📍The Next Morning – Hope and Understanding

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the hotel room. Amruta sits by the window, gazing out at the horizon, her thoughts racing as she contemplates the conversation she’s about to have with Virat. Last night had been an emotional whirlwind, but this morning, she feels a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she can make him understand what she truly wants. The love she feels for him hasn’t faded, but the weight of the responsibilities of marriage is something she’s not ready for.

The sound of the bed creaking pulls her attention. Virat stirs, his face soft and peaceful, as though the madness of the night before has momentarily faded. He sits up, blinking against the morning light, and his eyes immediately fall on her. For a moment, there’s silence between them—both unsure of how to begin. But Amruta knows this is her chance. She stands and moves closer to the bed, her heart heavy with the words she’s about to speak.

Amruta: (gently, her voice steady but filled with emotion) Virat, we need to talk. I can’t keep running from this conversation anymore. Last night… I realized something.

Virat watches her closely, his brows furrowing with concern as he listens, still afraid of what she might say.

Amruta: (continuing, her voice soft but firm) I love you. I always have, and I always will. But this… this obsession, the way you’ve tried to trap me—it’s not love, Virat. It’s control. And I can’t live like that. I don’t want to feel like I’m trapped in something I didn’t choose, something I’m not ready for.

Virat’s heart clenches at her words, but he remains silent, his eyes fixed on her. He’s scared of losing her again, but deep down, he knows she’s right. He shifts in the bed, his fingers gripping the sheets as if holding onto something to keep him grounded.

Amruta: (her voice trembling slightly) I’m not ready for the responsibilities that come with marriage, Virat. I don’t want to be bound by the expectations of being your wife. I love you, but I can’t be that person for you right now.

Virat’s chest tightens, and he opens his mouth to speak, but Amruta holds up a hand, stopping him.

Amruta: (firmly, her voice steady) Let me finish. Last night, when you begged me to stay, I saw how much you’re hurting. And it hurt me too, Virat. I never wanted to hurt you like this. But you need to understand—love isn’t about possession or control. Love is about freedom, trust… and letting the other person breathe.

Virat’s shoulders slump as he listens to her, the weight of his actions sinking in. He realizes that all his attempts to keep her by his side, to trap her, only pushed her further away. Trapping her didn’t bring him the happiness he thought it would—it only deepened the void inside him.

Virat: (his voice low, filled with regret) Amruta… I thought if I held on to you, if I kept you close, I’d be happy. But… you’re right. Trapping you didn’t make me happy. It just made everything worse.

He looks down, guilt washing over him. His obsession, his fear of losing her—it had consumed him, but now, in the soft light of morning, he sees clearly. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with sadness and a quiet plea.

Virat: (gently, almost pleading) I don’t want to lose you, Amruta. If loving you without marriage is the only way you’ll stay, then… I’ll let go of the obsession. I’ll let go of the need to control you. Just… don’t leave me. I can’t lose you again.

Amruta feels a wave of relief wash over her, hearing him say the words she’s been waiting for. She steps closer to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to gently cup his cheek. He leans into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savouring the moment.

Amruta: (softly, her voice filled with love) I’m not leaving, Virat. I never wanted to leave you. I just need you to understand that I need my space, my freedom. We don’t need a marriage to prove our love. Our love is enough, as long as you trust me.

Virat opens his eyes, looking up at her with a mixture of love and understanding. He nods slowly, finally realizing that her love for him wasn’t gone—it just needed room to breathe.

Virat: (his voice soft, full of emotion) I’ll let go, Amruta. I’ll let you live your life the way you want. No more controlling, no more trapping. Just… love. I’ll be okay as long as you’re by my side.

Amruta smiles, her heart swelling with affection for him. She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and he closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the past two years lift off his shoulders. For the first time in a long time, they both feel hope—a future built on love, not obsession, trust, not control.

Amruta: (whispering softly) We’ll figure this out together, Virat. No more running, no more fear. Just us.

Virat wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close but not tightly—not trapping her. It’s a gentle embrace, one of trust and love. He nods, his heart full of both relief and acceptance.

Virat: (with a small, hopeful smile) Just us.
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The room filled with the quiet tension of newfound understanding between Virat and Amruta. As they sit close, the weight of the moment presses against them—fragile yet charged. Virat’s eyes soften as they meet Amruta’s, and he reaches for her hand gently. Without speaking, he leans in, closing the space between them. Their lips meet, first with tenderness, but quickly, the kiss deepens, a rush of emotions flooding both of them—passion, hunger, longing. It’s as if years of separation, frustration, and obsession melt away, leaving only the raw, undeniable connection they still share.

Amruta responds to his kiss, her heart racing. It’s been so long since they’ve touched each other like this, with both love and desire intertwined. She feels his hands roaming her body, a desperation in his movements as though he can’t get enough of her. Her own hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, matching his intensity.

The kiss grows heated, and Virat’s hands move to her waist, tugging at her clothes, his breath heavy against her skin. He pulls her upper clothes off, and for a moment, he pauses, his eyes wide with awe. His gaze sweeps over her, taking in the sight of her body, and he’s overcome with both desire and something deeper—his love for her, the woman he thought he had lost.

Virat: (his voice hoarse, filled with both longing and wonder) Amu… I’ve missed you so much.

He doesn’t wait for a response. His hands are on her again, his lips following, trailing kisses down her neck, her shoulders, moving lower. His touch is hungry, almost feral, as if he’s afraid she’ll disappear again if he lets go for even a second. His mouth finds her skin, kissing, sucking, biting—an animalistic intensity driving him. He’s consumed by her, by the need to claim her, to feel her beneath him after so long.

Amruta gasps, her body arching under his touch. The pain of his bites mixes with undeniable pleasure, and she feels herself slipping into the intensity of the moment. Her hands tangle in his hair as she pulls him closer, her body trembling with both desire and the sheer force of his passion.

Amruta: (whispering breathlessly, between gasps of pleasure and pain) Virat…

Her voice is a mixture of need and surrender. She feels his lips travel lower, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sends shockwaves through her body. The pleasure is overwhelming, her mind clouded by the heat of their touch, and though the pain lingers, she can’t deny the way it sets her on fire. She’s been trapped, suffocated by his obsession for so long, but now, in this moment, it’s just them—two bodies, two souls, reunited in a way that feels almost primal.

Virat is lost in her, his hands gripping her hips, his lips moving across her body as if he’s worshiping her. His kisses are rough, almost bruising, but each touch carries with it the weight of everything he’s held inside—his love, his pain, his desire. He groans against her skin, feeling her body react to him, her soft moans driving him further.

Virat: (in a low, almost growling voice) You’re mine, Amruta. You’ve always been mine.

Amruta gasps again, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he bites down on her skin, the pain intensifying the pleasure. She can feel the possessiveness in his touch, but it doesn’t scare her anymore—it fuels the fire inside her. She wants him just as desperately, her own need overtaking her as their bodies move together, every touch, every kiss pushing them closer to the edge.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, the soft gasps and moans filling the room. Time seems to stop as they lose themselves in each other, the world outside fading into nothingness.

Virat’s breath is ragged as he looks at Amruta, his desire for her palpable. He can’t control the need that pulses through him, but there’s a moment where he sees her fear and hesitation, which sobers him. He understands the depth of her anxiety, realizing how intense their reunion has become.

Amruta’s body trembles as she looks at Virat, her eyes wide with apprehension. His touch has been both electrifying and overwhelming, and the sight of him now—his desire so raw and powerful—fills her with a mix of excitement and fear. She tries to voice her concern, her voice shaking as she speaks.

Amruta: (nervously, her eyes darting to his) Virat… I’m a bit scared. It’s been so long, and… you’re… you’re different now. I’m afraid it’ll hurt.

Virat’s expression shifts from intense desire to one of concern. He reaches out and gently cups her face in his hands, his touch soft and reassuring. He can see the fear in her eyes and feels a pang of guilt, realizing how his own need has overwhelmed her.

Virat: (his voice tender, filled with understanding) Amu, I didn’t mean to scare you. I want this to be right for both of us. If you’re nervous, we can slow down. I’m here with you, and I care about how you feel.

Amruta looks at him, her anxiety mingling with her lingering desire. She sees the sincerity in his eyes, the way he’s trying to be gentle despite his intense need. The fear in her heart starts to subside, replaced by a deeper trust in him. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Amruta: (softly, her voice filled with vulnerability) I want to be with you, Virat. I love you, and I’ve missed this connection. But I need to be sure that we’re both in this together, that you’ll be gentle with me.

Virat nods, his eyes filled with determination to make this moment right for both of them. He lowers his gaze to hers, his expression a mix of love and reverence.

Virat: (gently, his hands brushing against her skin) I promise, Amu. I’ll be gentle. I want this to be special for us, not just about the passion but about us being together. I’ll go slow.
He leans in and kisses her softly, his lips moving tenderly against hers. The kiss is a reassurance, a promise of his love and care. As he moves his hands back to her body, his touch is deliberate and gentle, trying to alleviate her fears.

Amruta responds to his kiss, her body relaxing slightly as she feels his love and tenderness. She lets herself be guided by him, her fear slowly turning into trust. As they continue to explore each other, Virat takes every measure to be gentle, his passion tempered by his deep respect for her comfort.

When they finally come together, the experience is a blend of passion, desire and love, each touch, each kiss a testament to the love they hold for each other.
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📍Amruta’s New Home in Mumbai – Contentment & Freedom

Amruta arranges some flowers on a table, her face glowing with happiness as she looks around her new home. There’s a sense of calm and fulfilment in the space, a stark contrast to the intensity of the past.

Virat arrives, his expression softening as he takes in the sight of Amruta’s new home. He looks around, seeing the care and love she’s put into creating this space. He walks up to Amruta, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Virat: (softly, his voice filled with admiration) This place… it’s beautiful, Amruta. You’ve made it your own.

Amruta turns in his arms, smiling up at him with a sense of contentment. She leans in and kisses him gently, her eyes reflecting the happiness she feels.

Amruta: (warmly, her voice filled with joy) Thank you, Virat. I’m so happy here. This is how I always wanted things to be with you—happy and free, without the constraints of expectations. I feel like I can truly be myself here.

Virat looks at her, his heart swelling with affection. He takes her hands in his, his eyes locking with hers. There’s a profound sense of understanding and love in his gaze.

Virat: (earnestly, his voice full of sincerity) As long as you’re happy, Amruta, and as long as you love me and are with me, everything is perfect. I don’t need anything more than that.

Amruta’s eyes shine with gratitude and affection. She squeezes his hands gently, her smile widening.

Amruta: (softly, her voice filled with warmth) I love you, Virat. I always will. This new way of being together, it’s exactly what I needed. It’s not about being trapped but about sharing moments and loving each other in a way that works for us.

Virat nods, his face a mix of relief and contentment. He pulls her into a tender embrace, holding her close. There’s a sense of peace between them, a newfound understanding that makes their relationship stronger and more fulfilling.

They stand there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence, the weight of the past lifting off their shoulders. The room, filled with the light of the setting sun, becomes a symbol of their new beginning—a place where love and freedom coexist harmoniously.

As they pull back slightly, Amruta leads Virat to the window, showing him the view of the city below. They stand together, looking out at the horizon, their hands intertwined, a perfect reflection of their new life together.

Virat: (smiling, his voice soft and affectionate) Here’s to us, Amruta. To finding our own way and being happy together.

Amruta: (nodding, her voice filled with joy) To us. And to many more moments like this.

They share a final, lingering kiss, the scene ending on a note of contentment and mutual respect. Their love, now seasoned with understanding and freedom, shines brightly as they look forward to the future together.
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📍Amruta’s Decision – Anticipation and Fear

Months later amruta is seen pacing nervously in her bathroom, her mind a whirl of thoughts. The sleek design and calming colours of the room contrast sharply with her anxious state. She clutches a small, white envelope containing a pregnancy test, her fingers trembling slightly.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The weight of her decision hangs heavily over her. She knows she needs to take the test, but the thought of telling Virat and the potential consequences fills her with dread. Her newfound independence and the life she’s built in Mumbai are at stake, and she fears that revealing her pregnancy could lead to him trying to control her again.

Amruta: (muttering to herself, trying to stay calm) Okay, Amu, just take the test. It’s just a test. You don’t have to tell him right away. Just see what the results say.

She takes the test and follows the instructions with meticulous care, her mind racing as she waits. The minutes feel like hours, each second stretching out as she worries about the future.

Finally, the results are ready. She looks at the test, her breath catching in her throat. It’s positive. The reality of her situation sinks in, and her heart pounds with a mix of excitement and fear. She needs to get the official lab report to confirm everything, so she decides to go to the clinic to make sure everything is as expected.

Amruta decides not to inform Virat yet. The thought of him possibly trying to control her and disrupt her life fills her with anxiety. She has worked hard to create a space where she can be herself, and she doesn’t want to lose it all.

She heads to the clinic to get the formal report. As she walks through the clinic’s entrance, her nerves are evident in her tense posture and quick steps. The friendly receptionist directs her to wait for the report, assuring her it will be sent to her home once it’s ready.

Receptionist: (smiling reassuringly) The results will be sent to your address once they’re processed. It should be a few days.

Amruta nods, attempting to appear composed despite the storm of emotions inside her. She thanks the receptionist and leaves the clinic, clutching the small receipt with her address details.

As she returns to her home, Amruta reflects on her situation. She sits by the window, gazing out at the cityscape, her thoughts swirling. The fear of losing her independence and the potential upheaval of her carefully constructed life weigh heavily on her. She decides to wait for the official report before making any decisions about informing Virat.

Amruta: (whispering to herself, trying to find solace) I’ll wait for the report, and then I’ll decide what to do. I need to be sure before anything changes.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
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📍The Unexpected Revelation – Virat’s Discovery

Virat arrives at amu's place.He’s been visiting Amruta regularly, maintaining their new arrangement, but today she seemed unusually preoccupied.

Amruta greets him with a warm smile, though she’s visibly tense. She makes small talk, trying to mask her anxiety about the pending results. As they chat, the doorbell rings, and Amruta goes to answer it. It’s a delivery person with a small package for her. Amruta takes it, and her face pales slightly as she realizes it’s from the clinic.

Amruta: (trying to keep her composure) It’s the lab report I was waiting for. I’ll just put it away for now.

Virat, noticing her unease, is concerned. He looks at the package, curiosity piqued. As Amruta puts the package aside, he glances at it with interest. Amruta, sensing his gaze, tries to divert his attention.

Virat: (gently, his concern evident) Is everything okay, Amruta? You seem a bit on edge.

Amruta: (forcing a smile) I’m fine, Virat. Just some routine check-ups. Nothing to worry about.

Virat nods, but his concern doesn’t completely dissipate. As they continue talking, he notices Amruta’s nervousness and decides to discreetly take a closer look at the package while she’s out of the room for a moment.

Virat carefully opens the package, revealing the lab report inside. He unfolds it and scans the document. His eyes widen as he reads the results: a positive pregnancy test. His heart races as the realization hits him. He’s shocked and confused, his mind racing with thoughts about what this means for both of them.

Virat: (to himself, his voice a mixture of shock and disbelief) Pregnant… How could I not know?

Amruta returns to the room, and Virat quickly hides the report, his face a mask of concern and confusion. Amruta senses something is off as she sees his troubled expression.

Amruta: (tentatively, her voice cautious) Virat, is something wrong?

Virat: (trying to regain composure, his voice a bit shaky) No, it’s nothing. Just… a lot on my mind.

Amruta looks at him, her anxiety growing. Virat takes a deep breath, trying to process the news. He knows he needs to address this carefully, considering the delicate balance of their relationship.

As they continue their conversation, Virat’s mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the pregnancy report. He realizes he needs to talk to Amruta about it, but he wants to approach it in a way that respects her feelings and their current arrangement.

Virat: (finally, with a serious tone) Amruta, there’s something important we need to talk about. I found the lab report, and… I know now that you’re pregnant.

Amruta’s face pales, and she takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the conversation that follows. The atmosphere tenses, the air heavy with unspoken fears and emotions. The revelation of the pregnancy has cast a shadow over their usual warmth.
Amruta’s eyes are filled with apprehension as she looks at Virat. She’s worried that he might try to control her life again, undoing everything she’s worked hard to build. Her hands are clenched in her lap, her knuckles white from the tension.

Amruta: (her voice trembling slightly) Virat, I didn’t want to tell you because… I was afraid. I’ve built a life here, and I didn’t want to lose it. I didn’t want you to take it all away from me.

Virat’s face softens as he hears her fears. He’s hurt that she felt the need to hide such important news but understands the reasons behind her actions. He takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

Virat: (his voice calm but filled with emotion) Amruta, I understand why you kept this from me. I hurt you in the past, and I can see why you’d be scared. But I want you to know that I’ve changed. I’ve learned from my mistakes.

He reaches out and takes her hand gently, his touch reassuring. Amruta looks at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and skepticism.

Virat: (earnestly, his eyes locking with hers) I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve been controlling. But I swear to you, I’ll never hurt you again. I want to be there for you and for our child, but I also want you to have your freedom and your life. I don’t want to take that away from you.

Amruta’s eyes fill with tears as she listens to his words. The sincerity in his voice touches her deeply, and she feels a flicker of hope. She slowly nods, her fear giving way to a cautious optimism.

Amruta: (softly, her voice filled with emotion) Do you really mean that, Virat? That you won’t try to control me? That you’ll let me be who I am?

Virat: (nodding, his voice firm but gentle) Yes, Amu. I want to build a life with you where we both have our own space and freedom. I want us to be a family, but I want to do it in a way that respects who you are and what you’ve worked for.

Amruta’s tears start to fall, and Virat gently wipes them away with his thumb. There’s a moment of deep connection as they share this vulnerable exchange.

Amruta: (through her tears, her voice trembling) I want that too, Virat. I want us to be together, but I need to know that it won’t come at the cost of my independence.

Virat: (squeezing her hand reassuringly) I promise, Amruta. We’ll find a way to make this work, where we both feel fulfilled and respected.

They share a tender moment, the weight of the revelation and the promise of a new beginning hanging in the air. The scene ends with them holding each other, the sense of a fresh start filling the space between them.
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📍 Amruta's Home

There are soft, warm colours, and the room is filled with cheerful touches like baby-themed decorations and a comfortable seating area. Amruta, who is visibly three months pregnant, is lounging comfortably on a plush sofa, her face glowing with happiness.

Virat is bustling around the house, attending to Amruta’s various cravings and requests. He moves with a sense of purpose and joy, clearly enjoying the opportunity to care for her and be involved in this new chapter of their lives.

Virat enters the room with a tray of fresh fruit and snacks, setting it down in front of Amruta with a proud smile.

Virat: (cheerfully, his eyes sparkling) Here you go, Amruta. I got your favourite fruits and a little something extra—just the way you like it.

Amruta: (beaming, her eyes twinkling with affection) Thank you, Virat! You’re really spoiling me. This looks amazing.

She takes a piece of fruit from the tray and bites into it, savouring the taste. Virat sits down next to her, taking her hand in his and gently rubbing it.

Virat: (playfully) Anything else you need? I’m ready for the next request, no matter how outrageous.

Amruta: (laughing, her eyes full of love) Actually, there is one more thing. I’ve been thinking about how we should set up the nursery. I want it to be bright and cheerful, with lots of light and colour.

Virat: (enthusiastically) Consider it done! We’ll make it perfect for our little one. I’ve already started looking at some ideas.

He looks at Amruta with adoration, clearly enjoying this phase of their lives together. Amruta leans in and kisses him softly, her affection evident.

Amruta: (gently) You know, Virat, I’ve never been this happy. I feel so loved and cared for. Thank you for everything.

Virat: (smiling warmly, his voice full of emotion) I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’ve brought so much joy into my life. I can’t wait to start this new journey with you.

They sit together, savouring the moment. The room is filled with a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future. Virat and Amruta share a tender embrace, their love evident in their smiles and gentle touches.

The warmth of their relationship and the joy of their upcoming parenthood fill the space with a sense of fulfilment and happiness.
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A 7 months pregnant Amruta sits on the sofa, her hand resting gently on her growing belly. She looks both nervous and excited as she prepares to share her decision with Virat.

Virat arrives, his face lighting up with a smile as he sees Amruta. He walks over to her and sits down beside her, noticing her serious expression.

Virat: (concerned, his voice gentle) Hey, Amruta. You look a bit serious. Is everything okay?

Amruta: (taking a deep breath, her voice steady but filled with emotion) Yes, Virat. Everything is okay. There’s something I want to talk to you about.

Virat’s expression shifts to one of curiosity and anticipation. He takes her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Virat: (encouragingly) What is it? You can tell me anything.

Amruta: (smiling softly, her eyes filled with warmth) I’ve been thinking a lot about the baby and what’s best for us. I’ve realized that I really need someone by my side right now. Living alone has started to feel overwhelming, and I think it would be better for all of us if we were together.

She pauses for a moment, her heart racing as she prepares for his reaction.

Amruta: (continuing, her voice filled with hope) So, I’ve decided that I’d like to move in with you. I think it will be good for the baby, and I know it will make me feel more secure and supported.

Virat’s eyes widen in surprise and joy. He takes a moment to absorb the news, his face breaking into a broad, heartfelt smile. He stands up and pulls Amruta into a warm, loving embrace.

Virat: (his voice filled with emotion and excitement) Amu, that’s wonderful news! I’m so happy you want to move in with me. I’ve been looking forward to this, and I want to be there for you every step of the way.

Amruta hugs him tightly, feeling a surge of relief and happiness at his positive reaction. Virat pulls back slightly and looks into her eyes, his expression sincere and loving.

Virat: (earnestly) We’ll make this transition as smooth as possible. I’ll help with everything, from packing to setting up the nursery. We’re going to be a family, and I want to make sure you and the baby have everything you need.

Amruta: (smiling, her eyes shining with gratitude) Thank you, Virat. Your support means everything to me. I’m really looking forward to starting this new chapter with you.

They sit down together, their hands intertwined, discussing the details of the move and their plans for the future. The room fills with a sense of excitement and anticipation as they prepare to embark on this new journey as a family.
They share a tender kiss, their love and commitment to each other evident as they look forward to their life together with joy and optimism.
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📍 Virat's Home - Moving In 👫

The room is filled with soft pastel colours, cozy furnishings, and an overall sense of warmth and tranquillity. A crib is nestled in one corner, adorned with gentle mobiles and stuffed animals. The window lets in a soft morning light, casting a serene glow over the space.

Amruta and Virat are seen arranging the final touches in the nursery. Amruta is gently placing a soft blanket in the crib, her belly now prominently showing her full-term pregnancy. Virat is setting up a rocking chair near the crib, his face filled with contentment and anticipation.

Virat: (smiling as he looks around the room) Everything looks perfect, Amruta. I can’t wait to meet our little one.

Amruta: (gently rubbing her belly, her voice filled with love) I know. It feels like a dream come true. Thank you for making all of this possible, Virat.

Virat moves closer and wraps his arms around Amruta, resting his chin on her shoulder. They share a quiet moment of intimacy, savouring the anticipation of their growing family.

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER !

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