As a little celebration on completing 300 episodes 🙏🏼🥳
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The atmosphere in the sleek, modern conference room is one of quiet tension. Sunlight streams through the glass windows, casting shadows over the large mahogany table. Virat Singh Ahuja, the CEO of the company, sits at the head of the table, calm but alert, his sharp eyes fixed on the upcoming project presentation. Next to him, Amruta Chitnis, his capable and no-nonsense manager, flips through her notes, unaware of the silent tension stirring between the two brothers.

Abhiraj Girewal, Virat's younger brother and shareholder, leans back in his chair, his gaze lingering a little too long on Amruta. His smile is casual, but his eyes betray something more. He’s been trying to catch her attention throughout the meeting, though she remains entirely focused on the work at hand. Virat notices every subtle glance Abhiraj throws her way, though he keeps his face impassive, hiding the surge of irritation brewing inside him.

Virat: (glancing at Amruta) “The clients in Shimla have asked for a final meeting before we proceed. We'll need to fly out by Friday.”

Amruta: (nodding, jotting notes) “I’ve already arranged the meeting times and prepared the presentation. I’ll ensure all materials are ready for the flight.”

Abhiraj: (casually leaning forward, eyes locking on Amruta) “Sounds like a lot of work, Amruta. Maybe we could go over the presentation together before we head out? Just to make sure everything’s perfect.”

Virat’s jaw tightens slightly at his brother’s offer, though he remains composed. Amruta, oblivious to the underlying tension, looks at Abhiraj and smiles politely.

Amruta: “Thank you, but I’ve got it all under control. I’ll send you both a copy to review later today.”

Abhiraj frowns, trying to hide his disappointment, but then flashes a smile.

Abhiraj: (insisting) “Still, it wouldn’t hurt to go over it in person. You know, just to avoid any last-minute surprises.”

Virat clears his throat, cutting through the moment before Amruta can respond.

Virat: (firmly) “We can all go over it together before the flight. That should give us enough time to make any adjustments if necessary.”

Abhiraj shoots his brother a brief glance, sensing the unspoken tension but not backing down. He shrugs and leans back again, eyes still drifting towards Amruta.

Abhiraj: (grinning) “Of course. The more the merrier.”

Amruta, still unaware of the dynamics between the brothers, nods appreciatively.

Amruta: “I’ll ensure everything is finalized before we leave.”

There’s a brief pause, a silence that feels heavy to Virat as he watches Amruta. He loves her, though he’s never dared to show it. She’s dedicated, professional, and completely unaware of his feelings, much like she is with Abhiraj’s less subtle interest. Every time Abhiraj makes a move, Virat feels the urge to step in, to protect her from something she doesn’t even know exists. But his own restraint has become its own prison.

Virat: (changing the subject, his voice steady) “We’ll need to book accommodations for the trip as well. Amruta, can you handle that?”

Amruta: (nodding) “I’ll take care of it. I’ll book separate rooms for all of us and send the details by tomorrow.”

Abhiraj’s smile fades slightly at the mention of separate rooms. He had hoped for a more informal setting, something that would allow him to be closer to Amruta. Virat, sensing his brother’s disappointment, feels a strange satisfaction at keeping him at bay.

Abhiraj: (half-joking, though with intent) “I hope the place has good views. Shimla is beautiful this time of year.”

Virat: (bluntly) “We’re going for business, not a holiday.”

Abhiraj chuckles, though there’s a flicker of frustration in his eyes.

Abhiraj: “Right, of course. Business.”
Amruta looks between the two brothers, not quite understanding the underlying tension but dismissing it as she closes her notes.

Amruta: “I’ll email you both the agenda by the end of the day. If there’s nothing else, I’ll get started on finalizing the details.”

She gathers her things, still oblivious to the silent battle between the brothers. Abhiraj looks like he wants to say something, but Virat speaks first, his voice low but authoritative.

Virat: “Thank you, Amruta. We’ll discuss the finer points before the flight.”

Amruta nods, offering a brief, professional smile before she leaves the room. As soon as the door closes, the tension between the two brothers becomes palpable.

Abhiraj: (leaning forward, voice dropping) “You’re being a little territorial, don’t you think?”

Virat: (not looking at him, tone cool) “We’re going to Shimla for business, Abhiraj. I suggest you focus on that.”

Abhiraj smirks, leaning back once again, though his eyes darken with irritation. He knows Virat is watching him, knows his brother’s possessiveness comes from something deeper. But he doesn’t back down.

Abhiraj: “Business, of course. I wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

Virat meets his brother’s gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable, before standing and leaving the room without another word. Abhiraj watches him go, the silent war between them still very much unresolved.

As Virat walks down the hallway, he lets out a slow breath, his mind once again consumed by thoughts of Amruta—how to keep her close, how to keep her safe from both his brother’s advances and his own hidden desires.
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Amruta sits at her desk, the soft glow of her computer screen illuminating her focused face. Papers are neatly stacked beside her, and the hum of the office has quieted as most of her colleagues have left for the day. She types swiftly, finishing up the last few details for the Shimla meeting. Just then, her phone buzzes, and she sees her mother’s name flash on the screen. Smiling, she picks up the call, leaning back in her chair.

Amruta: (warmly) “Hi, Maa. How are you?”

Amruta’s Mother: (gentle, concerned) “I’m fine, beta. How are you? You sound tired. Are you eating properly?”

Amruta: (laughing softly) “I’m fine, Maa, really. Just finishing up some work.”

Amruta’s Mother: “That’s what worries me. You’re always working! Take it easy once in a while, Amruta. You’ve already achieved so much. Why don’t you take a break?”

Amruta: (smiling, shaking her head as she glances at her laptop) “I love working, Maa. You know that. And besides, I’m going to Shimla for a few days—work-related, of course. We’re meeting some clients there.”

Amruta’s Mother: (with concern) “Shimla? In the mountains? It’ll be cold there! Make sure you pack warm clothes. And please, take care of yourself. Don’t let that office consume all of your energy.”

Amruta glances at the papers on her desk, her heart warming at her mother’s concern.

Amruta: (gently) “I will, Maa. I promise. It’s just for a few days, and I’ll make sure I’m prepared. Don’t worry so much.”

Amruta’s Mother: “I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry. Just… don’t push yourself too hard. You’re all I have, beta. Your health is more important than any job.”

Amruta feels a pang of guilt at her mother’s words but quickly brushes it aside.

Amruta: “I know, Maa. I’ll be fine, I promise. You just take care of yourself. Have you been taking your medicines on time?”

Amruta’s Mother: (sighing) “Yes, yes, I have. You’ve become the mother now, haven’t you? But don’t think you can distract me. Just remember what I said. Take care of yourself first.”

Amruta: (softly) “I will, I promise. I’ll call you when I get to Shimla.”

Amruta’s Mother: “Good. And don’t forget—your health is the most important thing. Work will always be there.”

Amruta: (smiling, touched by her mother’s love) “I love you, Maa.”

Amruta’s Mother: “I love you too, beta. Be safe.

As the call ends, Amruta places her phone down, her mind lingering on her mother’s words for a moment. She looks at the clock and then at the pile of work still left to do. Taking a deep breath, she straightens in her chair, determined to finish everything before heading home.

Despite her mother’s concerns, Amruta knows that she thrives on the challenges her job brings. Still, a small part of her reminds her that maybe, just maybe, she could learn to slow down—if only for her mother’s sake.
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Amruta is seated at her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she types out emails. The office is quieter now, with most people gone for the day. Just as she finishes up a task, there’s a soft knock on her door. She looks up to see Abhiraj standing at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with his usual confident smile.

Amruta: (smiling politely) “Hey, Abhiraj. Everything okay?”

Abhiraj: (walking in, hands in his pockets, voice casual) “Yeah, all good. Thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing. You’ve been working non-stop.”

Amruta: (laughing lightly) “You know me, always something to finish up. What about you? Done for the day?”

Abhiraj: (grinning, sitting down across from her) “More or less. But you should take it easy. You’ll burn yourself out before we even get to Shimla.”

Amruta: (smiling, shrugging) “I enjoy the work. Keeps me busy.”

Abhiraj: “Still, you need to unwind. Speaking of Shimla, I was thinking—how about we extend the trip by a day or two? No meetings, no work. Just chill. We could check out some of the local spots, you know, relax a little.”

Amruta looks at him, surprised but amused. She shakes her head, her smile still warm but firm.

Amruta: (laughing softly) “That’s sweet, Abhiraj, but you know that’s not how I roll. I’m there for work, and besides, Virat sir would definitely not approve.”

Abhiraj leans forward slightly, his grin turning playful.

Abhiraj: “Come on, Amruta. Don’t worry about Virat. If he’s the issue, I’ll ask him to join us. That way, he won’t have any problem.”

Before Amruta can respond, the door to her cabin opens, and Virat walks in, his presence immediately shifting the energy in the room. He looks between them, his eyes briefly settling on Abhiraj before turning to Amruta.

Virat: (calmly, though there’s an edge to his voice) “What’s going on?”

Abhiraj’s grin widens as he leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the moment.

Abhiraj: “Perfect timing, bhai. I was just telling Amruta we should extend our trip in Shimla for a day, relax a little after the meetings. What do you say? You should join us too.”

There’s a brief flicker in Virat’s eyes, but he keeps his expression neutral. He glances at Amruta, noticing her slightly uncomfortable smile, and then looks back at Abhiraj. He’s well aware of his brother’s intentions, but he doesn’t want to make things awkward for Amruta.

Virat: (after a pause, calmly) “If that’s what you both want, I don’t see why not. We could use the time to discuss some things after the client meetings.”

Amruta, caught off guard by Virat’s easy agreement, looks between the two brothers. She gives a polite smile but quickly tries to redirect the conversation.

Amruta: “Actually, I don’t think we need to extend the trip. The meetings are intense, and I’d prefer to get back and finish up the project. But thank you for the offer.”

Abhiraj raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting her to turn him down so politely. He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as if amused by her dedication.

Abhiraj: “You’re all business, aren’t you, Amruta? Well, can’t say I didn’t try.”

Virat, still standing by the door, watches the exchange carefully. His jaw tightens slightly at his brother’s persistence, but he keeps his voice steady.

Virat: “If Amruta doesn’t want to extend the trip, we’ll stick to the original plan. No need to push it, Abhiraj.”

Abhiraj flashes his usual charming smile, but there’s a flicker of annoyance in his eyes as he stands up.

Abhiraj: (playfully) “Alright, alright, I get the hint. Back to business, then.”

He winks at Amruta before heading towards the door, giving Virat a brief nod.

Abhiraj: “See you both later.”

As Abhiraj leaves, the room falls quiet. Virat remains by the door for a moment before stepping closer to Amruta’s desk, his expression softening slightly.

Virat: (gently) “You handled that well. You didn’t have to agree if you weren’t comfortable.”

Amruta looks up at him, a small smile on her face.

Amruta: “It’s fine. He was just being friendly, but my priority is work. I wouldn’t want to mix things up.”

Virat nods, a slight tension leaving his shoulders as he hears her words. He knows she’s right, and more than ever, he’s grateful for her professionalism and clarity.

Virat: “I appreciate that, Amruta. We’ll keep things focused. Let me know if you need anything before the trip.”

Amruta: (smiling) “Will do, Virat sir.”

As Virat turns to leave, there’s a brief moment of unspoken understanding between them. His feelings for her remain hidden, but as he walks out of her cabin, he knows he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—from Abhiraj, from himself, from anything that threatens to disrupt the balance she’s built.
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Abhiraj walks into the sprawling living room of his family’s mansion, a scowl etched on his face. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the space, but his mood is darker than the room itself. He drops his jacket onto the sofa, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Just then, his mother, Kavita, steps into the room, her eyes immediately sensing her son’s irritation.

Kavita: (softly, but curious) “Abhiraj, what’s the matter? You look upset.”

Abhiraj sighs, pacing slightly before turning to face her.

Abhiraj: “It’s Amruta, Maa. I tried getting her to extend the trip to Shimla with me—thought I’d finally have some time alone with her. But she rejected the idea, said her priority is work.”

Kavita’s sharp eyes watch her son carefully, her lips tightening slightly. She walks closer, placing a hand on his arm.

Kavita: (calmly) “These things take time, beta. You can’t rush it. If you want Amruta, you need to play the long game. Start by becoming her close friend. Gain her trust, her confidence. Only then will she see you as more.”

Abhiraj pulls away slightly, shaking his head in frustration.

Abhiraj: “I’ve been trying, Maa! But every time I get close to her, Virat’s always there. It’s like he’s deliberately watching over her, making sure I don’t get too close. It’s like he’s protecting her or something.”

Kavita narrows her eyes, understanding the subtext in her son’s words. She folds her arms, thinking for a moment before speaking, her voice low and serious.

Kavita: “Do you think Virat has the same intentions as you? That he’s interested in her too?”

Abhiraj: (his voice darkening, his jaw clenching) “I don’t just think it—I know it. The way he hovers around her, how he intervenes whenever I try to spend time with her… it’s obvious. But if his intentions are the same as mine, then this time, I won’t let him win.”

Kavita steps closer, her face hardening slightly as she listens to the determination in her son’s voice. She knows the rivalry between the brothers runs deep, but she hadn’t expected Abhiraj to speak with such intensity.

Kavita: (cautiously) “Abhiraj, be careful. I understand you want Amruta, but Virat is your brother. Don’t let your competition with him blind you.”

Abhiraj’s eyes flash with determination, his voice growing more intense.

Abhiraj: “I don’t care, Maa. I’ve let Virat take too much from me already—whether it’s respect, attention, or now Amruta. But not this time. I will get her, by hook or by crook.”

Kavita’s expression darkens, concern flickering in her eyes. She knows how stubborn her son can be, and the intensity in his voice unsettles her.

Kavita: (soft but firm) “Abhiraj, don’t do anything reckless. If you truly want Amruta, you need to think carefully about your next steps. Be strategic, not impulsive. You can’t afford to lose control over this.”

Abhiraj: (nodding slowly, though the fire in his eyes remains) “I know, Maa. But I won’t let Virat stand in my way. This time, I’ll make sure Amruta is mine—whatever it takes.”
Kavita watches her son carefully, worry creeping into her expression. She knows that when Abhiraj sets his mind on something, he doesn’t back down. And the thought of a battle between her sons over a woman like Amruta fills her with unease.

As Abhiraj turns away, his mind already plotting his next move, Kavita wonders just how far her son is willing to go to win this dangerous game.
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Amruta unlocks the door to her cozy apartment, the soft click echoing in the quiet space. She sighs as she steps inside, tired but satisfied after a long day. The familiar warmth of her home relaxes her, and she makes her way to the kitchen. She doesn’t take much time—just enough to prepare something simple for dinner.

The smell of stir-fried vegetables fills the air as Amruta prepares her meal, her mind wandering. She sets the table for one and brings her plate over to the couch. The TV flickers on, casting a soft glow across the room as she flips through channels aimlessly. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, she eats in silence, a little lost in her thoughts.

Amruta: (to herself, quietly) “Maybe Maa is right. I do need to find more time for myself.”

She chews thoughtfully, her eyes drifting back and forth between the TV and her own thoughts. Work has consumed so much of her life lately, and while she thrives on it, she knows deep down that she’s been neglecting herself. Taking time for rest and fun seems like such a foreign idea to her.

As the noise from the TV blends into the background, Amruta’s eyelids grow heavy. She leans back, her half-finished plate on the table, and her mind starts to drift. Just before sleep takes over, her last conscious thought is a fleeting promise to herself.

Amruta: (sleepily) “Tomorrow… I’ll try to slow down…”

Before she can finish the thought, she dozes off, the soft sound of the TV lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
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At the Ahuja family mansion, the dinner table is lively with conversation. Virat sits at the head, surrounded by his family: his father, Dildar Ahuja, his mother Babita, his sister Nimrit ( Nimmi ), and Anjali, his younger cousin who lives with them and is like a sister.

Plates clink as they eat together, discussing everything from family news to the latest gossip. Virat is quiet, content to let the conversation flow around him, until Nimrit turns the spotlight on him.
Nimrit: (teasingly) “So, bhai, what’s this I hear about you going to Shimla? You, out of the office? Shocking!”

Virat looks up, a small smile playing on his lips as his family’s attention shifts to him.

Virat: “It’s a work trip. We’re meeting clients there.”

Anjali: (laughing) “Of course it’s for work! Is that all you think about, Virat bhai? You really need to loosen up.”

Dildar Ahuja: (gruffly, but with affection) “Your sisters are right, Virat. You’ve been working non-stop. Enjoy yourself for once.”

Babita: (softly, her eyes full of concern) “Beta, we all know how dedicated you are, but don’t forget to live your life. This trip is a chance to breathe a little, even if it’s for work.”

Virat listens to his family’s gentle teasing, though his mind is already drifting back to the trip—and to Amruta. He’s not one to indulge in personal matters, but her presence on the trip will make it hard to ignore the growing feelings he has for her.

Virat: (lightly) “I’ll try, Maa. But you know me—work comes first.”

Nimrit rolls her eyes dramatically.

Nimrit: “Yeah, yeah. Try to at least pretend you’re having fun. You might surprise yourself.”

Anjali: (grinning) “Maybe Shimla will do the trick. Who knows? You might come back a whole new man.”

Virat chuckles, shaking his head. His family’s warmth makes him feel lighter, though the underlying message is clear: they worry about him. They see how deeply he’s invested in his work and how little he allows himself to relax.

Dildar: “Listen to your mother, Virat. Life is more than work. You’ll regret it later if you don’t.”

There’s a pause as Virat absorbs his father’s words, but he doesn’t reply. His mind wanders again—to the upcoming trip, to his brother Abhiraj’s increasing interest in Amruta, and to his own hidden feelings.

Virat: (finally, smiling faintly) “I’ll keep that in mind, Papa.”

As the dinner continues, the family’s conversation shifts to lighter topics, but Virat remains quiet, his thoughts now consumed by more than just work.
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The cold, crisp air of Shimla fills the room with a refreshing chill as Amruta stands confidently in front of the clients, delivering her presentation with grace and precision. The large glass windows reveal the snow-capped peaks in the distance, but inside, the attention of the room is firmly fixed on her. Virat and Abhiraj sit at the table, watching her lead the presentation with ease. She moves through slides, answering questions with confidence and clarity.

Amruta: (with a calm smile) “And as you can see, this plan not only ensures growth but also focuses on sustainable practices that will align with your company’s vision.”

The clients, led by Mr. Juneja, a tall man with a calm demeanour, nod in approval. When Amruta finishes, there’s a brief silence, and then the room erupts into applause.

Mr. Juneja: (impressed, clapping) “Excellent work, Ms. Chitnis. Truly impressive. It’s clear you and your team have put a lot of thought into this.”

Amruta smiles modestly, stepping back as Virat nods approvingly. Abhiraj leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Amruta, though his mind is elsewhere.

Mr. Juneja: (rising from his seat, smiling warmly) “We’re convinced this is the right direction. I must say, I haven’t seen such a well-put-together presentation in a long time.”

Amruta feels a sense of relief wash over her, knowing the hard work has paid off. She glances at Virat, who gives her a subtle nod of approval.

Mr. Juneja: (continuing) “Now, before we wrap up for the day, I have a proposal of my own. We’re hosting a dinner and a party tonight at my estate. I would be honoured if the three of you could join us. It’s a chance to relax after today’s success and get to know each other better in a more casual setting.”

Amruta hesitates for a moment, glancing at Virat, unsure of how to respond. She knows how much she values keeping things professional, but this could also be a good opportunity to strengthen client relationships.

Virat: (nodding politely to Mr. Juneja) “We’d be happy to join, Mr. Juneja. It’s a wonderful way to conclude a successful day.”

Abhiraj, sensing the chance to spend more time with Amruta, smiles eagerly.

Abhiraj: (grinning) “Absolutely, we’re looking forward to it.”

Amruta smiles politely, though she’s not entirely sure how she feels about attending a party. She’s used to working hard and then retreating to her quiet space, but with Virat agreeing, she knows it’s expected of her.

Amruta: (calmly, with a soft smile) “It sounds lovely. Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Juneja.”

Mr. Juneja claps his hands together, clearly pleased.

Mr. Juneja: “Wonderful! We’ll have dinner, drinks, and maybe even a little dancing. I’ll send a car for you all at 8. See you then!”

The meeting wraps up, and as they prepare to leave, Virat gives Amruta an approving glance.

Virat: (quietly, as they gather their things) “You did great today, Amruta. The clients were impressed. This dinner will be important too, in a different way.”

Amruta nods, appreciating his support but slightly apprehensive about the evening ahead.

As they leave the client’s office, the cool mountain breeze hits their faces. Amruta walks beside Virat, and Abhiraj follows closely behind, already imagining the opportunities the evening might bring.
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The cozy warmth of the hotel lounge contrasts with the cold evening air outside. Abhiraj sits on a plush chair, glancing at his watch impatiently. He’s dressed sharply in a dark suit, but his mind is elsewhere—anticipating Amruta’s arrival. His thoughts drift as he imagines how stunning she’ll look, hoping this evening will give him more time alone with her.

Just as he starts to lose himself in his thoughts, he hears the soft click of heels against the marble floor. He looks up—and freezes.

Amruta walks in, dressed in a sleek, navy blue full-sleeved dress, short but elegant, with a daring slit on one side that subtly reveals her long legs. The dress hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating her beauty and making her look both sophisticated and effortlessly sexy. Her hair falls in soft waves, and her makeup is understated but flawless. She looks like a vision.

Abhiraj: (staring, mesmerized) “Wow…”

His eyes trace her every step, lingering over her body as she walks towards him. He can’t help but openly stare, his gaze lingering on the slit of her dress. The sight of her takes his breath away, and he forgets himself for a moment, completely lost in her beauty.

Amruta notices his gaze and feels slightly uncomfortable but maintains her composure. She walks up to him, giving him a polite smile, and snaps him out of his trance.

Amruta: (raising an eyebrow, with a slight teasing tone) “Abhiraj ?“

Abhiraj quickly blinks, shaking himself out of his daze, but the grin on his face doesn’t fade.

Abhiraj: (grinning, trying to sound casual) “You… You look amazing, Amruta.”

Amruta gives him a polite smile, trying to brush off the intensity of his stare.

Amruta: “Thanks. We should get going soon.”

Just as she says this, Virat steps into the lounge. He’s dressed in a classic black suit, looking effortlessly handsome, but the moment his eyes land on Amruta, he freezes mid-step. His breath catches in his throat, and for a second, the world around him seems to slow down. He can’t take his eyes off her—she looks stunning, and the sight of her in that dress makes his heart skip a beat.

But Virat quickly composes himself, aware that this isn’t the time or place to let his emotions show. He steps closer to them, his face neutral, though his eyes betray a momentary flicker of admiration.

Virat: (a little breathless, but controlled) “You… You look beautiful, Amruta.”

Amruta notices the brief hesitation in his voice and smiles warmly.

Amruta: (softly) “Thank you, Virat sir. Shall we?”

Her words bring Virat out of his thoughts, and he nods, shaking off the momentary daze. But as he glances over at Abhiraj, he notices his brother’s eyes fixed on Amruta’s body again—lingering far too long. A flicker of irritation flashes through Virat, but he quickly pushes it aside. He doesn’t want to cause any tension in front of Amruta, especially not tonight.

Virat: (calmly, but with a subtle edge) “Let’s head out. We don’t want to keep Mr. Juneja waiting.”

Amruta walks ahead, and both brothers follow, though Virat can’t help but keep an eye on Abhiraj. His protective instincts stir, but he remains composed, determined not to let things get complicated—at least not tonight.

As they head out into the chilly Shimla evening, the tension between the two brothers lingers just beneath the surface, unnoticed by Amruta, who remains focused on the evening ahead.
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The crisp Shimla air fills the night as the sleek black car waits outside the hotel to take them to Mr. Juneja’s party. The cold breeze rustles through the trees, but inside the car, the atmosphere is thick with tension, even if unspoken.

As they approach the car, Abhiraj quickly steps ahead, determined to sit in the back seat next to Amruta. His plan is simple: get closer to her, engage her in conversation, and seize the opportunity to make her see him differently tonight. However, just as he opens the back door and motions for Amruta to join him, Virat silently moves in, sliding into the back seat beside his brother, failing Abhiraj’s plan with calm precision.

Amruta, noticing the seating arrangement, decides to sit in the front seat without any fuss, unaware of the silent power play unfolding behind her. She pulls the door shut, her thoughts focused on the evening ahead, while Abhiraj’s mood quickly darkens.

Abhiraj: (forcing a smile, trying to hide his frustration) “So, Amruta, are you excited about tonight? It should be a good time, right?”

Amruta turns slightly in her seat, smiling politely.

Amruta: “Yeah, it’ll be nice to relax after a long day. But I’m mainly looking forward to how the rest of the project goes.”

Her response is calm and professional, much to Abhiraj’s annoyance. He was hoping for a more personal conversation, but before he can steer it that way, Virat jumps in.

Virat: (his tone casual, but firm) “The project is definitely moving in the right direction. Tonight, will help solidify our relationships with the clients.”

Abhiraj clenches his jaw, irritation bubbling beneath his controlled expression. Once again, Virat intervenes, cutting off his chance to steer the conversation. The annoyance grows, and he shoots a quick glance at his brother, who is now fully engaged in conversation with Amruta, shutting him out of it completely.

Amruta, blissfully unaware of the tension, nods in agreement with Virat, her mind already focused on the work. She turns back to look out the window, leaving Abhiraj even more frustrated.

Abhiraj’s mind starts racing, the forced smile on his face faltering as he watches Virat once again take the lead, keeping the distance between him and Amruta. His grip on his knee tightens as anger and jealousy swirl inside him. The car ride feels endless, and with each passing moment, the calm façade he’s maintaining cracks ever so slightly.

Abhiraj: (thinking to himself, darkly) “That’s it. I’ve had enough of this.”

He steals a glance at Amruta’s figure in the front seat, her beauty captivating him even more in the low light of the car. The simmering frustration in his chest turns into something more sinister.

Abhiraj: (inwardly, smirking) “Tonight, I’ll make her mine. By any means necessary.”

He leans back into his seat, smirking to himself as his mind starts planning. Whatever happens at the party, he is determined to ensure that Virat doesn’t stand in his way this time. He won’t let his brother win—not when it comes to Amruta.

The car winds its way through the mountain roads, and while the conversation remains light and professional between Virat and Amruta, the silent storm brewing in Abhiraj’s mind goes unnoticed. But one thing is certain—he’s not willing to let tonight end without getting what he wants.
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The grand estate is lit up with warm lights, and the sound of soft music fills the air. The evening has an air of elegance, with guests milling around, enjoying the lavish ambiance of the Juneja party. Virat, Amruta, and Abhiraj arrive together, stepping out of the car and making their way inside. As they enter, they are greeted by Mr. Juneja, who is all smiles, standing next to his wife.

Mr. Juneja: (beaming as he sees them) “Ah, here you are! Welcome, welcome. I’m glad you could make it.”

Mr. Juneja shakes Virat’s hand warmly and nods to Abhiraj before turning his attention to Amruta. His smile widens as he gestures toward his wife.

Mr. Juneja: “And this is my wife, Nandini. She’s been looking forward to meeting you all, especially you, Ms. Chitnis.”

Nandini Juneja, an elegantly dressed woman with a warm smile, steps forward, her gaze lingering on Amruta with approval.

Mrs. Juneja: (smiling graciously) “You’ve really impressed my husband, Amruta. Ever since the meeting, all I’ve heard is how talented and sharp you are.”

Amruta, slightly taken aback by the compliment, smiles humbly, feeling a bit of pride but keeping it modest.

Amruta: (smiling warmly) “Thank you, Mrs. Juneja. That’s very kind of you.”

Mrs. Juneja: (laughing lightly) “Oh, please, call me Nandini. And don’t be so modest! I can tell when my husband’s impressed—he doesn’t stop talking about it.”

Amruta chuckles politely, engaging in light conversation with the Juneja’s while Virat stands by, observing the interaction with a quiet smile. He’s proud of Amruta’s accomplishments and can see the respect she’s garnered from their clients.

Mrs. Juneja: (gesturing toward the main party area) “Well, don’t let us keep you too long. You should enjoy the evening. The party’s just getting started—there’s music, drinks, and plenty of dancing if you’re in the mood.”

Amruta smiles politely, nodding, while Virat exchanges a few more pleasantries with Mr. Juneja. Abhiraj, however, stands slightly to the side, clearly distracted. His eyes flicker from the conversation to the vibrant party behind them, where guests are mingling by the bar and dance floor.

Abhiraj: (with a quick smile) “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll head to the bar for a drink.”

Without waiting for a response, Abhiraj slips away, his mind already focused on the night ahead. He moves through the crowd, making his way toward the bartender, his earlier irritation from the car ride still bubbling beneath the surface. As he approaches the bar, he catches the eye of the bartender and orders a drink, leaning casually against the counter.

From a distance, Virat watches his brother leave, aware that something seems off but not wanting to dwell on it. Instead, he turns to Amruta, who’s still deep in polite conversation with Mrs. Juneja. He’s content to stand by her side, but part of him can’t help but feel protective, especially given Abhiraj’s recent behaviour.

Mrs. Juneja: (smiling at Virat and Amruta) “Well, don’t let me hold you up. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I’ll make sure to check in with you later.”

Amruta and Virat thank her as they move toward the party, the music growing louder as they blend into the crowd. Meanwhile, Abhiraj stands at the bar, swirling his drink, watching them from afar with a calculating gaze, his mind already plotting his next move for the night.
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The party is in full swing, with soft music playing and guests laughing as they mingle under the warm lights. Amruta stands by the edge of the room, taking in the elegant surroundings. A waiter approaches her, holding a tray of drinks, and offers her one.

Waiter: (smiling politely) “Would you care for a drink, ma’am?”

Amruta shakes her head gently, giving a polite smile.

Amruta: “No, thank you. I don’t drink.”

The waiter, quick to respond, smiles reassuringly.

Waiter: “Oh, don’t worry, it’s non-alcoholic. Just a little something to refresh you.”

Amruta hesitates for a moment but, trusting his words, nods and takes the glass. She takes a small sip, the cool liquid tasting refreshing. Standing a little ways off, Abhiraj watches the scene unfold, his eyes narrowing as a dark smile forms on his face.

Abhiraj: (thinking to himself, smugly) “Perfect. My plan is on the right track. You won’t even realize what’s happening to you, Amruta, and by the time this night is over, you won’t remember a thing.”

He watches her for a moment longer, the drink in her hand, completely unaware of his intentions. The satisfaction of finally seeing his plan come to life fills him with a dangerous sense of triumph. He downs the rest of his drink, sets the empty glass on the bar, and walks off, slipping into the crowd as he prepares for the next part of his scheme.

Amruta, standing unaware of Abhiraj’s malicious intent, takes another sip of her drink, still feeling completely normal. She scans the party, and just as she’s about to set her glass down, Virat approaches her with a soft smile on his face.

Virat: (his voice gentle, but warm) “Enjoying yourself?”

Amruta smiles and nods, feeling relaxed and at ease, despite the long day. There’s something comforting about Virat’s presence. He stands close, but not too close, his gaze soft as he watches her.

Amruta: “Yes, it’s a lovely party. Mr. and Mrs. Juneja are wonderful hosts.”

Virat nods, then his eyes drift to the dance floor, where guests are swaying to the soft music. He glances back at Amruta, feeling a quiet urge to spend more time with her tonight—away from the pressures of work, away from the scheming eyes of his brother.

Virat: (offering his hand with a small smile) “Would you like to dance?”

Amruta hesitates for a second, looking at his extended hand, but there’s something genuine in his request—something kind. After a moment, she sets her drink aside and places her hand in his.

Amruta: (smiling softly) “I’d love to.”

Virat gently leads her to the dance floor, and they step into the rhythm of the music, moving together effortlessly. As they sway, Virat feels a sense of peace settle over him, a rare moment where work and the complexities of life fade into the background. Amruta, still feeling perfectly normal, smiles as they dance, unaware of the dark intentions swirling in the background.

Across the room, Abhiraj watches them from a distance, his smirk widening as he sees Amruta on the dance floor, completely oblivious to what he has set in motion.
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The soft lights of the dance floor cast a warm glow over the room as the music slows, wrapping the guests in a sultry rhythm. Virat and Amruta move together, their bodies in sync, the world around them fading into the background. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and with each passing moment, they draw closer.

Amruta, feeling the subtle effects of the drink, begins to feel light-headed, her senses becoming more heightened. Her usual sharp focus starts to blur, and her inhibitions seem to slip away. Virat, already tipsy himself, feels his emotions stirring as his hands rest gently on her waist. The soft touch of her skin under his fingers sends an unexpected surge of desire through him.

Their movements become slower, more intimate, as their gazes lock. The once-polite distance between them vanishes. Virat, his mind clouded by the alcohol and his long-suppressed feelings for Amruta, pulls her closer, his breath warm against her cheek.

Amruta, caught in the intensity of the moment, doesn’t pull away. Instead, she allows herself to be swept up in the passion of the dance, her body pressing against Virat’s. Their breaths mingle, heavy and uneven, as they lose themselves in each other’s eyes.

Virat: (his voice low, almost a whisper) “Amruta…”

She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, her hand moves up to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under his shirt. Their faces are inches apart now, the tension between them unbearable. The music fades in the background, leaving only the sound of their breathing as the world narrows to just the two of them.

Suddenly, as if pulled by an invisible force, they both lean in, lips brushing for a brief second before crashing together in a passionate kiss. The hunger in the kiss is undeniable, years of restraint breaking free in one uncontrollable moment.

Virat’s grip tightens on her waist, and Amruta clutches his shirt, pulling him even closer. Their kisses become desperate, both of them surrendering completely to the desire that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Without thinking, they pull away from the dance floor, hand in hand, stumbling out of the party.

No one notices as they slip out the side entrance, moving through the chilly Shimla night toward the waiting car. The cold air does nothing to cool the fire burning between them. Virat opens the car door, and they both slide inside, the heat between them intensifying.

The second the door closes, they turn toward each other, their lips crashing together again. The kisses are hungry, desperate, fueled by both the alcohol and the overwhelming emotions neither of them can control. Virat’s hands move over her body, pulling her closer as she presses herself against him.

Their breathless kisses deepen, the car's interior becoming a private world where nothing else matters. Lost in their own world of passion, they can’t think of anything but each other, unaware of the consequences that may follow.
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The hotel hallway is dimly lit, with only the soft sounds of their footsteps breaking the silence. Virat and Amruta stumble toward her room, their bodies still tangled in each other’s desire. The alcohol clouds their judgment, but their longing for one another overrides every rational thought.

As they reach her door, Amruta fumbles with the keycard, her breath heavy. Virat stands close behind her, his lips grazing the back of her neck, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her against him. The key finally clicks, and the door swings open. They step inside, shutting the world out behind them.

The moment they’re in her room, Virat’s self-control snaps. He turns her around, pinning her gently against the door as his lips crash down on hers with raw intensity. His kiss is rough, filled with an urgency he can no longer hold back. Amruta responds just as hungrily, her hands slipping into his hair, tugging him closer.

Virat: (his voice hoarse, aroused beyond control) “You’re looking too hot tonight, Amruta. I can’t… I can’t control myself.”

His words are desperate, a confession of how her beauty has undone him completely. Amruta’s lips curl into a smile as she breathes against his mouth, her fingers tightening their grip on him.

Amruta: (her voice sultry, filled with desire) “I want you… right now Virat.”

Her words drive him wild, and he presses his body against hers, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, kissing her roughly as she gasps. Her back arches, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. The tension between them is electric, their desire overwhelming every moment.

Virat: (his voice low, husky with need) “It feels good… hearing you say my name.”

His lips trail up to her ear, his breath warm and ragged as he whispers.

Virat: “Say it again, Amu… say my name.”

Amruta, lost in the moment, her heart pounding with desire, leans in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers his name with a teasing smile.

Amruta: (soft, breathless) “Virat…”

Her voice sends a shiver through him, and the sound of his name on her lips drives him to the edge. He groans in response, his hands moving over her body with possessive intent, as their mouths find each other again in a feverish kiss. The room around them fades away, their only focus on each other, lost in the intensity of their desire.

Virat’s hands move swiftly, trembling with urgency, as he begins to remove Amruta’s dress. His fingers fumble with the fabric, pulling it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of her body, his eyes filled with hunger.

Virat: (his voice raw, breathless) “God… Amruta, you’re perfect.”

Virat's eyes widened in appreciation. She was wearing a lacy black bra that accented her full breasts perfectly. He reached out and ran his fingers over the lace, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath.

Amruta let out a soft moan as Virat touched her, her body responding to his touch. She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Virat's eyes were glued to her breasts as they were revealed to him, his mouth going dry with desire.

Amruta shivers under his gaze, her body aching for his touch. She reaches out, her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt with equal desperation, pulling it off his body and tossing it aside. Her hands roam over his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin, every muscle taut with arousal.

Virat, unable to hold back any longer, moves in close, his hands exploring every curve of her body, feeling her soft skin under his touch. His lips follow, kissing her neck, her shoulders, everywhere he can reach as Amruta moans softly, her own hands running down his torso, feeling every inch of him.

Their touch is desperate, almost frantic, as they feel each other’s bodies, their connection electric. Amruta’s nails dig into his skin, and Virat’s hands slide lower, pulling her even closer as their lips meet again in a fiery kiss, filled with unspoken desire.

They press against each other, the heat between them almost unbearable now, both consumed by their longing. Nothing else exists in this moment but the overwhelming need to be as close as possible, to feel every inch of each other, as their passion completely overtakes them.

Amruta stepped closer to Virat, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached up and gently traced her fingers along his jawline, feeling the stubble scratch against her skin. Virat's breath hitched as she did this, his eyes darkening with desire.

Without a word, Amruta leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly grew passionate as their bodies pressed against each other. Virat's hands roamed over Amruta's body, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

Amruta moans as she felt Virat's hands on her, her body responding to his touch. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Breaking the kiss, Amruta pulled back and looked into Virat's eyes. She could see the desire burning within him, and it only served to fuel her own. She reached down and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her fingers shaking with anticipation.

As she slipped the shirt off of his shoulders, Amruta took a moment to appreciate the toned muscles that lay beneath. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. Virat let out a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips.

Amruta continued to explore Virat's body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she made her way down to his belt. She undid the buckle slowly, her eyes locked on his as she did so. She could see the hunger in his gaze, and it only served to heighten her own desire.

Slipping the belt out of the loops, Amruta let it fall to the ground with a clatter.

Without a word, Amruta stepped closer to Virat, pressing her breasts against his chest. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, and it only served to heighten her desire. She reached down and began to undo the button of his pants, her fingers shaking with anticipation.

As she slipped his pants down over his hips, Amruta took a moment to appreciate the hard length of him. She ran her fingers over his boxers, feeling the heat of him through the fabric. Virat let out a low growl.

Amruta slipped her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his hard length. She began to stroke him slowly, her fingers moving in a rhythm that she knew would drive him wild. Virat let out a moan, his head falling back as she touched him.

Breaking free of Amruta's grasp, Virat reached down and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes raking over her body as he did so. Amruta smiled up at him, her body thrumming with desire.

Virat leaned down and pressed his lips to Amruta's again, his tongue tracing the line of her lips. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues dancing together as they kissed. Virat's hands roamed over her body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Breaking the kiss, Virat trailed his lips down Amruta's body, his tongue tracing a path over her skin. He reached her breasts, his lips closing around one nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. Amruta let out a moan, her body arching up to meet his touch.

Virat continued to explore Amruta's body with his mouth, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach. He reached the waistband of her panties, his fingers hooking into the fabric as he pulled them down her legs. Amruta kicked them off, her legs spreading slightly as she did so.

Virat looked up at Amruta, his eyes dark with desire. He could see the wetness glistening on her folds, and he knew that she was ready for him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her inner thigh, his tongue tracing a path towards her centre.

Amruta let out a moan as Virat's tongue touched her, her hips bucking up to meet his touch. He began to explore her with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns over her folds. Amruta's moans grew louder as he did so, her body trembling with pleasure.

Just as Amruta was on the brink of release, Virat pulled away. She looked at him, her eyes wide with desire.

Virat positioned himself at Amruta's entrance, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pushed inside of her. She let out a moan as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him. Virat began to move slowly, his hips moving in a rhythm that drove Amruta wild.

As they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, Amruta could feel herself getting closer and closer to release. She wrapped her legs around Virat's waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. He let out a moan, his hips moving. Amruta moaned, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync as they chased their release. Virat's thrusts became harder, deeper, Amruta meeting him stroke for stroke as she urged him on.

As they reached their peak, Virat buried his face in Amruta's neck, his teeth sinking into her skin as he released his seeds inside her. "Fuck, this is what I wanted, Amruta," he groaned, his hips still moving as he came down from his high.

Amruta gasped, her own orgasm cresting as she felt him inside her. "It feels so good to have you inside me," she breathed, her legs trembling as she held onto him.

They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, as they caught their breath. Amruta traced her fingers along Virat's back, her heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Virat looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and affection. "I've wanted you for so long, Amruta," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

As the warmth of their intimacy lingers in the air, Virat and Amruta continue to share soft laughter and whispered words, their voices a gentle hum in the cozy room. But the effects of the alcohol they had consumed earlier begin to take their toll, and their eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment.

Amruta nestles closer into Virat’s side, feeling the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat against her. The combination of their earlier passion and the lingering warmth of the alcohol creates a comforting haze around them.

Amruta: (giggling softly) “I can’t believe we just… wow.”

Virat chuckles, his head spinning slightly, but the sound of her laughter makes him feel elated.

Virat: “Yeah, wow indeed… who knew you could be such a troublemaker?”

He smiles at her teasingly, but even as he speaks, he feels his own body starting to succumb to exhaustion. He brushes his fingers through her hair, marvelling at how right everything feels in this moment.

Amruta: (her voice a playful whisper) “Me? A troublemaker? I think you’re the one who got us into this mess!”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief, but as she speaks, her voice trails off. She yawns, the fatigue finally catching up with her. Virat can’t help but smile at her adorableness, but he too feels the effects of the night creeping in.

Virat: (his voice becoming softer) “Maybe just a little… but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

As the warmth envelops them, Amruta’s eyelids flutter, and she fights to keep her eyes open, but it’s a losing battle. She leans her head against Virat's shoulder, feeling safe and content.

Amruta: (murmuring softly) “I really like this… us…”

Her words are barely above a whisper, but they hang in the air as a sweet promise. Just as she finishes her sentence, her eyes finally close, and she succumbs to sleep. Virat, still holding her close, feels the same pull, his mind drifting as he whispers back to her.

Virat: (slurring slightly) “Me too, Amu… me too…”

With that, he also succumbs to the heaviness of his eyelids, his breath evening out as he falls asleep, both of them cocooned in the warmth of their newfound intimacy and the soft shadows of the room. Outside, the stars twinkle overhead, watching over them as they drift into a peaceful slumber.
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Amruta jolts awake, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels a warm sensation against her neck. Her mind, still foggy from the alcohol, struggles to piece together the events of the previous night. She freezes, her body tense as she realizes someone is nuzzling against her neck, and the realization hits her that she is completely naked under the duvet.

Her breath catches in her throat as she slowly turns her head to see who it is. Her eyes widen in horror as she recognizes the face beside her—it’s Abhiraj.

Amruta: (whispering in disbelief) “Abhiraj?”

Abhiraj, smiling lazily, his face still filled with the lingering satisfaction of the night before, leans in closer, his voice soft and filled with affection.

Abhiraj: (grinning smugly) “Morning, beautiful. Last night was… amazing. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. Amruta’s mind races, but she can’t remember anything beyond dancing with Virat and feeling the effects of the drink. Panic surges through her as the reality of the situation starts to sink in. She quickly pulls away from Abhiraj, her body shaking as she wraps the duvet tightly around herself, trying to create some distance between them.

Amruta: (her voice trembling, her eyes wide with confusion) “What… what happened? I don’t… I don’t remember.”

Abhiraj’s smirks inwardly, but he keeps his voice calm, as if trying to reassure her.

Abhiraj: “You were incredible, Amruta. Don’t worry… we were both into it. You said you wanted me, remember? It’s okay if you don’t remember everything—it was a wild night, after all.”

Amruta feels her stomach churn. Her head throbs as she tries to make sense of his words, but nothing adds up. She remembers being with Virat… how did she end up with Abhiraj? The weight of confusion and dread presses down on her chest.

Amruta: (her voice barely above a whisper) “I need some time… I need to be alone.”

Her words are shaky, and she clutches the duvet closer to her body, her mind spinning with the horrifying possibility that something went very wrong last night.

Abhiraj: (with a casual smile, as if nothing is wrong) “Take your time, Amruta. I get it. It’s a lot to process. But just remember… I’m here for you. Whenever you’re ready.”

He leans in as if to kiss her, but Amruta pulls away, her body tensing further. She watches him get out of bed, gathering his clothes, seemingly unaware of her growing panic. Once he leaves the room, she lets out a shaky breath, her mind a whirlwind of fear and disbelief.

Left alone in the room, Amruta feels a wave of nausea wash over her as the gravity of the situation hits her full force. She hugs the duvet tightly around her, her heart pounding with confusion and a deep sense of violation.
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Virat wakes up slowly, his head heavy and his thoughts disoriented. He blinks against the morning light filtering through the curtains, his body still relaxed from what he thinks was an unforgettable night. As he sits up, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings hits him. He’s in his hotel room, but something feels off.

His brow furrows as he tries to recall how he got there. The last thing he remembers is leaving the party with Amruta, their bodies intertwined with passion, their desire for each other undeniable. But after that… his mind draws a blank.

Virat: (murmuring to himself, confused) “What the…? How did I end up here?”

He rakes his hand through his tousled hair, feeling a strange disconnect. He should’ve woken up next to Amruta. That was the plan, wasn’t it? They had been so close, so lost in each other. The memory of their lovemaking brings a soft smile to his face, warmth spreading through him as he remembers the way she had said his name.

For a moment, all the confusion fades away, replaced by the elation of knowing that Amruta wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The thought of them together fills him with a sense of contentment he hasn’t felt in a long time. But the nagging question remains: why doesn’t he remember everything?

Virat: (talking to himself, trying to shake the confusion) “Maybe it’s just the alcohol… Last night was intense.”

He stands up, still feeling a bit hazy, and moves toward the bathroom to freshen up. As he splashes cold water on his face, his mind begins to clear, though the confusion still lingers at the edges. He brushes it aside, focusing instead on Amruta. He’s eager to see her again, to talk about what happened, to figure out where their relationship stands after last night.

Virat: (smiling to himself) “I wonder how she feels about us now… I hope she feels the same way.”

There’s a flicker of nervousness beneath his excitement. What if last night changed everything? What if she wanted to take things slow, or worse—what if she regrets it? The thought unsettles him for a moment, but he quickly pushes it aside, deciding that he needs to talk to her before overthinking it.

Virat dresses quickly, his heart racing as he imagines their conversation. He hopes they can continue building on the passion they shared, and that the night they spent together is just the beginning. Even though he’s confused about the details of how they parted, he’s filled with optimism as he prepares to meet her.

Virat: (quietly, smiling to himself) “Amruta… I just want to be with you.”

With that thought, Virat leaves his room, eager to see Amruta and find out how she feels about what they shared. Little does he know, the morning will bring far more questions and complications than he ever imagined.

Virat strides through the hotel, his mind still fixated on finding Amruta. After checking the lounge and common areas without success, he feels a knot of worry forming in his chest. The confusion from earlier in the morning intensifies as he starts wondering why she seems to have disappeared.

As a last resort, he decides to check on his brother Abhiraj, hoping that maybe he knows where Amruta is. He walks toward Abhiraj’s room, but when he arrives, something immediately feels wrong. The door is slightly ajar, and as he pushes it open, his heart skips a beat.

Virat: (muttering to himself, alarmed) “What the hell happened in here?”

The room is a complete disaster. Furniture is overturned, the bed sheets are tangled, and broken glass litters the floor. It looks like a storm has ripped through the space. Virat steps inside cautiously, his gut churning with unease. Something about this scene feels off—very off.

He checks the room for any sign of his brother or anything that might explain the chaos, but there’s nothing except the mess. An overwhelming sense of dread creeps up his spine as his thoughts turn darker. Had something happened last night that he didn’t know about?

Virat: (thinking, tense) “Why would Abhiraj’s room be like this? Was there a fight? Where is he?’’

His unease deepens as he pulls out his phone and dials Abhiraj’s number. After a few rings, Abhiraj picks up, sounding annoyingly nonchalant.

Abhiraj: (casually) “What’s up, bro? I’m having breakfast. Anything you need?”

Virat’s jaw tightens at the calm tone of his brother’s voice, completely at odds with the state of his room. His patience is thin, but he tries to stay composed.

Virat: (sternly) “Your room looks like it was hit by a truck. What the hell happened here, Abhiraj? And where’s Amruta? Have you seen her?”

There’s a brief pause on the other end before Abhiraj’s voice comes through again, still annoyingly indifferent.

Abhiraj: “I don’t feel the need to explain anything to you, Virat. My room, my business. And as for Amruta… you should worry about yourself.”

Virat’s grip on the phone tightens as frustration builds inside him. Abhiraj’s cryptic response only makes things worse, but instead of pushing, he takes a deep breath. He knows his brother well enough to understand that pressing him won’t get answers. Besides, the more urgent issue is finding Amruta.

Virat: (gritting his teeth) “Fine. But this isn’t over.”

He ends the call, still unsettled by the mess in Abhiraj’s room. Something is definitely wrong, but Virat forces himself to focus. His priority is finding Amruta and making sure she’s okay. Whatever is going on with Abhiraj can wait.

As he walks out of the chaotic room, his mind races with thoughts of Amruta. He has to find her, figure out what happened last night, and make sure she’s safe. His instincts tell him that something isn't right, and his brother’s odd behaviour only heightens his concerns.

Virat: (thinking, determined) “Where are you, Amruta? I need to find you….”
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Amruta sits by the edge of the hotel pool, her knees drawn up to her chest, staring blankly at the water’s shimmering surface. The gentle ripples in the pool do little to soothe the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Her heart is heavy with confusion, fear, and guilt.

She feels an overwhelming sense of regret—how did everything spiral so out of control? She had always been so careful, so professional, never wanting to mix her personal life with her work. But now, it seems like everything she had tried to avoid has caught up to her.

Amruta: (thinking, her brow furrowing in frustration) “How did I let this happen? I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this…”

Her thoughts drift back to the night before. She had been dancing with Virat, feeling a closeness that was undeniable. She had wanted him, and for once, she had allowed herself to give in to that desire. But beyond the dance, her memory is a foggy mess. Everything after that is a blank.

She tries desperately to remember more—how she ended up with Abhiraj in her bed, why he had been so casual about it, and why she had no recollection of the night. Her stomach churns at the thought of what might have happened. Abhiraj's words echo in her mind—how he claimed last night was ‘amazing,’ how he seemed so confident that she had wanted it.

Amruta: (whispering to herself, her voice shaky) “I don’t remember… I don’t remember any of it. How could this have happened?”

She presses her palms to her forehead, trying to clear her mind, but it’s no use. The more she tries to think, the more her thoughts spiral out of control. She feels trapped in a nightmare, and she can’t make sense of what’s real and what isn’t.

Amruta: (her mind racing) “Virat… I was with Virat. What happened after that? How did I end up with his brother?”

The thought of Abhiraj being in love with her only adds to her distress. She had always been professional with him, had never given him any reason to think there could be anything more. Now, everything felt tainted. Her professional life, her personal boundaries—it was all a blur.

She stares down at the pool water, her reflection fractured by the ripples. She feels lost, like she’s drowning in the aftermath of something she never wanted or asked for.

Amruta: (her voice cracking as she speaks to herself) “I need to talk to Virat… but what if he thinks the worst? What if he blames me?”

Her mind is filled with unanswered questions, fear, and guilt. She feels utterly alone in this moment, unsure of what to do next or how to move forward from this tangled mess of emotions and confusion.

Taking a deep breath, Amruta looks out at the horizon, hoping that somehow, she’ll find the strength to face whatever comes next. She knows she can’t avoid this forever, and eventually, she’ll have to confront the truth.

She looks up to see Abhiraj walking toward her, his expression calm, but there’s an intensity in his eyes that immediately puts her on edge.

She straightens up, wrapping her arms around herself instinctively as Abhiraj stops in front of her. The awkwardness between them is palpable, and she dreads what he’s going to say next. Her heart races, trying to steel herself for the conversation she knows is coming.

Abhiraj: (smiling gently, his tone casual) "Amruta, why are you so tense? I can see you're confused, but you don't have to be. We both acted on our feelings last night because... well, we felt something for each other, didn’t we?"

Amruta’s face tightens at his words. Her confusion turns to frustration as she listens to him speak, and she stands up, facing him. The last thing she wants is for Abhiraj to believe there’s more to this than there really is.

Amruta: (firmly, but with a tinge of frustration) "Abhiraj, I don’t know what you think happened, but I’ve always been clear—I wanted to keep things strictly professional between us. If anything happened last night… then I regret it. I don’t feel anything more than friendship for you, and you need to understand that."

Her words hit Abhiraj like a cold gust of wind, but he masks his disappointment with a calm smile. Despite her rejection, he refuses to accept that their connection was purely professional. In his mind, he still believes she’ll come around.

Abhiraj: (softly, yet with quiet determination) "I understand what you're saying, Amruta. I really do. But last night… for me, it was special. I’ve wanted this for a long time, and I thought maybe you did too, even if you don’t remember everything clearly. I can’t forget how it felt."

Amruta steps back slightly, her eyes narrowing with unease. She can’t believe how he’s twisting the situation, making it sound like their feelings were mutual, when all she feels now is confusion and regret.

Amruta: (with a frustrated sigh) "Abhiraj, whatever you think happened, it wasn’t real for me. I don’t have those feelings for you, and I need you to accept that. Please, if you care about me at all, you need to let this go. Forget about last night, whatever it was. I don’t feel the same way."

Her voice is calm but firm, hoping to get through to him, to set boundaries before things spiral further. Abhiraj’s face softens, but his eyes still hold that same quiet intensity. He steps forward slightly, his expression filled with an unsettling mix of hope and resignation.

Abhiraj: (with a slight smile, his voice filled with emotion) "I get it, Amruta. I hear you. But I won’t give up that easily. I love you, and I’ll wait for you to see it too. I know you’re confused right now, but maybe, in time… you’ll change your mind."

Amruta’s stomach churns at his words. His persistence makes her deeply uncomfortable, and she can’t shake the feeling that he’s not really hearing her. She takes another step back, trying to put distance between them.

Amruta: (more assertive now, trying to keep her voice steady) "Abhiraj, no. There’s nothing to wait for. I’m telling you now, nothing will ever happen between us. I need you to respect that."

Abhiraj’s smile falters slightly, but he nods, as if accepting her words on the surface. But Amruta can tell that he’s not really letting go. He looks at her with the same possessiveness masked under a layer of calm.

Abhiraj: "I’ll respect your space, Amruta. But I’m still here. And if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

With that, Abhiraj turns and walks away, leaving Amruta standing by the pool, her heart pounding in her chest. She watches him leave, feeling a weight pressing down on her. She knows this isn’t over, that Abhiraj won’t simply walk away from what he wants.

Her mind races with the implications of his words, and she wonders how she’s going to navigate this situation without things becoming even more complicated. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to steady her emotions, as the pool's water shimmers beside her, calm and indifferent to the storm inside her.

Amruta: (whispering to herself, unsettled) "What have I gotten myself into…?"
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Abhiraj sits in a quiet corner of the hotel’s lounge, sipping his coffee with a smug smile playing on his lips. His mind is racing, replaying the events of the past night in perfect detail. He had been seething with rage when he discovered that Virat had spent the night with Amruta, the woman he had been obsessing over for so long. The thought of them together had driven him to the edge—so much so that he’d destroyed his own room in a fit of fury.

But that destruction had only been the start. He had managed to compose himself just long enough to set his final plan in motion.

Abhiraj: (thinking to himself, smirking) "I wasn’t going to let that be the end of it. No way. Virat might’ve had her last night, but I had the last laugh."

He remembers how, after his outburst, he’d calmly walked down to the reception, his mind already working on how to twist the situation in his favour. Getting the master key had been easy—he’d made sure the staff thought it was an innocent request. The rest had unfolded exactly how he wanted.

Abhiraj: (recalling, his eyes gleaming) "I still remember the look on her face when she woke up. She thought she had slept with me… she was so confused. And now, that’s all she remembers."

He relishes the moment in his mind, how perfectly everything had aligned. After sneaking into Amruta’s room and quietly moving Virat back to his own, Abhiraj had made sure that when Amruta woke up, she would believe that he had been the one she spent the night with. The small details he had manipulated—his clothes nearby, his presence next to her—it had all worked flawlessly.

Abhiraj: (thinking smugly) "She doesn’t remember a thing, just like I planned. And now she thinks she made a mistake with me."

But there was one loose end, and that was Virat. Abhiraj knew that Virat would remember everything—he wouldn’t forget the night he spent with Amruta. And if Virat managed to talk to her, to clear things up, the entire plan would fall apart. Abhiraj’s smirk falters slightly as he contemplates his next move.

Abhiraj: (his mind working quickly, a determined look in his eyes) "I need to act fast. Virat’s already looking for her. If he gets to her before I can control the situation, everything I’ve worked for will crumble."

His mind races with possibilities, ways to keep Virat away from Amruta, to buy himself enough time to fully secure her trust and affection before the truth comes out. He knew that manipulating her further was a delicate task, but he was willing to do whatever it took.

Abhiraj: (thinking darkly, his jaw clenching) "I can’t let Virat win. Not this time. I’ll make sure she chooses me, by any means necessary."

As he finishes his coffee, his mind is already plotting the next steps in his plan. He knows he has to keep Virat from talking to Amruta, maybe even discredit him in her eyes. He smirks again, feeling the thrill of being in control.

Abhiraj: (smiling to himself, whispering) "She’ll never know the truth. I’ll make sure of it."

With his resolve hardened, Abhiraj stands up and walks out of the lounge, his mind filled with schemes to ensure that his version of the story is the only one Amruta ever believes.
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Amruta feels strong arms wrap around her from behind. The unexpected embrace jolts her, and instinctively, she tries to push the person away. Her heart races in panic, but then she hears Virat’s voice.

Virat: (his tone sharp, but laced with concern) "Amruta, how can you be so careless? I’ve been calling you! You’re not even answering my calls."

Amruta freezes, her confusion only growing. Virat has never acted like this before, so emotional and… possessive? She feels his arms tighten around her as if he’s afraid to let her go. But what unsettles her more is his tone—he’s scolding her, something she never expected from him. She tries to compose herself, her heart pounding as she finally pulls away from his embrace and turns to face him.

Amruta: (her voice hesitant, her brow furrowed) "Virat… what’s going on? Why are you acting like this? I don’t understand."

Virat’s expression softens slightly, though there’s still a mix of frustration and worry in his eyes. He steps closer, as if he can’t stand the distance between them.

Virat: (his voice quieter now, but still intense) "Do you even know how worried I was? You didn’t answer my calls, you disappeared without a word, and now you’re sitting here like nothing happened. I care about you, Amruta. You can’t just shut me out like this."

Amruta blinks in confusion, her mind racing. Virat has never spoken to her like this—about anything personal. Their relationship has always been professional, with a clear boundary between work and personal matters. And now, here he is, acting as if she’s the center of his world. She feels a strange mix of emotions—confusion, disbelief, and a flicker of something she doesn’t want to acknowledge.

Amruta: (still confused, her voice wavering) "Virat, I don’t understand. You’ve never… I mean, we’ve always been focused on work. Why are you acting like this now?"

Virat looks at her, his eyes searching her face for answers. He takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself before speaking.

Virat: (softly, but with conviction) "Because last night changed everything for me, Amruta. You… we were together. You can't tell me you don’t feel it too."

Amruta’s breath catches in her throat. Last night? Her mind races again, trying to piece together the fragmented memories.

Virat watches Amruta closely, his brow furrowed with concern. He can sense her confusion and hesitation, but he needs her to remember. He takes a deep breath and gently probes her memory.

Virat: (softly, but with a hint of frustration) "Amruta… do you seriously not remember anything from last night?"

Amruta looks at him, her face filled with uncertainty. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Amruta: (shaking her head) "No, I don’t… I remember dancing with you, but after that, everything is just a blur. I… I don’t know what happened after we left the party."

Virat’s face softens, and he steps closer, lowering his voice as if trying to be delicate.

Virat: "After we danced… we went to my car. We kissed, Amruta. Do you really not remember that?"

The words hit Amruta like a shockwave. She blinks, her heart pounding as her mind races to process what he just said.

Amruta: (stunned, her voice barely a whisper) "We kissed? You’re sure?"

Virat nods, his expression unwavering. He steps even closer, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Virat: "Yes, I’m sure. I remember it all clearly. We kissed in the car, and… it felt real. It felt right."

Amruta’s breath catches in her throat as her heart races. This can’t be happening. She remembers nothing beyond the dance, but now Virat is telling her they shared an intimate moment. She stares at him, her mind in turmoil.

Amruta: (her voice shaking) "Virat… I don’t remember any of this. I don’t understand. How could I… kiss you and then…"

She trails off, unable to finish the sentence, her mind flashing back to waking up next to Abhiraj. It doesn’t make sense. How could she have kissed Virat and then ended up in bed with his brother? She feels like she’s caught in a nightmare.

Amruta: (more to herself than to him, her voice laced with panic) "How could I kiss one brother and then… spend the night with the other? This is all wrong."

Virat’s face darkens, sensing her distress. He’s confused by her reaction, but he doesn’t want to push her too hard. He just wants her to understand what they shared.

Virat: (gently) "Amruta, I don’t know what’s going on, but I know what happened between us last night. I didn’t imagine it. But if you need time to process this, I’ll give it to you."

Amruta feels overwhelmed, her thoughts spiralling. She steps back, shaking her head as if trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and memories.

Amruta: (her voice trembling) "I need some time, Virat. Please… I just need to be alone for a while. We’ll talk later."

Virat nods reluctantly, sensing that she’s on the verge of breaking down. He steps back, giving her space, but his eyes linger on her for a moment longer, filled with confusion and worry.

Virat: "Alright, I’ll give you time. But we’ll talk about this, Amruta. We have to."

As Virat walks away, Amruta sinks into the nearest chair, her heart still racing. She runs a hand through her hair, her mind spinning with questions. How could things have gone so wrong? How could she have been with Virat, and then… Abhiraj?

Amruta: (thinking to herself, feeling her heart sink) "How could I have let this happen? What am I supposed to do now?"

Her thoughts race, spiralling out of control, and a knot tightens in her chest. She never wanted to complicate her professional life—she had always prided herself on keeping things professional, clean, and in control.

Amruta: (thinking to herself, bitterly) "I never wanted to mix my personal life with work. I never wanted to… and now I’ve gone and completely fucked it all."

She closes her eyes, leaning forward as if the weight of her thoughts is physically bearing down on her. How did it come to this? Virat and Abhiraj, both brothers, both important in her professional sphere—acting like she had somehow welcomed them both into her life, as if she had accepted them both. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

The events of the last night replay in her mind, fragmented and foggy, like pieces of a puzzle that won’t fit together no matter how hard she tries.

Amruta: (thinking, her head spinning) "How could I have kissed Virat… danced with him, felt something real… and then wake up next to Abhiraj?"

She remembers Virat’s words just moments ago, how sure he was that they kissed in the car. And she remembers the way he looked at her—like they had shared something important, something intimate. And yet, the next morning, it was Abhiraj in her bed, smiling, acting as though they’d had the perfect night together.

Amruta: (her mind racing, filled with doubt) "I don’t remember… I don’t remember anything after the dance. How could Abhiraj have said we spent the night together? It doesn’t make sense. Was he lying? But why would he lie?"

Her head spins with conflicting emotions. Virat's genuine feelings, Abhiraj's certainty—it’s all too much. Something doesn't add up. Why would she be with Virat, only to wake up with Abhiraj, and why does she remember nothing in between? The drink—the waiter who handed her the non-alcoholic drink. Could something have happened then?

Her body tenses with the realization that maybe… just maybe, something was off with that drink. But even that thought terrifies her.

Amruta: (whispering to herself, horrified) "What if I didn’t… what if something happened that I didn’t consent to?"

Her heart pounds in her chest, fear and confusion gripping her tightly. The feeling of helplessness washes over her, and she finds herself trapped between two realities that don’t fit. She’s torn between the fragments of memories that don’t make sense and the two brothers who are pulling her into a web of chaos.

Amruta: (thinking desperately) "I need to know the truth… I need to figure this out. But how?"

The pressure of the situation builds in her mind—her career, her reputation, and now her relationship with both Virat and Abhiraj. How did it all go so wrong?

Amruta: (thinking determinedly, though fear still grips her) "I can’t let this destroy everything I’ve worked for. I have to find out what really happened."

She stands up, clutching the railing as she stares out into the distance. Somehow, she has to find the truth. She just prays she can handle it when she does.
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As the three of them join each other for lunch, Abhiraj sits closely next to Amruta, a sly grin on his face as he leans in a little too close for comfort. He brushes against her arm, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. Amruta shifts uncomfortably, glancing toward Virat, who sits across the table, his expression darkening.

Abhiraj: (leaning in, his voice smooth) "So, Amruta, how’s your day been? Enjoying the beautiful views of Shimla?"

He places a hand on her back, fingers grazing her shoulder. Amruta feels a shiver run down her spine—not from pleasure, but from the invasive nature of his touch. She forces a smile, trying to maintain her composure.

Amruta: (forcing casualness) "It’s been good, just trying to clear my head."

Virat’s patience wears thin. He watches Abhiraj’s every move, the way he encroaches on Amruta’s space, and he can’t hold back any longer. He leans forward, his tone sharp.

Virat: (frustrated) "Why are you letting him touch you like that, Amruta? I don’t like it one bit."

Abhiraj’s smirk widens, clearly enjoying the growing tension. He turns to Virat, his demeanour mocking.

Abhiraj: (smugly) "Relax, Virat. It’s just a friendly lunch. Besides, it’s between us, so maybe you should stay out of it."

Virat’s jaw tightens as he pulls Amruta closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively.

Virat: (firmly) "She’s mine, Abhiraj. After last night, I’m not letting her go. You need to understand that."

Amruta’s heart races at his declaration, but then she feels a sharp pang of confusion as Abhiraj’s expression turns to one of victorious satisfaction. She clears her throat, needing to voice her thoughts, but they come out in a rush.

Amruta: (defensively) "Actually, I was with Abhiraj last night. We… made love."

The words hang in the air like a lead weight. Virat’s face drains of colour, shock etched across his features. He shakes his head, disbelief flooding his voice.

Virat: (disbelievingly) "No, Amruta, that’s not right! You were with me. You kissed me and then we went to your room and made love! You have to remember that!"

Amruta’s heart races as the reality of what she’s saying sinks in. She glances between the two brothers, both with fiercely contrasting expressions—one hurt and confused, the other smug and self-satisfied.

Amruta: (torn, her voice wavering) "I… I don’t remember everything, Virat. How can I trust you?"

Abhiraj's smirk only grows wider as he senses Virat's frustration.

Abhiraj: (mockingly) "See, Virat? She doesn’t remember you. I guess last night meant more to me than it did to you both."

Virat’s eyes blaze with anger as he stands up, the chair scraping against the floor, drawing the attention of nearby diners.

Virat: (voice raised, defensive) "You’re lying! You’re manipulating her, Abhiraj! This is wrong!"

Amruta, feeling the tension building, stands up as well, wanting to diffuse the situation but also feeling overwhelmed by it all.

Amruta: (urgent, trying to mediate) "Stop it! Both of you! This isn’t helping me figure things out!"

Virat looks at her, pain flickering in his eyes as he realizes how deep the divide between them has become. Abhiraj leans back, satisfied, letting the chaos unfold around him.

Abhiraj: (with a sly smile) "You see, Amruta, all I’m trying to do is help you remember how good we were together. You’re just confused."

Amruta feels trapped between their competing declarations, and the weight of her decisions presses heavily on her heart. She can’t shake the feeling that everything is spiralling out of control, and she desperately needs to find clarity in the midst of this chaos.

Virat’s eyes widen in disbelief, desperate to make Amruta see the truth of what happened between them. He steps closer, his voice low and intense.

Virat: (pleadingly) "Amruta, I clearly remember being in your room with you, making love. It wasn’t just a dream—it was real! Please, you have to believe me."

Amruta’s heart races as she processes his words, but doubt lingers in her mind. She shakes her head vehemently, her frustration bubbling over.

Amruta: (angrily) "That’s not possible, Virat! I woke up with Abhiraj, and I can’t just ignore that! Stop lying to me!"

She turns away, her mind spinning as she tries to escape the escalating chaos. Abhiraj watches the confrontation unfold, tension gnawing at him as he realizes the stakes. What if Amruta believes Virat now?

Abhiraj: (feigning innocence, but internally tense) "Come on, Amruta. Just think about it. You’re confused. You’ve had a lot to drink, and it was a wild night. I was there for you, I held you…"

Virat’s frustration peaks as he steps forward, trying to regain her attention.

Virat: (determined) "Don’t let him manipulate you, Amruta! You know deep down that we shared something special. This isn’t just about last night; it’s about us!"

Amruta feels cornered, caught between two brothers who seem to have different versions of the same story. She glances between them, her heart torn.

Amruta: (voice shaking, trying to maintain composure) "I… I can’t deal with this right now."

With that, she turns on her heel and walks away from the tense scene, her heart racing. She needs space, a moment to breathe, to think. As she retreats, she feels the weight of their gazes on her back—one filled with desperation, the other with a smirk of triumph.
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Virat stands, fists clenched at his sides, fury radiating from him. Abhiraj’s smirk only deepens, relishing the chaos he’s created.

Virat: (voice seething with anger) "I don’t remember how I ended up in my room, but now I understand it was you. You did this, didn’t you?"

Abhiraj leans back in his chair, a smug look on his face as he raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

Abhiraj: (mockingly) "Great deduction, brother. But how will you explain this to Amruta? I was the one there with her, on her bed, when she woke up."

Virat’s blood runs cold at the thought. Abhiraj’s words hit like daggers, and he can’t help but feel a wave of protectiveness for Amruta wash over him.

Virat: (voice low and dangerous) "How dare you touch her? You have no right!"

With that, Virat’s fist connects with Abhiraj’s jaw, a solid punch that sends Abhiraj stumbling back, surprise flashing across his face. The room falls silent for a moment as Abhiraj regains his footing, rubbing his jaw with a grin slowly forming.

Abhiraj: (chuckling, despite the hit) "Nice punch, but you’ll need more than that to keep me away from Amruta. I must say, after seeing her up close, my obsession for her has only gotten stronger. She looks so damn sexy, and her skin… feels so good to touch."

Virat’s face contorts with rage at Abhiraj's words, the protectiveness he feels for Amruta morphing into an intense need to confront Abhiraj.

Virat: (furiously) "You think this is some sort of game? She’s not a trophy for you to win, Abhiraj! She deserves respect, not this twisted obsession of yours!"

Abhiraj steps closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he inches into Virat's personal space, revelling in the tension between them.

Abhiraj: (tauntingly) "Respect? Look who’s talking. You kissed her first, didn’t you? You think you can just waltz in and claim her when I’ve been there for her?"

Virat grits his teeth, his fists clenching as he fights to maintain control over his emotions. Abhiraj is pushing him, taunting him, and he can feel the urge to lash out again.

Virat: (voice steady but filled with resolve) "I don’t care what you think you’ve done. I love Amruta, and I’m not going to let you manipulate her. Not now, not ever."
Abhiraj smirks again, his confidence unshaken, leaning casually against the wall as if this were all a mere game.

Abhiraj: (smirking) "Love is a strong word, brother. But let’s see how that works out for you when she remembers who she woke up with. And I’ll be right here, waiting for my chance."

Virat glares at Abhiraj, fury coursing through him. The battle for Amruta's heart has just begun, and he knows he can’t back down now. He turns sharply, making his way toward the door, determined to find Amruta and set things straight.

Virat: (resolutely) "I’ll make her see the truth, Abhiraj. You won’t win this."

As he exits,Abhiraj's laughter echoes behind him, a haunting reminder of the twisted game they’re all caught up in. The stakes have never been higher, and the fight for Amruta’s heart is just beginning.
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Virat strides toward Amruta, determination etched on his face. She’s sitting by the pool, her gaze distant as she contemplates the whirlwind of emotions swirling around her. He kneels beside her, wanting to bridge the gap that has formed between them.

Virat: (earnestly) "Amruta, please don’t think about last night. Let’s focus on us. Whatever happened, it was beautiful, but if you don’t remember it… we can make new memories."

Amruta’s brow furrows as she processes his words, a whirlwind of confusion and hurt flashing in her eyes. She shakes her head slowly, the weight of her thoughts heavy on her shoulders.

Amruta: (frustrated) "You don’t understand, Virat. Whoever I was with last night—be it you or him—it changes everything."

Before she can finish, Virat instinctively reaches out, closing her mouth gently with his hand, his voice low and filled with pain.

Virat: (pleadingly) "Please, just stop. It hurts to even think of him with you. You don’t know what it does to me to hear you say that."

Amruta’s eyes widen, surprised by the intensity of his emotions. She feels the heat of his hand on her lips, a physical reminder of the connection they share. Her heart races as she meets his gaze, filled with unspoken words.

Amruta: (softly, her voice trembling) "Virat, —"

Virat pulls his hand back, his expression shifting from urgency to vulnerability as he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

Amruta: (voice trembling) "Virat, my drink was spiked. Someone did it on purpose. Now both you and Abhiraj are claiming to have made love with me when I clearly woke up with one, and the last memory I have is with the other."

Virat’s expression shifts from concern to shock, the weight of her revelation hitting him hard. He takes a step back, processing her words.

Virat: (disbelief creeping into his voice) "What are you saying, Amruta? You’re serious?"

Amruta nods, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she struggles to convey her feelings.

Amruta: (pleading) "Please understand how difficult this is for me! I don’t remember anything after dancing with you, and waking up with Abhiraj has thrown me into this chaotic mess. I’m scared, Virat. I don’t know who to trust!"

Her voice wavers, and the vulnerability in her eye’s pierces through Virat’s heart. He steps closer again, his protective instincts kicking in.

Virat: (gently) "Amruta, I had no idea. I thought… I thought we were together. I thought we shared something real. But if what you’re saying is true, then we need to figure this out together."

He reaches for her hand, but she hesitates, the confusion swirling in her mind holding her back. The enormity of the situation looms over them.

Amruta: (frustrated) "I don’t even know what to think anymore! You and Abhiraj are both claiming to have had something with me, and I can’t trust my own memories! What if I can’t differentiate between reality and whatever happened to me?"

Virat's heart aches at her distress. He knows how much she values her independence and professionalism, and seeing her so vulnerable breaks him.

Virat: (sincerely) "Amruta, you have to trust me. I would never hurt you. Let’s figure out what happened that night. We can talk to the hotel staff, review any footage, anything that might help clarify this. You deserve the truth."

Amruta gazes into his eyes, searching for reassurance. There’s a flicker of hope within her as she contemplates his words.

Amruta: (softly) "Do you really think we can find the truth? What if it leads to more questions than answers?"

Virat nods, determination setting in as he squeezes her hand gently.

Virat: (with conviction) "I believe we can, together. I won’t let you go through this alone. We’ll uncover the truth, and no matter what it is, we’ll face it side by side."

Amruta takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his support and determination seep into her heart. Despite the uncertainty that lies ahead, she feels a sense of strength forming between them.

Amruta: (resolved) "Okay, let’s do it. I need to know the truth."

As they stand together, hand in hand, the weight of their situation still hangs in the air, but they’re ready to confront it together, armed with the courage to face whatever revelations await them.
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The tension in the air is palpable as Virat and Amruta stand in front of the hotel staff, processing the shocking revelation. Amruta's expression shifts from confusion to anger, her eyes narrowing as she turns to Virat, the weight of their situation bearing down heavily on her.

Hotel Staff Member: (nervously) "We saw Mr. Girewal carrying you to your room last night, Miss Chitnis. We thought you might need help."

Amruta's heart races as the words sink in. She steps back, distancing herself from Virat, her voice rising in frustration.

Amruta: (accusingly) "So, what now, Virat? What new story will you come up with? You can't seriously expect me to believe that they are lying!"

Virat’s expression turns defensive, confusion and hurt mixing in his eyes as he tries to maintain his composure.

Virat: (urgently) "Amruta, listen to me. They must have misunderstood something. You were with me last night; I swear it! I’d never do something like that to you."

Amruta shakes her head, her anger flaring as she struggles to contain her emotions.

Amruta: (furiously) "You disgust me, Virat! You think I’m just going to accept your word? It was you who spiked my drink! That’s why I ended up with Abhiraj, isn’t it?"

Virat's heart drops at her words, pain etched across his face. He takes a step toward her, desperation rising in his chest.

Virat: (pleading) "Amruta, please! I would never do something like that to you. I love you! Why would I hurt you like this? You have to believe me!"

Amruta’s eyes widen in shock at his declaration, but the anger and confusion still cloud her mind. She crosses her arms defensively, feeling torn between the trust she once had and the painful reality before her.

Amruta: (coldly) "Love? You think this is about love? You’ve turned my life into a mess. I don’t know who to trust anymore, and I can’t believe anything either of you say right now!"

The air grows thick with tension as they stand facing each other, both grappling with the enormity of the situation. Virat feels the weight of her words pressing down on him, realizing that the trust they once shared is hanging by a thread.

Virat: (softly, heartbreakingly) "I’ll prove it to you, Amruta. I’ll find a way to show you the truth. You have to give me that chance. Please don’t shut me out."

Amruta looks away, her heart conflicted as she grapples with her emotions. She feels the pull of his sincerity, yet the bitterness of betrayal lingers heavily in the air.

Amruta: (firmly) "I can’t trust you anymore, Virat. After last night, I’m scared to continue working with you. I’ll resign."

Virat's heart sinks at her declaration, disbelief washing over him as he takes a step closer, his voice rising in urgency.

Virat: (begging) "Amruta, please! You can't just throw everything away. I swear I’m innocent! Abhiraj is the one orchestrating all of this to separate us."

Amruta lets out a harsh laugh, shaking her head in disbelief at his words.

Amruta: (scoffing) "Separate us? Virat, we were never together! You think this is some grand conspiracy? You’ve played with my feelings and my life, and I’m done with it!"

She turns away from him, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to suppress the hurt that threatens to overwhelm her. Virat, feeling utterly defeated, takes a step back, grappling with the reality of her rejection.

Virat: (voice cracking) "Amruta, please don’t say that. I care about you! I want to make this right!"

But she doesn’t turn back; instead, her resolve hardens further. She spins around, her eyes blazing with fury and hurt.

Amruta: (coldly) "You need to get the fuck out of my life, Virat. I won’t let anyone manipulate me any longer."

With that, she storms away, leaving Virat standing there, the weight of her words crushing down on him. He feels as if the ground has fallen out from beneath his feet, his heart racing as he tries to process the devastation of her decision.

Virat: (calling after her, desperation creeping into his voice) "Amruta, wait! You don’t have to do this!"

But her footsteps fade away, leaving him alone in the hallway, a mix of anguish and regret swirling in his chest. The realization that he might have lost her for good hangs heavily in the air, a bitter reminder of the fragile nature of trust.

Virat leans against the wall, running a hand through his hair, frustration and sadness battling within him. He knows he has to find a way to reach her, to show her the truth, before it's too late.
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Amruta sits across from Abhiraj in a secluded corner of the hotel’s café. She takes a deep breath, her mind racing as she recounts the events of the previous night.

Amruta: (seriously) "The hotel staff told me they saw you carry me to my room last night. I can’t shake the feeling that someone spiked my drink. I just... I want to keep things professional, and I’m even thinking of resigning."

Abhiraj’s expression shifts from concern to determination as he leans forward, his voice earnest.

Abhiraj: (pleading) "Please don’t quit, Amruta. Whatever happened between us, I don’t want you to walk away because of Virat. He’s the one who could have done this to you."

Amruta looks down, her heart conflicted as she remembers the moments with Virat, yet the fear of her professional life unravelling clouds her judgment. She feels a surge of frustration as she replies.

Amruta: (frustrated) "It’s not just about him! I need to protect my career. If I stay here, I don’t know how I’ll be able to work with either of you."

Abhiraj leans in closer, his tone softening as he tries to reassure her, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace.

Abhiraj: (comforting) "Don’t worry, Amruta. I’ll always protect you. You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re with me."

As Abhiraj hugs her, Amruta feels a wave of discomfort wash over her. The intimacy of the gesture feels overwhelming, and she hesitates, unsure of how to respond. She can’t help but notice the possessiveness in his tone, a stark reminder of her complicated feelings.

Meanwhile, from a distance, Virat stands at the entrance of the café, watching the scene unfold. A mix of anger and heartbreak floods his senses as he witnesses Abhiraj holding Amruta close. His fists clench at his sides as determination burns within him.

Virat: (to himself, resolute) "I have to prove my innocence. I won’t let Abhiraj manipulate her, and I won’t let her walk away from me. I’ll show her the truth."

Virat steels himself, ready to confront the challenges ahead, fueled by the love he feels for Amruta and the need to reclaim the trust that’s slipping away. With a deep breath, he walks away, planning his next move to bring Amruta into his life.
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The cabin of the flight is bustling with passengers settling into their seats, but for Amruta, Virat, and Abhiraj, the atmosphere is thick with tension. Amruta sits next to Abhiraj, deliberately turning away from Virat, her expression closed off. Virat, seated a few rows back, watches helplessly, his heart aching as he feels the distance growing between them.

As the plane begins to ascend, Virat gathers his courage and stands up, making his way toward Amruta. He leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with urgency.

Virat: (pleading) "Amruta, I know you don’t trust me right now, but please—at least don’t get close to him in front of me. It hurts, Amu."

Amruta’s eyes flash with annoyance at the nickname. She straightens in her seat, casting a glance at Abhiraj, who smirks, enjoying the situation.

Amruta: (coldly) "Don’t call me Amu. And stay out of my life, Virat."

Abhiraj chimes in, his voice laced with mockery as he wraps an arm around Amruta’s shoulders, pulling her closer.

Abhiraj: (smirking) "See, Virat? She’s fine with me. You should really stop interfering between us."

Virat's heart races with frustration and helplessness as he watches Abhiraj’s possessive demeanour. He feels the walls closing in around him, the weight of Amruta’s rejection heavy on his chest. Determined, he steels himself, vowing to find a way to reveal the truth.

Virat: (to himself, resolute) "I will bring the truth to light. I won’t let him keep you away from me."

As he turns to head back to his seat, he catches Amruta's eye for a fleeting moment. There’s a flicker of pain in her gaze, and for a brief second, he feels a glimmer of hope that she might still remember the bond they shared. But it quickly fades as she looks away, lost in her conflicted thoughts.
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Abhiraj stands next to his car, a confident smirk on his face as he gestures for Amruta to join him.

Abhiraj: (enthusiastically) "I’ll drop you home, Amruta. Let’s get out of here."

Before she can respond, Virat steps forward, his expression stern and protective.

Virat: (firmly) "You will not go anywhere alone with him."

Amruta rolls her eyes, annoyance flickering across her face as she turns to Virat.

Amruta: (irritated) "This isn’t your decision to make, Virat."

Abhiraj’s smile fades slightly, replaced by a flash of anger. He steps closer to Amruta, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively.

Abhiraj: (defiantly) "Stop interfering in her life, Virat."

With that, Abhiraj pulls Amruta toward his car, but before they can reach it, Virat swiftly moves around and jumps into the backseat, blocking their exit.

Virat: (determined) "I can’t take the risk of sending her with you. Drive, Abhiraj."

Amruta, caught between the two, crosses her arms and leans back in her seat, visibly irritated. She turns to Virat with a challenging gaze.

Amruta: (dismissively) "This is ridiculous! I’m an adult; I can make my own choices."

Abhiraj clenches his jaw, his frustration boiling beneath the surface as he realizes he’s lost yet another opportunity to be alone with Amruta. He grits his teeth, fighting to maintain his composure as he slides into the driver’s seat.

Abhiraj: (muttering) "This isn’t over, Virat."

As he starts the car, the tension is palpable. Amruta stares out the window, her mind racing with conflicting emotions—frustration at the boys for fighting over her, confusion about her feelings for both, and a lingering sense of vulnerability.

The car pulls out of the parking lot, with Virat's protective presence overshadowing Abhiraj's attempts to gain Amruta’s favour. As they drive, the silence inside the car is thick with unspoken words, each grappling with their own thoughts and desires, all while the stakes of their complicated relationships continue to rise.

The car pulls up in front of Amruta’s building, and she quickly unbuckles her seatbelt, eager to escape the suffocating tension between the two brothers. As she opens the door to leave, Abhiraj steps out with her, pretending to be polite but with something darker in his eyes.

Amruta: (curtly) "Thanks for the ride, Abhiraj. Goodbye."

Just as she turns to walk away, Abhiraj seizes the moment, pulling her into an unwelcome hug. His hands slide down to her waist, caressing her in a way that sends a shiver of discomfort down her spine. Leaning in, he whispers into her ear, his voice filled with smugness.

Abhiraj: (whispering, smirking at Virat) "Goodnight, Amruta."

Amruta stiffens, clearly uncomfortable. She pushes him away and is about to say something, but before she can react, Virat storms toward them, fury blazing in his eyes. He grabs Abhiraj and, without hesitation, lands a solid punch to his jaw.

Virat: (furiously) "I warned you! Never touch her like that again!"

Amruta is furious, her eyes widening in disbelief at the two brothers once again fighting over her. She throws her hands up in exasperation and storms off toward her building.

Amruta: (angrily) "You both disgust me!"

As she disappears into the building, leaving the brothers behind, Abhiraj straightens himself, wiping the blood from his lip. Instead of retaliating, he laughs—a cold, sinister sound that grates on Virat’s nerves.

Abhiraj: (mockingly) "You really think that’s the worst of it, Virat? I’ve touched her more than that. Remember that morning? She was all mine."

The words hit Virat like a knife. His body tenses with rage as he grabs Abhiraj by the collar, slamming him against the car with a force that makes Abhiraj wince.

Virat: (strangling him, voice low and dangerous) "You bastard! I will prove my innocence to her soon, and when I do, you’ll rot in jail for what you did. Mark my words."

Abhiraj struggles to breathe but manages to smirk even as Virat’s grip tightens around his throat.

Abhiraj: (gasping, smirking) "We’ll see, brother. We’ll see who she believes in the end."

Virat’s eyes burn with fury as he releases Abhiraj, pushing him away with disgust. He watches as Abhiraj stumbles back, still smirking, knowing this war between them has only just begun.

As Virat turns away, his mind races with determination—he has to find proof, something that will show Amruta the truth about Abhiraj’s lies. And when he does, Abhiraj will pay for everything.
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Amruta sits on the edge of her bed, her mind swirling with confusion and exhaustion. She leans back, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the events that have turned her life upside down. The constant tension between Virat and Abhiraj has left her feeling emotionally drained.

Amruta: (thinking to herself) "Why do I feel so uneasy when Abhiraj touches me? Every time he gets close, I just... I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right."

She closes her eyes, flashes of the past few days playing in her mind. Abhiraj's lingering touches, his whispered words—there was always something off about it, but her thoughts drift to Virat. His confession about their night together feels like a betrayal. Her chest tightens as she remembers his insistence that they made love.

Amruta: (thinking, frustrated) "But how could Virat lie about something like that? I was with Abhiraj... right? I woke up next to him. Virat can’t be telling the truth. He’s just trying to manipulate me."

She shakes her head, trying to brush away the doubts. It’s too much to process—Virat’s claims, Abhiraj’s obsession, the tension between them. Both brothers were fighting like kids, and she felt like she was caught in the middle of something beyond her control.

Amruta: (sighing, resigned) "I need to stop overthinking this. It’s all so messed up."

She lies down, hoping to relax her mind, but the unease lingers. The brothers’ behaviour, their constant rivalry—it all weighs heavily on her. Even as she tries to push the thoughts away, something deep inside tells her that she can’t ignore this feeling forever. But for now, she just wants peace from the madness.

Amruta closes her eyes, determined to block out the turmoil, if only for a little while.
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Abhiraj walks into the Girewal mansion, his face lit up with a twisted sense of triumph. He finds his mother, Kavita, lounging in the living room, sipping her evening tea. She glances at him, immediately noticing the smug grin on his face.

Kavita: (curious, smiling) "You look unusually pleased today. Something tells me you have good news?"

Abhiraj smirks, sitting beside her, leaning in as if to share a secret.

Abhiraj: (confidently) "I’ve done it, Mom. I’ve created such a deep misunderstanding between Amruta and Virat that she now hates him. She won’t even look at him. He’s out of the picture, and now... now it’s just me and her."

Kavita beams with pride, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Kavita: (proudly) "I knew you’d do it, beta. I’m so happy for you. Amruta will be a beautiful bahu for this family. Just make sure you bring her home soon."

Abhiraj chuckles darkly, his mind already plotting his next move.

Abhiraj: (determined) "Soon, Mom. Very soon. I’ve broken her trust in Virat, and now, all that’s left is to get her to sign those marriage papers. Once she does, she’ll be mine forever. No one will come between us—not even her."

Kavita nods approvingly, sipping her tea, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Kavita: (softly) "Good. Just make sure you don’t rush. Play it smart, Abhiraj. Once she’s yours legally, she won’t have a choice."

Abhiraj: (smirking) "I know, Mom. I’ve waited long enough for this. Amruta won’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late. And when it is, she’ll have no way out."

Kavita smiles, pleased with her son’s determination, while Abhiraj leans back, envisioning his twisted victory. The manipulation, the lies—everything was leading to this moment, and soon, Amruta would be bound to him, with no escape.
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Two days have passed since the tension between Virat, Abhiraj, and Amruta reached its peak. The three of them sit around a table in a sleek meeting room, discussing their project, though the atmosphere is strained. Amruta avoids looking at Virat, her trust in him shattered. Abhiraj sits smugly, confident that he has won this battle. But Virat’s expression is unusually calm, too calm.

Virat: (leaning back, voice steady) "Before we move forward with the project, I think there’s something we all need to see."

He pulls out his phone, connecting it to the screen on the wall. Both Amruta and Abhiraj exchange puzzled glances as the video begins to play. The footage shows Virat, unconscious, being carried by Abhiraj to his room. Then, with precision, Abhiraj sneaks back into the hallway and enters Amruta's room.

Amruta’s eyes widen as the truth unfolds before her. She watches the video in disbelief, her body tense as the betrayal sinks in. The room is thick with silence as the video ends. Abhiraj, now visibly shaken, glances nervously between Amruta and Virat.

Amruta: (shocked, voice trembling) "I... I trusted you, Abhiraj. How could you? You played these disgusting games with me."

Abhiraj starts to speak, but before he can get a word out, Amruta stands up abruptly and slaps him hard across the face. The sound echoes through the room as Abhiraj stumbles back, clutching his cheek, stunned by her fury.

Amruta: (her voice shaking with rage) "You made me believe lies! You manipulated me, tried to control me, and you dared to touch me like that after spiking my drink? I thought you were my friend!"

Abhiraj stands frozen, his face turning red with humiliation, but before he can defend himself, Virat rises from his seat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Virat: (furiously) "You think you can mess with her like that? You think you can just ruin her life and get away with it? Well, think again, Abhiraj."

Virat steps forward, his voice cold and commanding.

Virat: (pointing at Abhiraj) "Now, you're going to rot in jail for what you’ve done. You dared to touch her, to manipulate her, and now you’ll pay for it."

Abhiraj’s face pales as the reality of his situation begins to sink in. He looks to Amruta for some kind of mercy, but her face is hard, filled with nothing but anger and disgust.

Abhiraj: (desperately) "Amruta, please, you have to understand! It wasn’t supposed to go this far—"

Amruta: (cutting him off coldly) "Save your excuses. You ruined any chance of trust the moment you lied and tried to control me. There’s nothing left to say."

She turns her back on him, her decision final. Abhiraj’s smirk is long gone, replaced by a look of sheer panic as Virat pulls out his phone, dialling the authorities.

Virat: (to Abhiraj, with a final glare) "You’re finished, Abhiraj."

As the weight of the situation hits, Abhiraj stands in silence, realizing he’s lost everything—the project, Amruta, and his freedom.

Virat’s hand hovers over his phone, ready to call the cops, but Amruta’s words stop him. He pulls her into his office, shutting the door behind them as Abhiraj stands in the meeting room, confused yet relieved by her intervention.

Virat: (his voice low and furious) "Amu, why? He spiked your drink, touched you, and manipulated everything. He deserves to be punished for this. If I hadn’t been there—"

Amruta: (interrupting softly, her voice filled with guilt) "I know, Virat. Everything you’re saying is right. He did horrible things. But... what shames me the most isn't what he did."

She pauses, her eyes welling up with tears, her emotions overwhelming her.

Amruta: (voice breaking) "I’m not ashamed of him seeing me without clothes or touching me, Virat. I’m ashamed because I didn’t trust you. I doubted you, and I let myself believe the worst about you when deep down, I knew you’d never hurt me."

Virat’s anger softens as he watches her struggle with the weight of her guilt. His eyes reflect his pain, not just for what Abhiraj did but for the distance it created between them.

Virat: (gently, stepping closer to her) "Amu, none of this is your fault. You were lied to, manipulated. It’s him who should be ashamed, not you. You were only reacting to the lies he fed you."

Amruta shakes her head, wiping her tears as she looks up at him.

Amruta: "But I let myself be played, Virat. I should’ve trusted you. I should’ve known better, and now, I’m the one who has to live with the fact that I pushed you away."

Virat gently holds her by the shoulders, his gaze soft yet determined.

Virat: "Don’t do this to yourself. You weren’t in control. He took advantage of the situation, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I know you were confused, hurt, and it’s okay. But Abhiraj can’t get away with this, Amu. He’s dangerous."

Amruta: (sighing, her resolve firming) "I know he’s dangerous, but... I don’t want to be dragged through this any more than I already have. I’ve had enough of this chaos. I want to move forward, not be tied to this mess any longer."

Virat looks at her, conflicted. He wants justice for her, but he also respects her need to heal and move on.

Virat: (softly, but still determined) "If we let him walk away from this, he’ll do it again—to someone else, maybe worse. He deserves to face the consequences, Amu. But... I’ll support whatever decision you make."

Amruta takes a deep breath, looking into his eyes, realizing the weight of the decision she holds in her hands.

Amruta: (quietly, but firmly) "I need time, Virat. I need to figure out how to move forward. But I promise... I won’t let him control any more of my life. Not through fear, not through guilt."

Virat nods, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

Virat: "Whatever you decide, I’ll stand by you. Always."

They stand together, united in their next steps, knowing that while the road ahead may still be difficult, they will face it together.

Virat pulls back slightly from their embrace, his hands still resting on Amruta’s shoulders. His eyes soften, filled with the emotions he’s kept bottled up for so long.

Virat: (gently, his voice trembling with vulnerability) "Amu... I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I don’t want to live without you—not now, not ever."

Amruta’s eyes widen slightly, taking in his confession. She knew he loved her, but hearing him say the words makes her heart race. She lowers her gaze for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

Amruta: (quietly, but sincere) "Virat, it took me time to understand what I feel. This whole situation has been so confusing, but... I’ve realized something too."

She looks up, meeting his eyes with honesty.

Amruta: "I do have feelings for you. Maybe they’re not as strong as what you feel for me yet, but they’re more than just friendship. I... I care about you. I want to see where this goes."

Virat’s breath hitches as he listens to her. Relief and hope flood his chest. He gently cups her face in his hands, his touch tender.

Virat: (softly) "That’s all I need to hear, Amu. We don’t have to rush anything. Just knowing you feel something for me is enough. We’ll take it one step at a time, together."

Amruta nods, her heart easing as she leans into his touch. There’s no pressure, no expectations—just the promise of exploring something new and real between them.

Amruta: (smiling softly) "One step at a time... I like that."

They share a quiet moment, the weight of everything that had happened slowly lifting off their shoulders, making way for something beautiful to begin.

Virat and Amruta stand side by side as they enter the conference room where Abhiraj is waiting. The tension is palpable. Abhiraj's once confident smirk is gone, replaced by a nervous energy. He knows the confrontation is coming. Virat steps forward, his expression hard as stone.

Virat: (firmly) "Abhiraj, we’ve made a decision. You’re going to be transferred to a different office. I can’t stand the thought of you being anywhere near Amruta after what you’ve done."

Abhiraj's eyes widen in panic. He immediately drops his usual smug demeanour, stepping closer in desperation.

Abhiraj: (pleading) "Virat, no! Please, don’t send me away. I’m sorry... I know I’ve done terrible things, but I swear I’ll change. I’ll stay away from her, I’ll behave—I promise. Just don’t send me away from here. This is all I have."

Amruta steps forward, her voice cold and resolute. She feels nothing but disgust when she looks at him now.

Amruta: (with disdain) "After everything you’ve done, Abhiraj, I don’t even want to see your face anymore. You manipulated me, violated my trust, and tried to ruin my life."

Abhiraj’s eyes flick to Amruta, seeing the finality in her expression. He looks at Virat, searching for any sign of mercy, but Virat’s face is unyielding.

Virat: (his voice steely) "You crossed a line, Abhiraj. Consider yourself fortunate that she stopped me from handing you over to the authorities. But don’t think for a second that means we’re going to let you off easy. You’re being moved far from here, and if I even hear a whisper of you trying to come near Amruta again, I won’t hold back."

Abhiraj lowers his head, knowing he’s lost. His mind races, trying to find a way out, but there’s no room for manipulation now. He’s cornered.

Abhiraj: (quietly) "I... I understand."

Virat glances at Amruta, who gives him a slight nod of approval. Without another word, they turn to leave, leaving Abhiraj standing alone, the weight of his actions finally sinking in. For the first time, he feels the true consequences of his obsession.

As they walk out, Amruta feels a sense of closure, knowing she can finally move on without the shadow of Abhiraj looming over her. Virat, while still angry, is relieved knowing that Amruta is safe from his brother’s manipulations.

Amruta: (softly, to Virat as they leave) "I’m glad that’s over."

Virat: (nodding, gently squeezing her hand) "So am I. We’ll never let him come between us again."
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The Ahuja family is gathered around the dining table, enjoying their meal. The atmosphere is warm and lively. Virat sits at the head of the table, casually scrolling through his phone. A soft smile plays on his lips as he reads a message from Amruta. His sister, Nimmi, immediately catches on.

Nimmi: (teasingly) "Bhaiii, kya baat hai? Shimla ka asar lagta hai! You're smiling at your phone for the past ten minutes."

Virat, startled, quickly puts his phone down, trying to play it cool.

Virat: (feigning seriousness) "Chup reh, Nimmi. Jyada mat bol."

Nimmi grins and looks around the table, instantly involving the rest of the family. His parents, Babita and Dildar Ahuja, and his other sister, Anjali, exchange amused glances.

Babita: (raising an eyebrow, smirking) "Virat, beta, Nimmi’s right. You seem different these days. Shimla ne kya jaadu kar diya hai?"

Dildar: (chuckling) "Looks like our son is in love, Babita! He can’t hide it any longer."

Virat, flustered by the sudden attention, tries to brush it off but can’t stop the smile that creeps onto his face. The teasing intensifies as his family surrounds him.

Nimmi: (giggling) "Bhai, don’t deny it! Come on, admit it. Who’s the lucky girl?"

Virat tries to keep up the charade but finally gives in. He shakes his head, unable to keep the secret anymore.

Virat: (sighing with a smile) "Alright, alright… fine. I admit it. I’m in love."

The entire family falls into a shocked silence for a moment before bursting into excited chatter.

Anjali: (grinning) "What?! Virat Ahuja is finally in love? I never thought I’d see the day!"

Babita: (playfully nudging him) "Oh my God, Virat! Yeh kaun hai? Batao humein!"

Dildar: (laughing heartily) "I knew Shimla wasn’t just about work! So, tell us, when are we meeting this girl?"

Virat, now fully relaxed, leans back in his chair, unable to hide the happiness on his face.

Virat: (with a soft smile) "Soon, Dad. Soon. But for now… let's just say she’s someone really special."

Nimmi claps her hands, excited to finally have something to tease her brother about.

Nimmi: "I can’t wait to meet her! Bhai in love—this is going to be fun!"

The family continues to laugh and chat, and Virat, for the first time in a long while, feels at peace, surrounded by the warmth of his family and the thought of Amruta filling his heart with hope for the future.
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Amruta enters Virat’s cabin, her mind focused on work. She looks around, noticing the absence of her boss. Just as she’s about to leave, she feels a familiar presence behind her. Before she can react, Virat hugs her from behind, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

Virat: (playfully, his voice low) "Kahan chali, manchali?"

Amruta stiffens momentarily, surprised by the unexpected embrace, but a smile quickly replaces her initial reaction. She turns to face him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Amruta: (playfully but firm) "Stop it, Virat. This is the office. Be professional!"

Virat feigns a pout, leaning closer, his gaze teasing yet sincere.

Virat: (grinning) "I try to be professional, but it’s difficult with you around."

She can’t help but laugh at his charm, her heart fluttering slightly at his words. Amruta regains her composure, gently pushing him back a bit to create some distance.

Amruta: (seriously, but with a hint of warmth) "I really need to discuss something about a project."

Virat raises an eyebrow, his playful demeanour unwavering as he leans against his desk, crossing his arms in mock seriousness.

Virat: "Ye sab toh chalte rahega. Now give me a kiss first."

Amruta bites her lip, trying to suppress a smile as she considers his request. The playful tension hangs in the air, making it hard to maintain a strictly professional demeanour.

Amruta: (sighing with a mock sternness) "Virat, this isn’t how we should handle our meetings."

But the twinkle in her eyes betrays her amusement. Virat steps closer again, leaning in slightly, his gaze intense yet inviting.

Virat: (softly) "Just one kiss, Amu. I promise it’ll make the meeting much more enjoyable."

With a playful roll of her eyes, Amruta knows she can’t resist the charm he exudes. She leans in, their faces inches apart, her heart racing as she inches closer to him.

Amruta: (teasingly) "Fine, but just one."

As their lips meet, the world around them fades, and for that brief moment, it feels like the office and all its responsibilities vanish, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble of happiness
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As Virat kisses Amruta, their lips moving with an urgent passion, he pulls back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Virat: (breathless) "Can I come over to your place tonight?"

Amruta raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she gently separates herself from him, creating a bit of distance.

Amruta: "You’re always at my place these days. Aren’t your parents curious about where you go?"

Virat leans back slightly, his gaze unwavering, and replies with confidence.

Virat: "They know I’m in love and that I’m with you."

Amruta’s smile falters slightly as she looks at him, intrigued.

Amruta: "When did you tell them?"

Virat: (nuzzling her neck) "It’s been a while."

She gently pushes him away, their playful banter taking a serious turn as she crosses her arms.

Amruta: "Why didn’t you tell me?"

Virat shrugs, trying to play it off casually, but she can see the hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Virat: "It might have slipped my mind."

Amruta rolls her eyes, an amused yet frustrated expression crossing her face.

Amruta: "So you remember kissing, hugging, and making love, but the important things just slip away?"

Virat chuckles softly, stepping closer again, his expression softening as he gazes into her eyes.

Virat: "I guess I get a little lost in the moment with you."

Amruta can’t help but smile at his honesty, her heart warming at his affection. She shakes her head, feigning exasperation.

Amruta: "You know, if you keep this up, I might just start to think you’re serious about me."

Virat's playful demeanour shifts to something more earnest as he takes her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Virat: "I am serious, Amu. More than you know. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with all of this."

Amruta gazes into his eyes, feeling the weight of his sincerity. The moment stretches between them, filled with unspoken promises and the thrill of new beginnings.

Amruta: (softly) "Well, in that case, you’d better keep remembering the important things."

With a playful smile, she leans in for another kiss, their laughter mingling as they both feel the undeniable connection growing stronger between them.
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Amruta and Virat sit at a small, candle-lit table, the warm glow casting soft shadows on their faces. Laughter fills the air as they share stories and playful banter, creating a bubble of intimacy around them.

Virat: (leaning closer, a mischievous grin on his face) "So, are you going to finish that dessert, or should I help you with it?"

Amruta playfully rolls her eyes, shaking her head with a smile.

Amruta: "As if you need any help finishing it, you always have your eyes on my food!"

Virat chuckles and leans in, attempting to steal a quick kiss, but Amruta giggles and turns her face away just in time.

Virat: "Come on, just one tiny kiss for a bite of dessert?"

Amruta laughs, enjoying the light-hearted teasing.

Amruta: "Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that!"

As the evening progresses, Virat manages to sneak in a few kisses between bites of food and laughter, both of them lost in their own world.

Unbeknownst to them, Abhiraj watches from a distance, his expression darkening as he sees their undeniable chemistry. The clinking of glasses and the warmth of laughter surround them, but to him, it feels suffocating.

Abhiraj: (to himself, clenching his fists) "Soon you’ll be with me, Amruta. I will not let Virat separate you from me."

His gaze hardens, filled with determination and a hint of jealousy, as he plots his next move to reclaim what he believes should be his.

Amruta and Virat remain blissfully unaware of the watchful eyes lingering on them, continuing to enjoy their evening, each moment pulling them closer together, as the connection between them deepens.

Amruta and Virat walk hand-in-hand towards her house, laughter echoing in the air as they reminisce about their fun evening. Unbeknownst to them, Abhiraj lurks a short distance behind, his expression a mix of frustration and determination as he silently follows them.

Virat, suddenly scoops Amruta up into his arms, grinning widely.

Virat: (playfully) "Tonight, you’re my princess. To your room, we go!"

Amruta laughs, feigning annoyance but secretly loving the attention. As he carries her, she playfully protests.

Amruta: "Virat, nothing is happening tonight! I’m exhausted!"

He pouts, trying to convince her with his puppy dog eyes.

Virat: "Just a little bit, please? I promise it’ll be fun!"

Amruta shakes her head, crossing her arms as she tries to stand her ground.

Amruta: "No means no! Just one kiss, and I know how that one kiss will lead to... well, you know."

Virat raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his lips.

Virat: "I can’t help it if you make it so tempting!"

Despite her words, Amruta can’t help but smile at his charm. They share a warm embrace, the kind that speaks volumes about their connection. She leans into him, feeling safe and cherished.

After a moment, they reluctantly pull apart, the laughter and teasing fading into a comfortable silence. Virat lays her down gently on the bed, and they settle in for the night.

As they cuddle together, Virat whispers softly, brushing his lips against her forehead.

Virat: "Goodnight, Amu."

Amruta smiles, her eyes fluttering shut as she feels the warmth of his presence beside her.

Amruta: "Goodnight, Virat."

Outside, Abhiraj watches through the window, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He clenches his fists, feeling the sting of jealousy but determined to not let this moment slip away from him.
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The soft morning light spills into Amruta's room, casting a warm glow over the bed where she and Virat are still nestled under the covers. The doorbell rings, breaking the peaceful silence.

Amruta stirs slightly, turning to Virat with a sleepy frown.

Amruta: (nudging him) "Virat, go check who it is."

Virat, half-asleep and clearly wanting to avoid the responsibility, groans and pulls the pillow over his head.

Virat: "It’s your house, Amu. You check. Let me sleep, please."

Annoyed, Amruta sits up, her patience wearing thin. She playfully kicks him out of frustration.

Amruta: "Fine! Lazy bones!"

She throws the covers aside and gets out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she makes her way to the door. Opening it, she finds no one there, the hallway eerily quiet.

Confused, she steps outside, looking around for any sign of the visitor. Suddenly, she feels a strong grip from behind, a cloth is placed over her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock as the scent of chloroform hits her nostrils.

Amruta: (muffled) "Mmmph—"

Before she can react, darkness envelops her, and she faints. Abhiraj, lurking in the shadows, smirks as he swiftly carries her to his waiting car.

Abhiraj: (muttering to himself) "Finally, Amruta. You’re mine."

He gently places her in the back seat, securing her with a seatbelt, ensuring she remains unconscious. The smirk never leaves his face as he slides into the driver's seat, a sense of triumph washing over him.

As he starts the engine, he glances back at her, determination in his eyes.

Abhiraj: "Don’t worry, my love. I’ll take care of you, and soon you’ll realize where you truly belong."

With that, he drives off, leaving the serene morning behind, heading toward an uncertain fate for Amruta.
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Virat stirs awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, calling out for Amruta.

Virat: "Amu? Where are you?"

He gets out of bed, walking into the living room, calling her name again, his voice rising with concern.

Virat: "Amu, stop playing around! It’s too early for games!"

He checks the washroom, finding it empty, and his worry deepens.

Virat: "This isn’t funny, Amu!"

As he steps out of the washroom, he notices the front door is ajar. An unsettling feeling creeps over him, and his heart races. He quickly walks to the door, spotting one of Amruta’s slippers near the entrance. A sinking realization hits him.

Virat: (to himself, panic rising) "No... Something's wrong."

He rushes down the stairs, heart pounding in his chest, and approaches the guard at the entrance of the building.

Virat: "Hey! I need you to check the CCTV footage, now!"

The guard nods, sensing the urgency in Virat’s voice. They move to the monitor, and the guard rewinds the footage. Virat watches intently as the screen flickers to life, showing the early morning scenes of the entrance.

They see Amruta standing at the door, looking confused, before she’s suddenly grabbed from behind. The camera captures Abhiraj, a smirk on his face, as he carries her away to his car.

Virat: (eyes widening in horror) "No... No! Abhiraj!"

Fear grips him as he watches the footage, feeling utterly helpless. His mind races with possibilities, the dread of what Abhiraj might do next consuming him.

Virat: (voice shaking) "We need to call the cops. Now!"

He turns back to the guard, his expression filled with determination and anger.

Virat: "I won’t let him get away with this. Amu needs me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to bring her back!"

With newfound urgency, Virat springs into action, ready to confront Abhiraj and save Amruta from his clutches.
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Amruta blinks awake, her mind foggy as she tries to comprehend her surroundings. The room is lavishly decorated, but all she feels is confusion and fear. Just then, she hears footsteps approaching.

Kavita: (entering the room with concern) "Are you alright, beta?"

Amruta turns to the woman, her heart racing.

Amruta: "Who are you?"

Kavita: "I’m Kavita."

At that moment, Abhiraj strides into the room, a smug expression on his face.

Abhiraj: "Kavita Girewal, my mother."

Amruta’s eyes widen in shock and anger as she processes his words.

Amruta: "You! How dare you bring me here?"

Abhiraj smirks, clearly unfazed by her outrage.

Abhiraj: "You’ll thank me later. Now, wear these clothes and get ready. We’re getting married."

Amruta laughs incredulously, shaking her head in disbelief.

Amruta: "Married to you? Huh, never! You must be out of your mind!"

Abhiraj steps closer, his expression turning serious.

Abhiraj: "You don’t have a choice, Amruta. You belong with me now. I won’t let anyone, not even Virat, come between us."

Amruta feels a wave of anger and determination rise within her.

Amruta: "You can’t force me into this. I don’t love you, Abhiraj!"

He moves in closer, his tone firm yet persuasive.

Abhiraj: "Love will come, Amu. Just give it time. Trust me, once you embrace this, you’ll realize how perfect we are together."

Amruta narrows her eyes, refusing to back down.

Amruta: "This isn’t love, Abhiraj. This is manipulation. I won’t let you control my life."

Kavita watches the exchange, a mix of concern and curiosity in her eyes.

Kavita: "Abhiraj, maybe we should give her some time to adjust. This is a lot for her."

Abhiraj’s frustration is palpable as he turns to his mother.

Abhiraj: "No! She needs to understand that this is what’s best for her. Amruta, whether you like it or not, you’re part of this family now."

Amruta glares at him, her resolve strengthening.

Amruta: "I will find a way out of this, Abhiraj. You can’t keep me here against my will."

Abhiraj steps back, his expression darkening, but Amruta stands her ground, refusing to be intimidated.

Kavita leaves the room, casting a worried glance back at Amruta as she exits. The door clicks shut, leaving Amruta alone with Abhiraj, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Amruta: (defiantly) "I will die before I marry you!"

Abhiraj steps closer, a smirk playing on his lips.

Abhiraj: "Do whatever you want, Amruta, but for now, change into the wedding lehenga."

Amruta crosses her arms, shaking her head vehemently.

Amruta: "In your dreams!"

Abhiraj narrows his eyes, his expression shifting from playful to serious as he advances toward her.

Abhiraj: "Wear it, or I will make you wear it. And trust me, I’d love to do that." (He reaches out, brushing his fingers along her waist.)

Amruta recoils, pushing him away with all her strength.

Amruta: "Don’t you dare touch me!"

Abhiraj’s smirk fades slightly, replaced by a glint of determination in his eyes.

Abhiraj: "You can fight all you want, but you know deep down that this is inevitable. You will be mine."

Amruta backs away, her heart racing, desperately searching for a way to escape.

Amruta: "I’d rather be alone than be with you. I’ll find a way out of this—"

Abhiraj interrupts her, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper.

Abhiraj: "You think you can just walk away?  You’re with me now, whether you like it or not."

He takes a step closer, but Amruta holds her ground, a fierce determination in her eyes.

Amruta: "You underestimate me, Abhiraj. I won’t let you control my life or dictate my choices."

Abhiraj chuckles darkly, seemingly unfazed by her defiance.

Abhiraj: "Oh, Amruta. You have no idea what I’m capable of. But I promise, once you embrace this, you’ll realize how much better life can be with me."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against his words.

Amruta: "I’ll never embrace anything with you. I’ll fight this with everything I have."

Abhiraj’s expression hardens, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.

Abhiraj: "Then we’ll see how long your fight lasts. But remember, I always get what I want."

Amruta stands firm, refusing to give in to Abhiraj's demands. Her heart races as she watches him move toward a small table where syringes and vials are laid out. Realization dawns on her, and panic sets in.

Amruta: (voice shaking) "What are you doing, Abhiraj? You can’t force me into this!"

Abhiraj smirks, holding up a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

Abhiraj: "Oh, but I can, Amruta. This will make things much easier for both of us."

Before she can react, he swiftly approaches her, pinning her against the wall. She struggles, but he holds her firmly.

Amruta: "No! You can’t do this! You’ll regret it!"

Ignoring her protests, Abhiraj injects the drug into her arm. Amruta gasps, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her as the substance takes effect.

Abhiraj: (stepping back, satisfied) "Now, my beautiful bride, just relax. You’ll feel much better soon."

He pulls out his phone, dialling his mother with a gleeful expression.

Abhiraj: "Mom, meri dulhan ko taiyar kijiye."

He hangs up, a triumphant smile plastered on his face, then walks to his wardrobe to get ready for the wedding, oblivious to the horror of his actions.

Amruta's vision blurs as she sinks to the floor, struggling to fight the effects of the drug. Desperation fills her heart as she whispers to herself.

Amruta: (weakly) "I won't let you do this to me... I won’t..."

Her mind races, searching for a way out, but the drug pulls her deeper into a haze. As she tries to fight it, she hears Abhiraj’s laughter in the background, echoing her worst fears.

Abhiraj: (calling out, half-laughing) "This is just the beginning, Amruta. Soon, you’ll be mine in every way."

As Abhiraj prepares, Amruta's thoughts turn to Virat. She remembers his kindness, his love, and how fiercely he would protect her. Summoning all her strength, she whispers a silent plea for help, hoping he can sense her distress and come to her aid before it’s too late.
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As the police survey the empty rooms, the sudden flicker of a large screen catches their attention, illuminating Abhiraj's smug face in a groom's costume. He grins, the taunting glint in his eyes sending a wave of anger through Virat.

Abhiraj: (smirking at the camera) "Hello, brother! Meet your bhabi! Right now, she’s not in her senses, but by the time she wakes up, she’ll be married to me!" (He laughs, his voice dripping with arrogance.) "Isn’t it romantic?"

Virat's heart drops at the sight, panic clawing at his chest. He feels helpless as Abhiraj continues to taunt him.

Virat: (clenching his fists, frustration boiling over) "You monster! Where is Amruta? What have you done to her?"

The police officers exchange concerned glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. One of the officers approaches the screen, trying to analyse the feed for clues.

Police Officer: "This has to be a setup. They’ve used a recording to throw us off their trail. We need to get to the location where this was filmed."

Virat watches Abhiraj's smug expression flicker across the screen, and his mind races. Desperation floods him as he tries to think of Amruta, and the fear of losing her drives him to act.

Virat: (turning to the officers) "We have to track down where this video was made. He can’t be far; we need to find her before it’s too late!"

The officers scramble to check the equipment while Virat's eyes burn with determination.

Police Officer: "We’re checking for any signals or metadata associated with this broadcast. Stay close, Virat. We’ll find her."

As they work, Virat feels a surge of anger, recalling all the moments he and Amruta had shared—the laughter, the stolen kisses, the promises they made to each other. He can’t let Abhiraj ruin that.

Virat: (muttering to himself) "I won’t let you take her from me. I’ll find you, Amruta."

Suddenly, one of the officer’s shouts, breaking through the tense atmosphere.

Police Officer: "We’ve got a lead! The video was streamed from a nearby location!"

Virat’s heart races as the officer continues to relay information.

Police Officer: "It looks like they’ve set up a temporary venue. We can reach there quickly if we hurry!"

Without wasting a second, Virat charges toward the exit, adrenaline surging through him.

Virat: "Let’s go! We’re not letting Abhiraj get away with this!"
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Amruta sits on the edge of a lavish bed, her mind clouded by the drug that Abhiraj injected her with. The bridal attire clings to her, a stark contrast to the horror of her situation. She blinks slowly, struggling to process the reality around her, but the edges of her consciousness blur. Suddenly, Abhiraj steps into the room, his demeanour both predatory and excited.

Abhiraj: (leaning in closer, a smirk playing on his lips) "Look at you, my beautiful bride. You’ll see everything, but you won’t be able to fight it." (He inches closer, the intoxicating scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses.)

Amruta’s heart races, a mix of fear and confusion flooding her mind. She instinctively tries to back away, but the drug’s effects leave her weak and disoriented.

Amruta: (voice trembling) "What are you doing, Abhiraj? You can’t do this…"

He pauses, his face hovering inches from hers, and for a moment, it feels as if the air thickens between them. His gaze flickers with desire before he smirks again.

Abhiraj: "Let it be. Tonight will be our night." (He brushes a thumb over her cheek, his intentions clear.) "But first, let’s get married. I can’t wait to make you mine."

Before she can respond, Kavita bursts into the room, her excitement palpable as she claps her hands together.

Kavita: "Panditji is here! Bring her down now!" (Her voice carries a mother’s joy, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing in the room.)

Amruta’s mind races. The weight of Abhiraj’s intentions presses down on her, and she knows she must escape this nightmare, but the drug leaves her disoriented and unable to think clearly.

Amruta: (frantically) "No! You can’t do this! I won’t marry you!"

Abhiraj’s expression hardens, but he quickly replaces it with a charming smile as he takes her hand, forcing her to rise.

Abhiraj: "You don’t have a choice, my dear. Once we’re married, you’ll forget all about this little… hiccup."

He begins to lead her out of the room, the lavish hallway stretching before them, decorated for a wedding that Amruta never consented to. Each step feels heavy as she’s pulled deeper into this twisted fantasy.

As they reach the grand staircase, Amruta’s heart pounds in her chest. She can hear the faint sounds of chanting from the pandit downstairs, each word feeling like a countdown to her doom.

Kavita: (hurrying them along) "Come on, let’s not keep the guests waiting!"

In a moment of clarity, Amruta steels herself. She knows she must fight back, even if it feels hopeless. As they descend the staircase, she glances around for any opportunity to escape, her mind racing with desperation.

Amruta: (whispering to herself) "I have to find a way out…"

Abhiraj, sensing her tension, tightens his grip on her hand, pulling her closer as they reach the bottom of the stairs, where the wedding setup awaits, full of flowers and decorations—a stark contrast to the chaos brewing inside her mind.

Abhiraj: (grinning widely) "Welcome to the beginning of our forever, Amruta."

The ornate mandap is beautifully decorated, yet it feels suffocating to Amruta. She sits beside Abhiraj, who wears a smug expression, oblivious to her internal struggle. The panditji chants mantras, his voice echoing in the spacious hall as the wedding rituals commence.

Panditji: "Shubh muhurat has begun, let us begin the sacred rites..."

Amruta's heart races as she looks around desperately, searching for a way to escape this nightmare. She feels the weight of the bridal lehenga, which now seems like a prison, confining her to a fate she never chose.

Amruta: (voice trembling) "Please, stop! I won’t do this!" (She pleads with the panditji, but he merely continues his chanting, eyes fixed on the rituals.)

Abhiraj, undeterred by her protests, leans in closer, his hand poised to fill her maang with sindoor, the symbol of marriage. Just as he is about to make the act official, the air is pierced by the sound of gunfire.

The bullet strikes Abhiraj's hand, causing him to recoil in shock. He looks at his bleeding palm, disbelief etched on his face.

Abhiraj: (shouting) "What the—!"

Pandemonium erupts as the police storm into the venue, guns drawn. Virat pushes his way through the crowd, his eyes locking onto Amruta, who looks both terrified and relieved.

Virat: (rushing toward her) "Amruta!" (He envelops her in a tight embrace, relief flooding over him as he realizes she’s safe.) "I was so worried!"

Amruta clings to him, her heart racing from the adrenaline and the realization of what nearly happened.

Amruta: (voice shaking) "Virat! I was so scared,he was going to marry me!"

Abhiraj, still reeling from the shock of being shot, glares at Virat, fury and desperation in his eyes.

Abhiraj: (hissing through gritted teeth) "You won’t get away with this, brother! This is not over!"

Virat pulls Amruta closer, shielding her from Abhiraj’s rage.

Virat: (eyes blazing) "It is over, Abhiraj. You’re going to pay for everything you’ve done!"

The police move in to restrain Abhiraj, cuffing him as he struggles against them, still in disbelief that his plan has unravelled.

Amruta: (whispering to Virat) "How did you find me?"

Virat: (his expression softening) "I followed the trail and prayed I’d get here in time. I’m never letting you out of my sight again."

As Abhiraj is dragged away, he shouts out threats, but his words fall on deaf ears. Amruta breathes a sigh of relief, her heart finally beginning to calm.

Amruta: (turning to Virat) "Thank you for saving me. I was so lost."

Virat cups her face, his expression filled with tenderness and determination.

Virat: "You don’t ever have to be lost again, Amruta. I’ll always be here for you."

As the chaos of the wedding dissipates and Abhiraj is taken away by the police, Virat's attention snaps back to Amruta. He notices her swaying slightly, her face pale and eyes fluttering.

Virat: (frantically) "Amruta! Stay with me!" (He grips her shoulders, concern etching deep lines on his face.)

But Amruta's eyes roll back, and she collapses into his arms. Virat's heart drops as he realizes she’s unconscious, the effects of the drugs still coursing through her system.

Virat: (shouting to the police officers) "She needs help! Get a medic, now!"

The police, seeing Amruta’s state, spring into action. One officer rushes to call for an ambulance while others help Virat lay Amruta gently on the ground.

Kavita: (standing by, visibly shaken) "Oh my God, what have I done?" (Her hands tremble as she covers her mouth in horror, realizing the depth of her son’s actions.)

Virat: (turning to Kavita, frustration boiling over) "How could you let this happen, Maasi? He had no right to do this to her!"

Kavita looks down, tears brimming in her eyes, overwhelmed by guilt.

Kavita: (voice quivering) "I never thought... I thought he could change. I didn’t want to believe he was capable of this..."

Virat's anger simmers, but he knows they need to focus on Amruta. He gently lifts her, cradling her in his arms as he paces nervously.

Virat: (softly, more to himself than anyone) "Please, Amruta, don’t leave me like this."

The sirens of the ambulance pierce the air, drawing closer. Virat watches anxiously as the medics rush toward him.

Medic: (assessing Amruta) "What happened to her?"

Virat: (urgent) "She was drugged by Abhiraj. She’s unconscious and I don’t know how long it’s been."

The medics quickly start checking Amruta’s vitals, working efficiently to stabilize her condition.

Medic: "We need to get her to the hospital immediately. Let's move!"

As they place Amruta on a stretcher, Virat stays close, not wanting to leave her side.

Virat: (determined) "I’m coming with her."

The medics nod, allowing him to sit beside her as they rush her into the ambulance. Kavita watches, her heart heavy with regret, knowing she must take responsibility for her son’s actions.

Inside the ambulance, Virat holds Amruta's hand tightly, brushing her hair back from her face as they speed toward the hospital.

Virat: (voice thick with emotion) "Stay with me, Amruta. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise."
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As the city blurs past the windows, Virat feels a mixture of fear and hope, praying that Amruta will awaken and they can begin to heal from this traumatic night together.

The hospital room is dimly lit, a soft beeping sound coming from the machines monitoring Amruta’s vitals. Virat sits by her bedside, his face illuminated by the faint glow of the overhead light, eyes red and puffy from crying.

As the clock ticks past midnight, Amruta slowly opens her eyes, blinking against the harshness of the hospital lighting. She feels disoriented, but then her gaze lands on Virat, and she smiles faintly.

Virat: (seeing her awake, his heart leaps) "Amruta!" (He rushes to her side, tears streaming down his face.) "I thought I lost you. I’m so sorry... I failed to protect you."

Amruta reaches out, her fingers weakly brushing against his arm.

Amruta: (voice soft and reassuring) "Don’t blame yourself, Virat. You did everything you could. Maybe if you had gone to open the door, something worse might have happened."

Virat shakes his head, his emotions spilling over.

Virat: (choking on his words) "But I should have been there for you. I should have stopped him."

Amruta squeezes his hand gently, trying to calm him.

Amruta: "Listen to me, please. I’m here now, and I’m okay. That’s what matters. We’ll get through this together."

Virat looks deeply into her eyes, searching for the strength she always seemed to have, even in moments of vulnerability.

Amruta: (taking a deep breath) "I know this has been hard, but I want you to know something. I’m ready to tell my mother about us. I don’t want to be away from you anymore."

Virat’s heart swells with a mix of relief and joy, his tears still flowing but now tinged with hope.

Virat: (voice thick with emotion) "Really? You mean it? You want to get married?"

Amruta nods, a small smile breaking through her weariness.

Amruta: "Yes, Virat. I love you, and I want a future with you. No more secrets. No more running away."

Virat leans closer, pressing his forehead against hers, his heart racing as the weight of the world lifts slightly.

Virat: "I love you too, Amruta. I promise to protect you, to be there for you every step of the way."

Just then, the door opens and Virat's family enters, their faces a mix of relief and concern.

Nimmi: (seeing Amruta awake, rushing forward) "Amruta! Thank God you’re okay!"

Amruta’s smile widens as Virat holds her hand tighter, both feeling the warmth of his family surrounding them, ready to support their love.

Virat: (looking at his family with determination) "We’re going to get through this together. I’m going to marry Amruta, and nothing will come between us again."

His family exchanges glances, a mix of surprise and acceptance on their faces, but ultimately, love shines through.
As they gather around, Amruta feels a sense of peace wash over her. She may have faced darkness, but with Virat by her side, she knows they can conquer anything together.

The atmosphere is lightened by the teasing from Virat’s family, and Amruta can’t help but smile, the warmth of their love enveloping her.

Nimmi: (giggling) "You guys should get married soon! I mean, Virat bhai is practically living at Amruta’s place!"

Amruta turns crimson, her cheeks flushing as she exchanges a shy glance with Virat, who can’t help but chuckle.

Babita: (playfully nudging Virat) "Yes, yes! I don’t want to become a dadi before you two get married!"

Virat: (defensively, with a hint of a smirk) "Mom, we’re not that dumb! We’re just… taking our time."

The laughter fills the room, but suddenly the atmosphere shifts as the doctor walks in, clipboard in hand, looking serious. Virat’s smile fades slightly, replaced by a look of concern.

Doctor: (smiling gently) "Good to see you awake, Amruta. Everything is fine, but…"

Virat leans forward, anxiety creeping into his voice.

Virat: (urgent) "But what, Doctor? Is something wrong?"

The family watches in silence, sensing the tension in the air.

The doctor’s words hang in the air, catching everyone off guard. Virat’s eyes widen in disbelief, and Amruta’s face turns crimson as realization washes over her.

Doctor: (smiling reassuringly) "Nothing to worry about, Virat. But you'll have to take extra care of her, as she’s pregnant."

Virat stares at the doctor, his mind racing as he processes the news.

Virat: (stammering) "Pregnant? How...?"

Amruta looks down, a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes—excitement, fear, and embarrassment all at once. The family exchanges glances, and Nimmi can’t hold back her teasing any longer.

Nimmi: (grinning widely) "Well, we thought you were not dumb, Virat bhai! Guess you really did make some memories!"

The family erupts into laughter, filling the room with light hearted banter. Virat, still stunned, tries to regain his composure while Amruta buries her face in her hands, mortified.

Babita: (playfully) "Oh dear, I didn’t think you two would surprise us like this! A wedding and a baby all at once! You’re really making up for lost time, aren’t you?"

Virat finally shakes his head, breaking into a smile despite the initial shock.

Virat: (teasingly) "Alright, I admit I may have gotten a little carried away. But this is incredible! I mean, it’s not the best way to find out, but it’s amazing!"

Amruta looks at him, her cheeks still flushed but her heart swelling with happiness.

Amruta: (softly) "You’re really okay with this, Virat?"

Virat: (holding her hand tightly) "Of course! I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of you and our baby. You two are my world."

The family continues to tease them, creating a joyous atmosphere despite the circumstances. The warmth of laughter fills the room as they share in this unexpected yet beautiful moment.

Nimmi: (giggling) "So, what’s next? Baby names? Wedding planning? Or both at the same time?"

Amruta can’t help but laugh, her embarrassment slowly fading away as she realizes the love and support surrounding her. The future may be uncertain, but with Virat by her side, she feels ready to embrace it all.

As the laughter and teasing continue, Amruta’s smile fades slightly as a thought crosses her mind. She looks at Virat, her expression turning serious.

Amruta: (hesitant) "Virat... we need to talk."

Virat’s brow furrows in concern as he senses the shift in her mood.

Virat: "What’s wrong, Amu?"

Amruta takes a deep breath, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her blanket.

Amruta: "It’s about my mom. She doesn’t know anything about this... about my pregnancy."

Virat’s eyes widen as he processes her words.

Virat: (supportively) "Okay, but we can tell her together. She deserves to know."

Amruta shakes her head, her voice firm but gentle.

Amruta: "No, not yet. I think it would be best if we only tell her about the wedding for now. We can figure out the pregnancy later. I don’t want to overwhelm her right now."

Virat studies her for a moment, recognizing the weight of her decision.

Virat: (nodding slowly) "If that’s what you want, I support you. We’ll tell her about the wedding first."

Amruta lets out a sigh of relief, grateful for his understanding.

Amruta: "Thank you, Virat. I just need a little more time to process everything myself before I share it with her."

Virat squeezes her hand reassuringly, his eyes filled with love and determination.

Virat: "Whatever you need, Amu. I’m here for you. We’ll face everything together."

They share a tender moment, their hearts intertwined as they prepare to navigate the challenges ahead, united in their love and commitment.

The family continues to chatter excitedly in the background, blissfully.

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That's it guys !
Since the maker's didn't use Raj Sir so I did 😂
I hope you all will like it 😺
Also congratulations to the whole team once again for completing 300 fabulous episodes ❤️