. Reluctantly, I agreed, bringing Lavanya with me. I was upfront with her about my feelings for Khushiji, and though it was painful, Lavanya understood. She had endured heartbreak, too.

The first time I saw Khushiji faint, my heart nearly stopped. I cared for her like I always had, helping her, Payalji, and their families in any way I could. I rented us a modest house in Mumbai to accommodate everyone, working tirelessly to support them without asking for anything in return. Despite my insistence that I'd cover everything, Khushiji and Payalji found work, determined to contribute. Though they never knew, Tej Uncle and Jhanvi Aunty sent me funds to ensure Khushiji got the best medical care.

When Khushiji was seven months along, and Payalji six and a half, I did something I might always regret-I told Khushiji and Payalji's real parents where to find us. I did it not out of loyalty to Tej Uncle, but because I thought they deserved to know. No matter how deep my friendship with Khushi and Payal ran, no matter the love I felt, they were never truly mine. Yet my feelings for them-especially for Khushiji-were never feigned. I loved them both dearly, as friends, as family. And I'd never wish anything but happiness for them, even if it means keeping my own secrets buried.

Do you think that Nk is at fault?

Precap - Reason for marriage revealed