Night had fallen, casting a gentle darkness over the household. The lights were dimmed, and the atmosphere was tranquil, punctuated only by the occasional sound of laughter or conversation from the dining area. Krishnaa remained in her room, her solitude undisturbed, a self-imposed exile from the world outside.

Abhimanyu, seated at the dining table, inquired about Krishnaa's well-being, his brow furrowed with concern. "Krishnaa hasn't come out of her room all day," he said, his voice tinged with worry. Aarushi paused, her eyes meeting Abhimanyu's, a silent understanding passing between them.

"She's not feeling well," Aarushi replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's resting." The words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of Krishnaa's fragile state. Abhimanyu and Ekansh nodded sympathetically, their expressions understanding, their faces etched with concern.

Later, as the evening wore on, Aashvika reminded Parth, "Don't forget to take Krishnaa's dinner to her room." Parth nodded, his mouth full of food, his eyes locked onto Aashvika's. The gesture was a small one, but it spoke volumes about their care and consideration for Krishnaa.

After finishing his meal, Parth headed to his room, the dinner tray balanced precariously in his hands. He found his wife, , sleeping on the couch, wrapped snugly in a blanket, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. The room was cozy, the air thick with warmth and comfort.

Krishnaa lay motionless, enveloped in the blanket's warmth, her eyes fixed on the door as she heard Parth's footsteps approaching. The sound was soft and gentle, a testament to his considerate nature, a reminder that he was always there for her, no matter what. She knew he had brought dinner, and her heart swelled with gratitude, but she couldn't muster the courage to face him, not now, not when she felt so vulnerable.

The weight of her secret threatened to consume her, a constant reminder of the fragility that lay beneath her surface. Krishnaa felt like she was living a lie, hiding behind a mask of normalcy, while her body screamed in protest. The allergic reaction had left her skin inflamed, her senses heightened, and her emotions raw. She couldn't bear the thought of Parth seeing her like this, couldn't bear the thought of his concern, his pity.

Parth entered the room, his presence filling the space with a sense of calm, a sense of peace that Krishnaa desperately needed. "Krishnaa, I brought dinner," he said, his voice low and soothing, designed to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be okay. But Krishnaa remained still, her face hidden beneath the blanket, unwilling to reveal her fragile state, unwilling to expose her vulnerability.

Parth set the tray down on the bedside table, his eyes scanning the room with concern, searching for any sign of what was wrong. "Krishnaa, are you okay?" he asked, his tone laced with worry, his voice tinged with fear. Krishnaa's silence was her response, a deafening quiet that spoke volumes about her inner turmoil. Parth's brow furrowed, his face etched with concern, as he struggled to understand her withdrawal.

The minutes ticked by, each one an eternity, as Krishnaa held her breath, willing herself to remain silent, willing herself to remain hidden. Parth's hand reached out to touch her shoulder, a gentle gesture meant to reassure, but Krishnaa flinched, her body tensing at the prospect of being discovered. The movement was involuntary, a reflex born of fear and vulnerability.

"I'll leave you alone," Parth whispered, his voice barely audible, his words laced with disappointment, with concern. Krishnaa waited, her ears straining to hear Parth's gentle snores, the sound that would signal his descent into slumber. The room grew quiet, the darkness deepening, as Krishnaa's tension eased, replaced by a sense of relief.

As she peeked from beneath the blanket, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, Krishnaa saw Parth sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. She let out a sigh, the sound barely audible, as she wrapped the blanket tighter around her, seeking comfort in its warmth, seeking solace in its security. Her secret remained safe, hidden beneath the layers of fabric and deception.

But for how long? Krishnaa knew she couldn't hide forever, that eventually, she would have to confront the truth. She would have to face Parth, face her friends, face herself. The thought sent shivers down her spine, but for now, she would remain hidden, shielded from the world by the blanket's comforting embrace. Tonight, she would hide, but tomorrow, she would have to find the courage to face the truth.

Krishnaa's sigh was a whispered lament, a heartbreaking reminder of her tumultuous past. The memories she had tried to bury deep within her consciousness began to resurface, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. She had never dared to share her problems with anyone, fearing rejection and betrayal.

In school, Krishnaa was a loner, an outcast overshadowed by her sister Ayesha's popularity. Ayesha's charm and charisma drew everyone in, leaving Krishnaa in the shadows. Her classmates preferred Ayesha's company, and Krishnaa was left to navigate the treacherous waters of adolescence alone. The isolation was suffocating, a heavy weight that threatened to crush her.

But there was one person she had trusted - Shreshta. Her friend, her confidante, her betrayer. Shreshta knew all Krishnaa's secrets, all her pain. Yet, she chose to use this knowledge against Krishnaa, joining forces with Ayesha to bully her mercilessly. The betrayal cut deep, a wound that refused to heal.

The memories still lingered, a painful reminder of Krishnaa's vulnerability. They forced her to drink custard apple smoothie, knowing full well she was allergic. When she protested, they beat her, their cruelty unforgiving. Krishnaa's voice trembled as she recalled the agony, her body ravaged by the allergic reactions.

Her parents' indifference was the final blow. "Bear the pain," they said, "we can't afford medical expenses." The words echoed in Krishnaa's mind, a haunting reminder of her worthlessness. The allergic reactions ravaged her body for two agonizing days, her suffering ignored.

No one came to her aid, no one offered comfort. Krishnaa was left to endure the torment alone, her cries for help drowned out by Ayesha's laughter and Shreshta's mocking gaze. The silence was deafening, a chilling reminder that she was truly alone.

Those scars still lingered, etched on Krishnaa's heart like an indelible tattoo. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford, friendship a concept tainted by Shreshta's betrayal. Now, as Krishnaa lay hidden beneath the blanket, her secrets threatened to engulf her.

Parth's kindness and Aarushi's warmth had awakened a longing within her, a yearning for connection and understanding. But fear held her back, the ghosts of her past whispering cautionary tales of betrayal and pain. Krishnaa's heart remained locked, her secrets hidden behind a mask of silence.

Would she ever find the courage to reveal her truth, to risk being hurt again? Or would her past forever define her, a prisoner of her own fears and doubts? The uncertainty hung in the air, a constant reminder that Krishnaa's journey toward healing was far from over.

In the darkness, Krishnaa's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of emotions that refused to subside. She knew she couldn't hide forever, that eventually, she would have to confront the truth. But for tonight, she would remain hidden, shielded from the world by the blanket's comforting embrace.