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Abhimanyu and Ekansh burst into the room, their faces flushed with urgency. But their determination faltered as they took in the unexpected scene before them. Aashvika and Krishnaa sat alongside Aarushi, their presence a surprise.

Abhimanyu's eyes locked onto Aarushi, his mind racing with memories of their previous encounter. Her subtle smile didn't reach her eyes, and Abhimanyu felt a pang of guilt.

Yesterday's harsh words echoed in his mind. "You're not helping!" he had lashed out. "You're just a burden on me! Don't forget who the actual fuck you are! And yes, how you'll help, huh? Do you even have an identity of yourself? Forget the marriage between us; it was a marriage of convenience, just because my father wanted me to get married to you. So don't forget your place, Aarushi, and yes, stop trying to step into my matters!"

The weight of his words crushed Abhimanyu now. He saw the hurt he had inflicted, the pain he had caused. His heart heavy with regret, Abhimanyu looked at Aarushi, seeking forgiveness.

Aarushi's gaze met his, but her expression revealed nothing. Her mask of composure hid the turmoil within.

Meanwhile, Aashvika sat beside Krishnaa, her eyes fixed on her phone. She avoided Ekansh's gaze, anger simmering beneath her composed exterior. But she couldn't show it, not now, not ever. Ekansh's indifference had taught her to conceal her emotions.

Parth looked at his wife observing her actions keenly since their marriage never till now they had any proper conversation last time it was parth handing her divorce agreement on which it was written that their marriage will last for 1 year after that they can apply for divorce after that night she stop minding him around her and started to stay away in their room too she sleep on the couch
Before he woke up she'll leave the room and move to the terrace and at night she'll come to room after he'll sleep she was avoiding him like a plague
Krishnaa seemed obivious to his gaze, though he knew she felt it. Her focus remained on the conversation, her expression neutral.

The air thickened with unspoken tensions, silence gripping the room like a vice. No one spoke, no one dared. The weight of unresolved issues hung, like a challenge, awaiting resolution or escalation.

The silence stretched, uncomfortable and painful, until someone would break and shatter the stillness.

Abhimanyu's guilt intensified, his eyes never leaving Aarushi's face. He longed to make amends, to erase the hurt he had caused.

Ekansh's gaze drifted between Aashvika and Krishnaa, his expression unreadable.

Parth's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions.

Krishnaa's composure remained unbroken, her secrets hidden behind her enigmatic smile.

Aarushi's thoughts remained unknown, her mask unbroken.

The silence continued, a testament to the unresolved conflicts and unspoken emotions.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a figure burst into the room unannounced. A smirk plastered on his lips, the man exuded confidence, bordering on arrogance.

Daksh Rawat's sudden arrival sent a jolt through the room. His unannounced entrance was a calculated move, designed to catch Abhimanyu and his team off guard. With a smirk plastered on his lips, Daksh exuded confidence, bordering on arrogance.

"Congratulations, Abhimanyu," Daksh said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The words hung in the air, laced with insincerity.

Abhimanyu's expression was far from celebratory. His jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface. The tension in his body was palpable, his fists clenched.

Parth and Ekansh mirrored Abhimanyu's anger, their faces darkening. Their eyes narrowed, suspicion etched on their faces.

Daksh chuckled, seeming to revel in their discomfort. His laughter was cold, calculated.

"Well, I'm impressed, Abhimanyu. You managed to get those files on time and win this time," Daksh paused, his gaze scanning the room.

His eyes lingered on each face, searching for a reaction. Aarushi's eyes flashed with annoyance, while Aashvika's grip on her phone tightened.

"But wait, whom did you hire this time? I don't think it's possible for any normal employees of your office to hack into my tight security system. I must say, the person must be a professional hacker."

Daksh's gaze locked onto Krishnaa, a hint of curiosity sparking. His eyes probed her expression, seeking a crack in her composure.

"Someone's been hiding talents, I presume?" Daksh said, his tone laced with intrigue.

Krishnaa's expression remained neutral, her face a mask. Her eyes didn't flicker, didn't betray any emotion.

Aarushi's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowing. She sensed the undercurrents, the hidden agenda behind Daksh's words.

Aashvika's grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles whitening. Her anger simmered, threatening to boil over.

The tension escalated, thickening the air. Abhimanyu's anger boiled, threatening to spill over.

"What do you want, Daksh?" Abhimanyu growled, his patience wearing thin.

Daksh's smirk widened.

"Oh, just acknowledging your victory... for now," Daksh said.

His gaze lingered on Krishnaa, a challenge issued.

And the stakes were higher than ever.

The room held its breath.

Awaiting Abhimanyu's response.

Awaiting Krishnaa's reaction.

Daksh's true intentions remained unknown.

But one thing was certain:

This was far from over.

The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation.

Abhimanyu's eyes locked onto Daksh.

Daksh's gaze shifted to Aarushi, a sly grin spreading across his face. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on her features. The air in the room seemed to thicken, heavy with tension.

"Aren't you Abhimanyu's wife?" Daksh asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The words hung in the air, laced with insincerity.

Aarushi's expression remained composed, her eyes flashing with annoyance. She sensed the underlying intent behind Daksh's words. Her mind racing, she wondered what Daksh was trying to achieve.

"Well, you're quite beautiful," Daksh said, his tone laced with condescension. The comment was unnecessary, and Aarushi felt a shiver run down her spine.

"I wonder, bhabhi ji," Daksh continued, his voice dripping with curiosity. "How did you manage to contact KV, the high-profile hacker, in such a short span of time?" Daksh asked.

His curiosity seemed genuine, but Aarushi detected the underlying threat. Daksh's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, searching for secrets.

"Even I've been trying to approach that person," Daksh admitted. "If I had that hacker with me, I wouldn't have any problems." Daksh's ambition was palpable.

"Dealing or plotting would be child's play," Daksh added. The room fell silent, the weight of Daksh's words hanging in the air.

Aarushi's eyes narrowed, sensing the danger. She knew Daksh's reputation, his ruthlessness.

"No one has even seen KV," Daksh said. "That hacker has hidden their information." Daksh's frustration was evident.

"No one can approach her," Daksh emphasized. "Not even a high-profile person like me," Daksh added.

Aarushi's composure remained unbroken, but Krishnaa's eyes flashed. Abhimanyu's anger simmered, his jaw clenched.

Parth and Ekansh exchanged uneasy glances. Aashvika's grip on her phone tightened.

The tension escalated.

"But you did," Daksh said. "Only KV can hack into this system of mine." Daksh acknowledged.

"No one else has the guts," Daksh added. "But isn't that person a coward?" Daksh asked.

"Not to come forward, to hide from me?" Daksh taunted. "Is she scared of me?" Daksh questioned.

Aarushi's composure remained unbroken.

"We didn't hire KV," Aarushi said.

Daksh's grin faltered.

"Then who?" Daksh demanded.

The room fell silent.

Krishnaa's eyes locked onto Daksh.

Abhimanyu's anger boiled.

Parth and Ekansh tensed.

Aashvika's eyes flashed.

Daksh's true intentions remained unclear.

But one thing was certain:

Daksh would stop at nothing.

To achieve his goals.

To uncover KV's identity.

And exploit their skills.

For his own gain.

The room held its breath.

Awaiting Krishnaa's reaction.

The silence stretched.

Heavy with anticipation.

And foreboding.

Daksh's eyes locked onto Krishnaa.

A challenge had been issued.

And Krishnaa would have to respond.

Krishnaa's expression remained neutral.

But her mind raced.

Weighing options.

Calculating risks.

Considering consequences.

The stakes were high.

Higher than ever.

Krishnaa's decision would change everything.