Aashvika's eyes narrowed as she gazed at the woman standing in front of her, her mind racing with a mixture of emotions - shock, anger, and betrayal. As she took in the woman's features, she realized that the description she had heard earlier matched this woman's perfectly. The same woman who had been the subject of so many rumors and gossip, the same woman who had been accused of breaking so many hearts. Aashvika's eyes locked onto the woman's face, and she felt a surge of anger and resentment. She realized that this woman was Inaaya, the woman who had been the cause of so much pain and suffering for Ekansh.

Aashvika's blood boiled as she gazed at Inaaya, her heart pounding with anger and resentment. She felt a strong urge to confront Inaaya, to demand answers from her, to make her pay for what she had done to Ekansh. But as she turned to look at Ekansh, she saw that he had a neutral expression on his face, as if he was watching the scene unfold with a detached sense of curiosity. His eyes were fixed on Inaaya, but his face didn't betray any emotion, any hint of what he might be feeling. Aashvika's eyes searched Ekansh's face, trying to read his expression, trying to understand what he was thinking. But his face was a mask, a perfect mask that gave away nothing.

Aashvika's eyes flashed with anger as she turned back to look at Inaaya, her heart pounding with resentment. She felt a strong urge to protect Ekansh, to shield him from the pain and hurt that Inaaya had caused him. She felt a strong sense of loyalty and devotion to Ekansh, and she was determined to do whatever it took to make sure that he was happy and safe. Aashvika's eyes locked onto Inaaya's face, and she felt a surge of anger and resentment. She was ready to take on Inaaya, to confront her and demand answers from her. She was ready to defend Ekansh, to protect him from the woman who had hurt him so badly.

Inaaya's eyes scanned the crowd, her gaze lingering on the faces of her former classmates, her expression a mask of cool indifference, as if she was sizing them up, evaluating their worth, and finding them wanting. But as her eyes landed on a handsome stranger standing amidst the crowd, she felt a sudden jolt of surprise, her heart skipping a beat as she took in his chiseled features and piercing eyes, which seemed to bore into her very soul. She was spellbound, her gaze frozen on the stranger's face, as if she was trying to commit every detail to memory, to etch his features into her mind forever. She failed to acknowledge Ekansh, standing right next to the stranger, her eyes glossing over him as if he was invisible, as if he didn't exist, as if he was just a mere spectator in the grand drama of her life.

Of course, Ekansh's aura was describing his fame and richness, the subtle confidence and poise that came with being a successful and wealthy individual, a man who had made his mark on the world and had the wealth and status to prove it. His eyes sparkled with a quiet assurance, his smile hinting at a deep-seated satisfaction with his life, as if he had finally found what he was looking for, as if he had finally achieved his dreams. He exuded an air of quiet power, the kind of power that came from being a self-made man, a man who had worked hard to achieve his goals and had succeeded against all odds, overcoming obstacles and challenges that would have defeated lesser men. Inaaya's eyes, however, were fixed on the handsome stranger, her gaze drinking in every detail of his face, her expression softening into a look of admiration and wonder, as if she was beholding a work of art, a masterpiece of nature.

Inaaya's gaze lingered on the stranger's face, her eyes tracing the contours of his features, the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled nose, the full lips that curved into a subtle smile, as if he was sharing a secret joke with her. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sudden jolt of attraction that caught her off guard, leaving her breathless and bewildered. She couldn't explain why she was drawn to this stranger, why she felt an inexplicable connection to him, as if they shared a secret bond that only they could understand. All she knew was that she was captivated by him, body and soul, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from his face.

Principal Mehta made his way to the stage, a broad smile spreading across his face as he gazed out at the sea of familiar faces before him, his eyes twinkling with warmth and affection as he thought about the incredible journey his students had been on. He was beaming with pride, his heart swelling with joy and satisfaction as he thought about the fact that his students had worked hard to achieve their goals, had persevered in the face of adversity, and had emerged victorious in the end. He was proud of each and every one of them, proud of the fact that they had never given up on their dreams, proud of the fact that they had always believed in themselves, even when no one else did.

But Principal Mehta's heart had a special appreciation for three students in particular - Ekansh, Abhimanyu, and Parth. He had always known that they were special, always known that they had the potential to achieve great things. He had watched them grow and evolve over the years, had watched them face challenges and overcome obstacles, had watched them learn from their mistakes and emerge stronger and wiser. And he had been proud of them every step of the way, proud of their determination, proud of their resilience, proud of their unwavering commitment to their goals. Sadly, Abhimanyu and Parth hadn't been able to make it to the reunion, but Ekansh was there, standing tall and proud, a testament to the incredible things he had achieved.

Principal Mehta's eyes locked onto Ekansh's face, and he smiled, a sense of pride and satisfaction washing over him. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice booming across the hall, echoing off the walls as he spoke. "It is my pleasure to introduce to you a very special person, a person who has made us all proud, a person who has achieved incredible things in his life. A person who has shown us that with hard work, determination, and a never-say-die attitude, anything is possible. Please put your hands together for Ekansh Harshvardhan Goenka." The crowd erupted into applause as Ekansh made his way to the stage, a humble smile spreading across his face as he waved to the crowd, his eyes shining with gratitude and appreciation.

Principal Mehta's eyes shone with pride as he gazed at Ekansh, his heart full of admiration for this incredible young man. "Ekansh Harshvardhan Goenka," he repeated, his voice full of emphasis, full of pride, full of admiration. "CEO of the Goenka Corporation, alongside his brothers. A true leader, a true visionary, a true inspiration to us all. A man who has shown us that with hard work, determination, and a never-say-die attitude, anything is possible. A man who has made us all proud, who has made his family proud, who has made his friends proud. A man who is a true role model, a true inspiration, a true leader." The crowd gasped in shock, their eyes wide with amazement as they stared at Ekansh, their minds struggling to process this new information. They had known Ekansh as a nerd, a quiet and unassuming student who had always kept to himself. But now, they were faced with a completely different person, a person who was confident, charismatic, and incredibly successful.

Inaaya's eyes widened in shock as she struggled to digest the newly found information that the handsome stranger standing before her was none other than Ekansh, the man she had so callously rejected in the past. She felt a wave of emotions wash over her - shock, surprise, and a hint of regret. She realized that Ekansh was far more richer and successful than Vishal, the man she was currently with, and a pang of jealousy shot through her. Her eyes gleamed with a cunning smile as she decided to approach Ekansh, to try and make amends for past mistakes, to try and win him back. She thought about all the things she could say to him, all the ways she could try and manipulate him into giving her another chance. She thought about how she could use her charm and her beauty to try and win him over.

But before she could take a step forward, before she could utter a single word, Aashvika appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her hand around Ekansh's arm, her eyes flashing with a possessive glint. Ekansh, in turn, put his hand on Aashvika's waist, his fingers curling around her securely, as if staking his claim on her. Inaaya's eyes narrowed as she watched the exchange, her blood boiling with anger and resentment. She felt a pang of jealousy, a pang of regret, as she realized that Ekansh was now out of her reach, that he had moved on and found someone else. She thought about all the things she had done to Ekansh in the past, all the ways she had hurt him and manipulated him. She thought about how she had rejected him, how she had made him feel like he was worthless.

Inaaya's face twisted with anger as she gazed at Aashvika, her eyes flashing with a malevolent glint. She felt a strong urge to confront Aashvika, to demand that she let go of Ekansh, to demand that she give him back. But she knew that she had no right to do so, that she had forfeited her claim on Ekansh a long time ago. All she could do now was stand and watch, stand and watch as Ekansh and Aashvika basked in each other's love, stand and watch as they shared a moment of tender intimacy. She felt a pang of regret, a pang of sadness, as she realized that she had lost Ekansh forever, that he was now gone from her life for good.

Inaaya's eyes locked onto Ekansh's face, and she greeted him politely, her voice dripping with sweetness, her smile flashing with warmth, as if she was trying to make up for lost time, as if she was trying to erase the past and start anew. But Ekansh's response was curt, his nod barely perceptible, his eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance, as if he was irritated by her sudden interest in him, as if he was wary of her intentions. Inaaya felt a surge of embarrassment, her face burning with humiliation, as she realized that Ekansh was not interested in talking to her, as she realized that he had moved on and was no longer the same man she had known in college.

Before she could say more, Aashvika interrupted, her voice chiming in with a cheerful tone, her eyes sparkling with warmth, as if she was happy to see Ekansh, as if she was eager to spend more time with him. "I'm hungry," she said, her hand slipping into Ekansh's, her fingers intertwining with his, as if she was staking her claim on him, as if she was marking him as her territory. Ekansh nodded, his eyes flicking towards Aashvika, his expression softening into a smile, as if he was happy to oblige her, as if he was eager to make her happy. They were about to leave, but Inaaya interrupted, her voice rising in protest, her eyes flashing with anger, as if she was determined to stop them, as if she was determined to have her way.

"Who are you?" Inaaya demanded, her voice shrill, her eyes narrowing into slits, as if she was trying to intimidate Aashvika, as if she was trying to make her back down. "And why are you taking him with you?" she continued, her voice dripping with venom, her tone acidic, as if she was accusing Aashvika of stealing Ekansh away from her. "He's not your servant or anything," she spat, her words laced with malice, as if she was trying to belittle Aashvika, as if she was trying to make her feel inferior. "And I'm his friend," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm, as if she was mocking the idea of their friendship, as if she was mocking the idea that she had ever been close to Ekansh. "Can't I just have a conversation with him?" she asked, her voice rising in indignation, as if she was outraged by the idea that Aashvika would dare to stand in her way.

"How dare you talk like that with my wife?" Ekansh lashed out, his voice low, his tone menacing, as if he was warning Inaaya to back off, as if he was warning her to respect Aashvika's boundaries. Inaaya's eyes widened in shock, her face paling, as she realized that she had crossed a line, as she realized that she had gone too far. Ekansh's words hung in the air, a challenge, a warning, a clear indication that he would not tolerate any disrespect towards Aashvika. Inaaya felt a surge of fear, her heart racing, as she realized that she had underestimated Ekansh, that he was not the same man she had known in college. She realized that he was now a powerful and confident individual, a man who would not hesitate to stand up for himself and those he loved.