The room fell silent, as if time itself had frozen. All eyes were on Abhira, shock and confusion etched on every face.

Armaan's eyes widened in stunned surprise, his mouth hanging open. Rohit's face turned pale, his eyes darting towards Ruhi, who stood frozen, her eyes fixed on Abhira.

Dadisa's eyes narrowed, her face a picture of confusion. "What are you talking about, Abhira?" she asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity.

Abhira's eyes locked onto Ruhi's, a sense of determination and conviction burning within them. "The truth, Dadisa," she said, her voice clear and steady. "Ruhi is the biological mother of this child. She has the right to name him, not me."

The room erupted into chaos, whispers and gasps filling the air. Armaan's face turned red with anger, Rohit's eyes flashed with guilt, and Ruhi's face crumpled, tears streaming down her face. 

As Abhira handed the child to Ruhi, the room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the emotional scene unfolding before them. Ruhi's eyes welled up with tears as she took the child in her arms, her face a picture of shock, guilt, and overwhelming emotion. 

Abhira's words hung in the air, a stark revelation that left everyone stunned. "My child was dead even before he was born," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "He died when he came into this world. And the irony is that my husband didn't even let me know about it. He didn't let me hold him for the first and last time."

The room was filled with gasps and whispers, with everyone struggling to process the shocking revelation. Armaan's face was ashen, his eyes fixed on Abhira with a mixture of shock, guilt, and regret. Rohit's eyes were downcast, his face pale with shame.

Ruhi, meanwhile, was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down her face as she held her child close. She looked like she was in a state of shock, unable to process the revelation that had just been made.

Abhira's words hung in the air, a poignant expression of regret and sorrow. Ruhi's eyes, already brimming with tears, overflowed as she gazed at Abhira, her face a picture of shock, guilt, and compassion.

"I'm sorry, Ruhi," Abhira continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry for letting you cry and mourn for your child, when I was the one meant to cry for my child. I'm sorry for taking away your right to be happy for your own flesh and blood."

Abhira's voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, her eyes fixed on Ruhi and the child in her arms. "When I overheard Armaan and Rohit talking yesterday, I was devastated. I had decided then and there that I would never let anyone know that this baby wasn't mine. I would never let him be taken away from me."

"But then I realized, how could I keep a child away from his own mother? How could I be so selfish?" Abhira's voice cracked as she spoke, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm sorry abhira " armaan whispered. "We are sorry bhabhi " Rohit cried. 

"Sorry?" she repeated, her tone dripping with scorn. "Can your sorry bring my child back? Can I touch my baby for the first and last time? Can I hold him in my arms, feel his warmth, his heartbeat? No, your sorry can't do any of that. Your sorry can't bring back what's been lost."

As Abhira's words hung in the air, her eyes, which had been empty and hollow just moments before, suddenly welled up with tears. The dam had finally broken, and the emotions she had been holding back for so long came flooding out.

The first tear fell, followed by another, and another, until Abhira's face was streaked with tears. She didn't try to wipe them away, didn't try to hide her pain. She just let the tears flow, a cathartic release of all the grief and sorrow she had been carrying inside.

Ruhi's eyes filled with tears as she gazed at Abhira, her expression a reflection of the deep empathy she felt. She knew the anguish of losing a child, the unbearable pain of being separated from a part of oneself. As she held her own child close, she felt a surge of gratitude and sorrow, her heart going out to Abhira, who had been denied the chance to hold her own baby in her arms.

Ishika's eyes met Abhir's, both of them looking on with sadness and empathy. They knew that Abhira's tears were a long time coming, a release of all the pain and sorrow she had been carrying inside.

"My BSP!" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.The words seemed to hold a world of pain and longing. BSP, a term of endearment for her child, was a reminder of what she had lost. The whispered words were like a lament, a cry of sorrow and grief that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. 

Abhira's eyes flashed with anger and hurt as Armaan tried to touch her. She recoiled from his hand, her face twisted in a mixture of pain and disgust. "Don't touch me!" she spat, her voice venomous. "You have no right to touch me, no right to apologize. You lied to me, Armaan. You took away my chance to grieve for my child, to hold him in my arms. You took away my truth."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with regret and shame, but Abhira's expression was unforgiving. "I'm sorry, Abhira," Armaan repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. But Abhira just shook her head, her eyes cold and hard. 

 "Sorry isn't enough, Armaan," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Sorry can't bring back what you took away from me. Sorry can't heal the wounds you inflicted on me."

Abhira's voice was barely audible, a soft whisper that only Ruhi could hear. Her eyes, filled with a deep sadness, locked onto Ruhi's, and she spoke words that were both heartbreaking and selfless.

"Bohut Badi khushi ka din hai tumhare liye Ruhi! Mere dukh mein dukhi hokar isse barbaad mat karna! baby ko apni mumma milgyi, celebrate karna, main apne dukh kaa saaya bhi nhi padne dungi tumhari khushiyon pe i promise."

Abhira's words were a poignant expression of her love and sacrifice. Despite her own overwhelming grief, she was determined to put Ruhi's happiness first, to let her bask in the joy of being reunited with her child.

As Abhira turned to leave, her eyes met Armaan's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was thick with unspoken words, regret, and sorrow. Then, without saying a word, Abhira turned and walked away, leaving the mansion and the people who had hurt her so deeply behind.

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The recent track of Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai (YRKKH) does bear some resemblance to the Kaira and Keesh storyline. In that plot, Kartik was indeed guilty of swapping the babies, giving Keerti's child to Naira without her knowledge, and Naksh was unaware of the baby swap. 

In this track, Armaan's lack of guilt and remorse is quite striking. While Ruhi did make a mistake, taking away her child is a harsh punishment that can have long-lasting emotional consequences.

how can armaan and rohit snatch a child from a mother?