Vansh's footsteps echoed on the deserted road, his eyes dry and empty, a reflection of the emotional turmoil brewing inside him. The weight of his mistakes threatened to crush him, as the memories of his past actions replayed in his mind like a haunting melody. 

He thought back to the day he received Ishani's call, informing him that their little sister, Sia, had finally awoken from her long coma. He had rushed to her side, anxious to see her recover, but what he heard from her lips shook him to his core.

Sia's words still echoed in his mind: Riddhima was innocent, manipulated but never a betrayer. The truth hit Vansh like a ton of bricks, making him realize too late that he had wrongly accused and abandoned the love of his life, Riddhima.

 He remembered the pain and anger he had felt when he thought Riddhima had betrayed him, but now he understood that it was all a lie, a web of deceit spun by someone else. The realization was suffocating, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt like he was drowning in his own guilt, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. 

As he walked, the darkness of the night seemed to close in around him, mirroring the despair that had taken up residence in his heart. Vansh couldn't shake off the feeling of regret that had been gnawing at him since he learned the truth.

 He thought about all the time he had wasted, all the moments he could have spent with Riddhima, but instead, he had pushed her away. The pain of losing her was still fresh, and now, he had to live with the knowledge that it was all a mistake.

Vansh's mind wandered back to the memories he had shared with Riddhima, the laughter, the tears, the moments of pure joy. He remembered the way she used to smile at him, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. 

He recalled the way she made him feel, like he was home, like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

 And now, all of that was lost, taken away from him by his own mistakes. The thought was almost too much to bear, and Vansh felt his legs buckle beneath him as he sank to the ground, overwhelmed by the weight of his regret.

As he sat on the cold, hard ground, Vansh buried his face in his hands, allowing the tears he had been holding back to finally flow. He wept for the loss of Riddhima, for the time they could have spent together, for the memories they could have created.

 He wept for his own stupidity, for allowing his anger and pride to cloud his judgment. And he wept for the pain he had caused Riddhima, for the hurt and betrayal she must have felt when he accused her of something she didn't do.

As the tears streamed down his face, Vansh felt a sense of despair wash over him. He didn't know how to make things right, how to undo the damage he had done. He didn't know if Riddhima would ever be able to forgive him, or if she would even want to.

 All he knew was that he had to try, that he had to find a way to make amends and win her back. But as he sat there, surrounded by the darkness of the night, Vansh couldn't shake off the feeling that he was already too late, that the damage was already done.

The thought sent a chill down his spine, and Vansh's body shuddered as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to ward off the feeling of desperation that was creeping in. He knew he had to get up, to keep moving forward, no matter how difficult it seemed.

 He had to find a way to make things right, to prove to Riddhima that he was committed to their love and to rebuilding their relationship.

With a newfound determination, Vansh slowly got to his feet, his eyes scanning the dark horizon as if searching for a glimmer of hope. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs, and began to walk, his footsteps steady and resolute.

 He didn't know what lay ahead, but he was ready to face it, to fight for the love that had once been his, and to prove to Riddhima that he was worthy of a second chance. 

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

Vansh's heart came to a screeching halt as his eyes locked onto the screen. The words "Businessman Veer Agnihotri is getting married to his long-time girlfriend and fiancée Aashna Raichand" seemed to sear themselves into his brain.

Aashna Raichand - the name echoed in his mind, a painful reminder that the love of his life, Riddhima, was now known by a different name, and was about to become someone else's wife. 

Vansh's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the screen, the words blurring together as his mind struggled to process the news. Riddhima, his Riddhima, was getting married to someone else? 

The thought was like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and reeling. He felt like he had been living in a dream world, and suddenly, reality had slapped him hard in the face. 

Vansh's mind racing, he thought back to all the memories he had shared with Riddhima, the laughter, the tears, the moments of pure joy.

 He had thought that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, but now, it seemed like he had lost her forever.

 The pain of losing her was suffocating, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt like he was drowning in his own despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

He remembered the way Riddhima used to smile at him, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.

 He remembered the way she used to hold his hand, the way she used to look at him with so much love in her eyes.

 And now, she was going to give all of that to someone else. The thought was unbearable, and Vansh felt like he was going to shatter into a million pieces.

Vansh's mind was a jumble of emotions, a toxic mix of anger, sadness, and regret. He couldn't believe that he had let Riddhima slip away from him.

 He thought about all the mistakes he had made, all the opportunities he had missed. He thought about the way he had hurt her, the way he had broken her trust. 

A wave of self-loathing washed over him, and Vansh felt like he was drowning in his own despair. He thought about the wedding invitation, about Riddhima walking down the aisle towards another man.

 He thought about the way she would smile at him, the way she would promise to love him for the rest of her life. The thought was like a knife twisting in his heart, and Vansh felt like he was bleeding to death. 

He looked around, trying to get his bearings. He was standing in the middle of the road, the darkness of the night closing in around him. 

He felt lost and alone, like he was wandering through a desert with no oasis in sight. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his heart was racing like a runaway train.

Riddhima stood before Vansh, a vision of breathtaking beauty in her stunning red lehenga. The intricate embroidery on the outfit seemed to shimmer and shine in the light, accentuating her slender figure. The lehenga itself was a deep, bold red, a color that perfectly complemented her porcelain skin.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with a few stray strands framing her heart-shaped face. 

Her eyes, those piercing brown orbs that had once sparkled with love for Vansh, now seemed to hold a hint of sadness and resignation. Her full lips, painted a deep crimson, seemed to curve into a faint, melancholic smile. 

Around her neck, a delicate gold necklace glinted, drawing attention to the elegant lines of her throat. Her hands, adorned with intricate henna designs, seemed to glow with a soft, golden light. 

She looked like a bride, a woman on the threshold of a new life, and Vansh's heart ached with regret and longing as he gazed at her.

"riddhima give me a chance please!"

Riddhima's expression faltered for a moment, and Vansh saw a glimmer of the old Riddhima, the one who had loved him with all her heart. But it was just a fleeting moment, and her mask of calmness slipped back into place. 

"I'm sorry, Vansh," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of sadness. "I've moved on. I'm getting married to Veer today, and I'm happy. I deserve to be happy, Vansh. "Vansh's heart sank at her words. 

He knew he had hurt her, and he didn't blame her for moving on. But the thought of her with someone else, of her loving someone else, was like a knife twisting in his gut."Please, Riddhima," he begged, taking a step closer to her.

 "Don't do this. I love you. I'll do anything to make it right between us."Riddhima's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step back, her hands on her hips.

 "You're too late, Vansh," she spat. "You had your chance, and you blew it. I'm not going to stand here and listen to your empty promises. I deserve better than that."

As Riddhima walked past him, Vansh's legs gave way beneath him, and he fell to his knees, his eyes fixed on the vision of loveliness that was slipping away from him. He felt like he was losing a part of himself, like his heart was being ripped from his chest.

"Riddhima, please!" he begged, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Don't go! Don't marry him!"But Riddhima didn't even flinch. She kept walking, her head held high, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance.

 Vansh watched in despair as she reached the aisle and took Veer's hand, her eyes meeting his in a tender, loving glance.Vansh felt like he was dying inside.

 He couldn't bear the thought of Riddhima loving someone else, of her giving her heart to another man. He felt like he was losing his mind, like he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

As the priest began to chant and the rituals started, Vansh's desperation reached a fever pitch. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wild with emotion, and stumbled towards Riddhima.

"Riddhima, please!" he begged, his voice loud and urgent. "Don't do this! You can't marry him! You're mine, Riddhima! You'll always be mine!"

The guests gasped in shock at Vansh's outburst, and Veer's face darkened with anger. But Riddhima just stood there, her eyes fixed on Vansh, a mixture of sadness and pity on her face.

"Vansh, stop," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It's too late. I've made my choice, and I'm not going to change my mind. Please, just leave me alone."

But Vansh was beyond reason. He was driven by his emotions, by his love for Riddhima, and by his desperation to stop her from marrying another man. He reached out and grabbed her hand, his eyes pleading with her to listen to him.

"Riddhima, you're not even giving me a chance to explain," Vansh pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.Just then, a voice came from behind him. "Have you given Mr. Vansh a chance to explain?" Vansh spun around, shocked to see another Riddhima standing behind him.

His gaze darted back and forth between the two Riddhima's, his mind reeling in confusion. Their faces were identical, with the same piercing brown eyes and delicate features. Vansh's eyes narrowed, trying to distinguish between the two, but they looked exactly the same.

The Riddhima standing in front of him, dressed in a stunning red lehenga, gazed at him with a sly smirk, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. 

The smirk was a subtle, knowing curve of her lips, as if she was privy to a secret that Vansh was not. It was a look that sent a shiver down Vansh's spine, a look that made him wonder what was really going on.

 The smirk on her face deepened, and she raised an eyebrow, as if daring Vansh to try and figure out what was going on. Vansh's mind was racing with questions. Who was this duplicate Riddhima? Why was she here? And what did she want?

Suddenly, the Riddhima in the red lehenga spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, Vansh. You look so confused. Don't worry, WE'll explain everything. But first, let me just say... you're too late."

"I'm the real Riddhima, Vansh, the one you married and then callously discarded like a used tissue," Riddhima said, her voice steady and firm, with a hint of bitterness. "And this is Aashna, my twin sister."

Vansh's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the Riddhima in the normal dress, his mind reeling with the revelation. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him.

"Aashna...your twin sister?" Vansh stuttered, his eyes darting back and forth between the two women. 

The Riddhima in the red lehenga, Aashna, smiled sweetly at Vansh, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes, Vansh. I'm the twin sister you never knew existed. And I have to say, I'm impressed. 

You managed to hurt my sister so deeply, she had to create a duplicate of herself just to get away from you."

Riddhima's eyes flashed with anger and hurt as she gazed at Vansh. "You never knew I had a twin, did you, Vansh? You never bothered to learn anything about me, to understand me.

 You just used me for your own convenience, and then threw me away when I was no longer useful to you." 

Aashna stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You're a monster, Vansh. You deserve to rot for what you did to my sister."