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The morning sunlight filtered softly through the creamy curtains of Isha's room... a new day, a sacred day - her wedding day - yet for her, nothing felt sacred anymore.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs drawn up, staring blankly at the wall.
Her eyes felt heavy, the pillowcase still damp from tears she hadn't allowed anyone to see.
She had come here with strength - a raging fire inside her chest -
a desire to hurt him just as deeply as he once hurt her.
Yet every night, when Shivansh touched her... kissed her...
something inside her shattered again.
She hated that her heart still knew him.
He broke me once.
I won't let him break me again.
Tonight, once I become Luka's bride, I leave forever.
Italy. A new life. Without him.
You're here for revenge remember. You're strong. You won't break.
But last night... Shivansh touching her, kissing her, taking what he still believed was his - it shook her. She hated how her own body responded. She hated how part of her still longed for him.
No more. I will marry Luka. And then I will leave India forever.
Italy. Her safe escape. Away from this pain.
She wiped her tears harshly, went to wash her face - forcing herself to look normal.
A knock echoed through the room.
She inhaled shakily, assuming it was Luka... or her friends.
But when she opened the door-
It was Shivansh.
His condition was worse than hers.
He looked destroyed.
Still in last night's clothes... sleeves wrinkled... hair a mess... eyes swollen and red.
He looked like he hadn't slept. Maybe I hadn't even breathed.
He stood there, chest rising sharply, like he had run here in panic.
He didn't say a word for a few seconds... he just stared at her.
Stared like he was memorizing everything about her before she could vanish again.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
She tried to shut the door.
When she tried to shut the door, he placed his foot - blocking her.
But his hand shot out - stopping it.
A tremor passed through both of them.
"Isha..." his voice cracked.
Just her name - but dripping with every pain they ever shared.
"I don't want to talk," she whispered coldly.
He stepped inside anyway. Locked the door behind him.
His movements weren't forceful - just desperate.
He turned toward her slowly, breathing unsteadily.
"I didn't come to fight," he said, voice barely functioning.
"I came to beg for one chance... to explain."
She scoffed. "I don't want your explanations."
But he reached for her wrist - gently - allowing her time to pull away.
She didn't.
Her body betrayed her.
He guided her to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor before her...
like a broken king pleading for mercy.
"Just... listen," he pleaded. "If after that you want to go to Luka... I won't stop you."
She scoffed. "You already stopped me in every way possible."
He squeezed his eyes shut - absorbing the pain - before speaking again.
He looked up - those eyes searching her soul.
"Isha..."
He swallowed hard.
"Do you really think... I would ever cheat on you?"
His voice wasn't angry. It was a wounded whisper.
"Isha... do you really think I would ever cheat on you?"
His voice shook.
"And that too with Juhi? My sister? Do you think I'm that monster?"
Isha looked away. The memories are still stabbed like knives.
"You made me believe it," she whispered bitterly.
"You made me believe I was nothing to you."
He inhaled sharply. Then with a breaking voice...
"I did it to save you."
Her heart skipped. "Save me? From what?"
He held her gaze now - fierce, desperate.
"If I didn't break you that day... if I didn't make you hate me..."
"They would have killed you."
Isha froze.
Killed... who?
Her voice trembled: "Who are 'they'?"
Shivansh swallowed heavily as truth finally began pouring out - the truth he had buried beneath five years of agony.
"That night," her voice trembled with bitterness, "I heard. I saw everything."
"I know."
He nodded - pained - as if reliving his own torture.
"But every word I spoke... every cruel thing I did..."
He closed his eyes, fists clenching.
"It was a plan."
She stared - confusion swirling with rage.
"A plan?"
Her voice broke into a shaking laugh.
"You ruined me. You destroyed my life - and you call it a plan?"
His eyes snapped up.
"If I didn't do that... they would have killed you."
Silence. Heavy. Violent.
Isha's breath caught.
"Who?" she whispered.
His jaw tightened in fear - fear for her.
"My rivals they wanted to see me broken and when they knows about you they find you their perfect target. "
He exhaled shakily.
" they wanted to kill you in front of me."
He glanced around the room paranoidly - as if someone might still be listening.
"I am Mafia king Isha, of the undia, they want me gone, from the empire of which I am king."
His voice hardened in pain.
"You were becoming my weakness... and weaknesses are punished in my world."
Isha shook her head aggressively, tears threatening to spill.
"If you were trying to protect me, you should have told me!"
Her voice rose, cracking.
"I couldn't."
His eyes filled with tears - real ones, not masked behind anger.
"They were watching every step. Every call. Every touch."
He looked down, shame burning.
"Even they day Juhi's clothes... her jewelry..."
His voice dropped to a haunted whisper.
"There were cameras. Recording everything."
Isha froze.
Her stomach twisted.
He continued, the truth pouring out like blood from a reopened wound.
"If that day I didn't do that with you, show you I cheated, say hurtful words you are not live Isha try to understand, I can never cheated on you, you are love of my life, janna."
Two Months Before Their First Wedding
Shivansh buried himself in work and was actually busy with his stuff.
"I disappeared into work," he started.
"I wanted everything perfect... I wanted a long honeymoon with isha after marriage. So I rushed projects, ignored meetings, ignored calls... only to finish everything faster so I could be with you."
He shut his eyes for a moment, guilt swirling across his expression.
"And meanwhile, I asked Aarya to investigate Elvo... his brother wanted to become the mafia king but I was the one assign for that place by dad and after that he and his brother started double cross me so I killed him and elvo saw that in front of his eyes and then ran away, but after you came in my life I want to start fresh, no blood, no kill, no mafia, and so, I ask aarya to look for him so I kill him and start new."
Isha stiffened.
"One night," Shivansh continued, "Aarya called urgently. Told me we needed to meet in an old warehouse near my office."
When he reached there, Aarya was pacing, anxious, furious.
"What happened?" Shivansh demanded.
Arya's words had turned Shivansh's blood cold that night.
"Elvo has joined hands with Rathod."
The name itself was poisonous.
A family banished from India decades ago - criminals, traffickers, murderers.
Rathod wanted one thing - revenge by destroying the mine family, why because I kill his father because he kill my sister.
"And Elvo?" Shivansh clenched his jaw.
"He wanted to eliminate me... the 'mafia boy' as he calls me."
But then Aarya dropped the real bomb.
"There's more.
Juhi is with them too."
Isha's breath hitched.
"No..." she whispered.
"Yes," Shivansh nodded painfully.
"The sister I protected... the sister I trusted... was working with our enemies."
Aarya showed him photos - Juhi meeting Elvo, Juhi meeting Rathod, Juhi passing them documents... secret intelligence.
"I couldn't believe it. I had to confront her."
FLASHBACK BEGIN..
So they rushed to Delhi that same night - helicopter waiting at the palace helipad.
They stormed into Juhi's central Delhi apartment.
Empty.
Until they reached her bedroom...
Walls plastered with photos - of Shivansh, of Isha... even their security guards hidden in the shadows. Every detail is tracked. Every movement recorded.
She was spying. For months.
Then Juhi entered.
Gun raised.
She froze seeing them.
"Drop it," Shivansh ordered.
Slowly she lowered the weapon - her face blank, emotionless.
"What the hell are you doing with Rathod and Elvo?" he roared.
Juhi silently turned, pulled a hidden book from a shelf -
A secret door opened into a sound-proof bunker.
"No one can hear us here," she said calmly.
"No signals. No tracking."
They followed - reluctantly.
Inside looked like an intelligence command room - files, multiple screens, surveillance setups.
Then she ask shivansh, "What do you think what I am, a student!! "
Shivansh gritted his teeth and said
"You're an undercover agent."
Juhi said " You know. "
Shivansh said " Yes, all along, you're family I know about everyone who matter, and don't forget I am the king, I know every thing. " Then continue " Now tell me what are you doing with rather and Elvo. "
Juhi finally exhaled.
"Yes. Six months ago, I received a mission."
She dropped a thick file on the table - stamped with the national emblem.
"Rathod is running the largest human trafficking ring. Women and children smuggled across borders. Elvi is helping him expand into Europe because of his connection."
Isha shivered listening.
Her stomach twisted.
"I was ordered to infiltrate them," Juhi explained.
"To earn their trust. To get evidence. To bring them down."
Shivansh and Arya exchanged a look... half-relieved, half-terrified.
Juhi looked at her brother, eyes burning with urgency.
"And Shiva... they want to kill you."
"And if they can't kill you-"
She looked directly at Isha photo, voice hardening:
"They will kill her."
The room felt like a sealed world - where reality became sharp enough to wound.
Juhi stood in the center of that underground space, her voice trembling between guilt and urgency as she continued to reveal the truth. Shivansh's fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were turning white. Aryan stood beside him, teeth grinding, eyes stormed with disbelief.
"I did all this... because they threatened to kill her," she pointed at Shivansh's chest, "and then, kill you."
Shivansh's chest rose heavier, breath shaking.
"What is happening, Juhi?" he rasped, eyes darkening. "Why are you telling me all this now?"
Juhi exhaled deeply - defeated, exhausted.
"Because it is necessary now and I also want your help now as you know everything."
Her eyes glistened.
"So, I made a plan to show them I am obsessed with you and wants you, jealous of Isha because she took my place and now wants to kill her then wanted you any how."
Shivansh's stare turned razor-sharp.
Juhi's words cracked, "they thought if I can't have you, then I will kill her - and kill you after that - so no one would have each other."
Shivansh froze.
"But Elvo and Rathod..." she swallowed a sob, "They had a bigger plan."
She opened another file - photographs scattered across the table. Guards. Maps. Stolen wedding itinerary. Notes.
"When I joined them, I discovered something far worse - Shivansh, your some security is compromised."
Shivansh shot toward the table, scanning every document with a furious glare.
Juhi continued, voice quivering,
"There are two guards from Rathod's side planted inside YOUR personal team... and two more inside the team you assigned to protect Isha. Every call, every plan, every movement - they know it first."
A chill slithered up Shivansh's spine.
"So they decided..."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"To kill Isha... on your birthday."
Silence - cold, suffocating.
"It has to be the happiest day of your life, right?" Juhi continued bitterly. "Rathod wants to turn it into your nightmare. Right in front of your eyes, he wanted to slit her throat. Just like you killed his father - in front of him."
Shivansh staggered back a step, the world spinning under his feet.
His past sins. His revenge.
Now coming back for the woman he loved.
"I was collecting proof," she said desperately.
"I was going to tell you. I just needed a few more days. I joined them to save you both..."
Her voice cracked - breaking apart.
"Brother... if I hadn't acted in front of you...
If I didn't pretend to hate Isha..."
Tears fell.
"They would have killed her. And then killed YOU."
She looked directly into his eyes.
Raw. Broken. Honest.
"I never betrayed you, Shiva."
"I was trying to save the two most precious people in my life."
"I was drowning in my duty... but I still protected you."
Shivansh stood frozen - thunderstruck.
Every truth hitting him like bullets.
His heart hammered with terror...
with guilt...
with rage...
And with only one thought screaming inside him now-
I have to save her.
Then juhi show him a photo and ask who is he.
Shivansh stared at the photograph in Juhi's hand - disbelief hardening every muscle in his face. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs like it wanted to escape.
"That's Aarav," he said, voice rough. "I know him... he is family, you also know him. He is Isha's best friend-"
Juhi cut him sharply.
"No. He is Raghav - Aarav's twin brother. His elder brother. Identical... but opposite in every way."
Shivansh's throat dried.
"Twin...?"
Juhi continued, voice controlled but trembling at the edges:
"When Aarav and Raghav were born... Aarav's heart was weak. He needed medicine... machines... constant attention. Their parents loved Aarav a little more - not because they wanted to... but because they were terrified to lose him."
Shivansh just stared - shock coating him like ice.
"But Raghav... watched all of it. Every hug, every smile, every bedtime story... always for Aarav."
She took a shaky breath.
"He was a kid - jealousy poisoned him young. One day, when they were five... he pushed Aarav from the first-floor balcony."
Shivansh's eyes widened.
"Aarav hit his head on a stone. He lost consciousness. Blood everywhere. His parents rushed him to the hospital - and left Raghav behind."
Juhi's voice dropped lower:
"After Aarav woke up... he forgot everything. Memory gone. Even that he had a brother. Doctors warned - don't force memories back. He already fought death once... his heart might not take it again."
"So his parents erased Raghav from their lives?" Shivansh whispered.
"No, they just scold Ragnar for that but he hater grow for them and he ran away from his house. " Juhi continue
"They were already scared of losing Aarav... they couldn't afford to lose their second son also. They filed a missing report... and days later, a dead child was found nearby. They assumed Raghav died. End of story."
Shivansh inhaled sharply - fists clenching.
"But that wasn't Raghav's end."
Juhi's eyes turned cold.
"He ran. He survived. And one night... Elvo found him - stabbing another boy over a piece of bread."
Shivansh stiffened.
"Elvo offered him money... a home... and revenge."
Juhi's jaw tightened.
"Raghav agreed. He grew up inside Rathore's mafia. Anger... hatred... it raised him."
She slid the picture closer.
"When I saw him in their meeting - I thought he was Aarav too. But Elvi told me. This is Raghav."
She paused... letting Shivansh absorb the horror.
"And now... they want to use him."
Shivansh swallowed hard.
"How?"
Juhi exhaled - fear visible.
"They planned to kill Isha, on your birthday."
The world stopped.
Shivansh froze - pupils dilating... heartbeat turning violent.
Juhi spoke faster - panic leaking through:
"Isha is coming to surprise you with a private celebration... and Elvo knows. Because there are two spies in your security - and two more in Isha's hidden protection."
Shivansh felt the floor dissolving beneath him.
"They will kidnap Aarav, replace him with Raghav... and during the surprise... Raghav will strangle Isha right in front of you."
Juhi clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white:
"It will look like Aarav killed her. You will break. Your empire will think their king is weak - and Elvo will either kill you or take your throne. Rathore gets revenge... Elvo gets your power... and Aarav? He dies too, blamed for the murder.. Raglan also get his revenge."
Rage shot through Shivansh like wildfire.
"You should've told me earlier-"
"No!" Juhi stepped closer, eyes desperate.
"If I told you even once before today... they would've known! Someone is leaking your moves directly to them. Every message. Every plan."
Shivansh's breathing turned sharp.
Juhi continued, voice pleading:
"Now you know everything. So listen carefully."
She pointed at him.
"If we want to save Isha... you must be cruel."
He froze.
"We make them believe you and I are together - that you cheated on Isha."
Juhi's voice broke.
"It is the only way to protect her. They think she is your weakness... so we must make them believe she is nothing."
The silence became suffocating.
Juhi wiped her tears:
On your birthday night... Rathore and Elvi will meet Raghav to celebrate their victory. We will trap them there... kill them all."
Her voice turned firm:
"For now, Isha must hate you. She must leave this palace crying. And you must break her heart with your own hands." continue "but you can make her understand about everything, shows her proof and I also told her everything. "
Shivansh felt his soul fracture.
"I will say to Rathod and other," Juhi whispered, " that I seduced you... that you chose me over Isha, and we can save Isha like that also and tell them that first I will show Isha that shivansh cheated and after she left crying, I will kill you. They revenge also fulfill. "
She swallowed, eyes glistening.
"I will pretend to be your lover... so she can live."
The air itself felt heavy.
After hours of revelations, plans, confessions and buried truths resurfacing like ghosts from the dead-Shivansh and Aarya both sat there, numb. Their lungs tried to pull in air, but every breath hurt. Too much. Far too much.
Shivansh felt like someone had ripped open his chest and poured fire inside. Finding out the real reason behind his own cruelty... forcing himself to hurt the only woman he ever loved just to keep her alive... knowing the same people who destroyed his life five years ago were still walking with the smugness of power...
And then the final blow- juhi tell about his sister, their sister.
That
" Meher di is alive, according to them they kidnap her after your accident and torture her everyday till 2 month and one day she ran away after killing the guard who was assign and they search for her and eventually thought she died. But No I am trying to find her, she is alive but maybe she is not in India, it will take some time you find her till them we have to handle Rathod and elvo."
His mind simply refused to understand.
Juhi's voice trembled as she repeated the details, but her decision was clear-this time, there would be no mercy.
Rathore's men would attend birthday's celebration... thinking they had already won, thinking they had already broken Isha and kill you. But that celebration would become their graveyard.
The plan was cruel. The plan was painful.
But it was the only plan.
Juhi wiped her tears and spoke firmly:
"Every mole will be there tomorrow. Every killer who touched your life, tried to destroy hers... they will come. We finish them all in one go."
Arya's fists clenched. Shivansh kept his eyes closed, forcing calm into his veins.
"And Isha?" he whispered-barely a sound, barely a breath.
Juhi stepped closer.
"You will keep her safe. She will go home crying but after killing everyone, we can go their and tell her everything, make her understand. After Rathod and Elvo gone, you don't have hide another from her. Forever."
Shivansh swallowed painfully.
"Even if... she leaves me forever... as long as she lives."
Juhi nodded.
"That's the point. Her life is above everything."
Silence consumed the room until Shivansh spoke softly to aarya,
"you'll never leave her alone. Not for a minute. Even if she says to. Even if she hates you. She has to stay alive."
Shivansh shut his eyes, his voice breaking,
"I can take her hatred... but not her death."
Juhi could no longer hold herself strong-she hugged him.
He didn't hug back.
He couldn't.
His hands wouldn't move.
After finalizing the execution plan-
After mapping the isolated abandoned farmhouse near the highway...
After deciding who would infiltrate where...
They flew back to Jaipur that very night.
And started the plan, and then that day came for what they are not ready.
Juhi gain their truth after telling them that she will kill shivansh after showing Isha that he cheated, they also agreed will her and didn't send Rashad their.
Meanwhile...
In Jaipur, the trap had already started tightening.
The penthouse was silent.
Lights too bright.
Everything is perfectly staged.
Because Rathore's was watching from the camera which was in juhi clothes and jewelry.
Isha came there happily to surprise shivansh-but she herself got the surprise which she can't forget according to her. The moment she entered, the world she'd glued together with trembling hands shattered again.
There he was-
Shivansh sitting with Juhi.
Juhi sitting on his lap.
Her hand is cupping his jaw.
Faces too close.
But the truth was different-
Juhi wasn't seducing him.
She wasn't touching him with affection.
She was holding him because he was breaking from inside.
His lifeless eyes stared at nothing.
His body shook.
The monster mask he wore for Isha...
...was suffocating him now.
Yet... when Isha's face came into view-
He forced every tear back
And replaced them with poison.
Words are worse than knives spilled from his tongue.
He insulted her love.
He insulted her touch.
He laughed at her heartbreak.
Every word was another bullet through his own ribs.
And Isha broke.
Completely.
She ran, choking on her own breath.
Dhruv sprinted after her. Aviyansh too.
They left only two behind. And aarya was with her too to protect her.
Shivansh.
And Juhi.
Now the final part of the plan.
Juhi pulled a gun.
A fake gun.
But filled with a blood cartridge.
She fired.
He fell.
Blood burst from his forehead.
His body went still.
That fake death photo-the one Juhi's father's enemies kept in their folder-was finally put to use.
And they also show how what ever happened, how he broke her, And now he was gone.
To Rathore's eyes, to every agent spying-
Shivansh Raghuvanshi was dead.
Juhi left through one route.
Shivansh through another.
Guards monitored everything from the shadows.
Drones were already set.
Security eyes redirected.
The highway path is clear.
The war officially began...
And all of it...
Every lie
Every cruelty
Every death-like heartbreak
...was to keep Isha breathing.
The place looked exactly how nightmares are built - broken walls, dust, silence, and danger breathing in the air.
Juhi stepped inside with a fearless expression painted over her fear-beating heart. Rathod, Elvo and Raghav were there - all three of them smirking, celebrating victory as if they had already won.
Rathos clapped sarcastically,
"Finally, the little princess arrives."
Elvi crossed his arms and tilted his head,
"You did exactly what we asked. You killed Shivansh."
He chuckled darkly.
"So loyal... even more than we expected."
Juhi's throat tightened, but she threw the photo in front of them - the fake blood, the fake corpse.
Raghav whistled mockingly,
"Wow. Look at him. Dead. Just like his sister."
Juhi's nails dug into her palm, holding back rage.
She needed to stay alive - until he arrived.
Elvo stepped forward, eyes shining with cruelty.
"You know the funniest part? We never planned to let you live."
He whispered, leaning close.
"You are just another pawn we used... thank you for being so stupid."
Juhi's breath hitched.
"Now it's time to finish the last witness," Rathod announced, signaling the guard behind Juhi.
She shut her eyes tight - accepting death.
But-
A loud metallic CLANK echoed.
Before the guard could pull the trigger, a rope shot from above - yanking his gun out of his hand. The guard screamed, stumbling.
Then-
BANG!
He fell. A bullet between his eyes.
Everyone froze.
Footsteps echoed from the shadows.
Slow, powerful, spine-freezing.
A deep voice sliced the silence:
"You made one mistake..."
Shivansh stepped forward - alive, angry, eyes burning with pure vengeance.
"...you touched what's mine."
Rathod's jaw dropped.
Elvi took a step back.
Raghav stuttered,
"You... You were dead."
Shivansh smirked - dark, merciless.
"Dead? I think you forgot... I am at the end of death."
Armed shadows rushed into the warehouse - his loyal guards.
Guns raised. Surrounding the enemies.
Juhi collapsed a little with relief, but she stayed back. She had already played her part.
Elvo yelled,
"KILL HIM!"
Gunfire exploded everywhere -
but Shivansh didn't even flinch.
He threw his gun aside -
He wanted blood on his hands.
He grabbed the nearest man - snapped his neck clean like a twig.
Another rushed - Shivansh stabbed him with his own knife and kicked the body away.
Rathod tried running -
Shivansh caught him by his collar, slammed his face into a metal pole.
Blood splattered.
Rathod screamed,
"Please...please...don't-"
Shivansh punched him. Again. Again.
Until Rathore's breath became nothing but silence.
"This is for laying a finger on her."
Elvo charged with a metal rod -
Shivansh sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted until the bone cracked brutally.
Elvo screamed,
"You monster!"
Shivansh kicked him down and grabbed the rod -
with one strike, crushed his skull.
"Monster?" he snarled.
"You made me one."
Now only Raghav remained.
He struggled on the ground, eyes wide with terror.
"D-Don't kill me! I-I can give you information-money-power-"
Shivansh leaned close, voice cold as frozen steel.
"I already have everything."
He paused.
"Except for the time you stole from her."
He twisted Raghav's arm behind his back -
and Juhi stepped forward.
Her eyes burned with the pain of everything they put her through.
Shivansh released Raghav toward her and said:
"He's yours."
Juhi didn't hesitate.
One shot.
BANG.
Raghav collapsed - finally dead.
Silence flooded the air.
Bodies everywhere.
Blood everywhere.
Justice everywhere.
Shivansh exhaled a long painful breath -
anger is still trembling under his skin.
He looked at Juhi - expression unreadable.
"Is Isha safe?"
he asked, voice shaking for the first time.
Juhi nodded.
Shivansh closed his eyes -
a single tear escaping...
not for his enemies.
But for the girl he would die for.
Then they left for Raghuvanshi palace to tell everyone about this and celebrate their victory and apologize to isha.
Just was teasing Shivansh taking isha name and he was also blushing.
The huge palace doors opened with a soft creak... and their laughter froze in the air.
The corridors - usually glowing with light and life - stood silent, dim... like the walls themselves were mourning. Shivansh stopped. Juhi's teasing smile dropped from her lips instantly.
They both stepped inside... and then-
A loud sob pierced the silence.
Shivansh's eyes darted to the main hall.
Everyone was there.
Her parents. His mother. His grandmother. Isha's friends. Even the guards and staff.
All crying.
Shivansh's heartbeat stopped. His throat dried instantly. He couldn't breathe.
His mother stumbled toward him, tears flooding her eyes.
"Where were you!? Why weren't you with her!?" she screamed, hitting his chest weakly, breaking into sobs.
He didn't understand.
He couldn't understand.
His gaze slid to the giant television screen... repeating the same headline again and again:
BREAKING: ISHA MAHESHWARI DIES IN PLANE CRASH
Late night tragedy - No survivors found
The world slipped from under his feet.
"No..." the word escaped him like a dying whisper.
His chest constricted painfully. His vision blurred.
He staggered back, shaking his head violently.
"NO! SHE CAN'T-" his voice cracked into a scream.
He grabbed the remote and threw it against the marble pillar. The screen shattered into pieces... but the nightmare remained.
"I DID ALL THIS FOR HER!"
His voice broke.
"I HURT HER! I DESTROYED HER! TO SAVE HER!"
His knees gave up... he collapsed on the cold marble floor, fist pounding against it.
That's when aviyansh tell everyone what happen the night before.
LAP. CHEAT. WORDS. HURT. CRYING. EVERYTHING.
Juhi's legs shook. She still went- frozen. Then she fell to her knees, crying.
Ishika marched toward her, fury blazing through her tears.
"THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!"
A slap cracked across Juhi's cheek.
Juhi didn't move. She deserved worse. Her sobs choked her.
"I- I never wanted this..." she whispered... guilt tearing her apart.
Shivansh heard nothing. He was trapped in a silent storm.
His palms scraped the floor as he crawled toward Isha's mother, begging... pleading...
"Aunty... please tell me they're lying... please..."
Her mother's face broke completely, and she fell onto Shahil's shoulders, screaming in pain.
His vision spun. His lungs burned.
Everything turned dark except her name echoing in his skull:
Isha... Isha... ISHA...!!!
He smashed his hand into the floor again, blood smearing across the marble.
"I CAN'T LOSE HER! I CAN'T-"
He choked on his breath... tears streaming endlessly.
Juhi crawled closer, touching his arm... lost, destroyed.
"We tried... we tried so hard..." she sobbed.
He yanked his arm away.
He was able to look anyone, then his father and mother slap him say hurtful words and asks him to leave this place.
His hair was a mess. His clothes still had blood from the fight.
His heart was bleeding more.
His mother cried again, shouting Isha name
"isha!! She's gone! Stop-"
He didn't stop.
He couldn't.
He ran out of the palace...
The camera lights from the press outside flickered as they shouted questions...
And he disappeared into the morning fog.
FLASHBACK END..
His breath turned ragged.
"You think I wanted to break you?"
"I broke myself a hundred times in those moments."
His hands shook as he placed them on her knees.
"I thought... once you left... you'd live. You'd be safe."
His voice shattered completely.
"I thought staying away from me would keep you alive. But then the new cane that you died. "
She stared at him - wide-eyed, heart pounding, mind spinning wildly.
"And for five years?" she asked, voice barely audible.
"I searched," he whispered.
"Every city. Every country. Every shadow."
His tears finally escaped, falling onto her lap.
"But you were gone. Like you never existed."
Her chest ached - violently.
"I loved you, Isha. I still do."
His eyes burned with a fierce, tortured devotion.
"Till my last breath. Till death. And beyond."
Her lips quivered.
She wanted to scream at him. Hit him.
Fall into his arms.
Run away.
Believe him.
Never trust him again.
Everything inside her collapsed into chaos.
She pushed him slightly.
"Stop... stop saying all this, Shivansh..."
He stood slowly, cupping her face - his thumbs wiping one tear that dared to escape her control.
"I know you want revenge. I know you hate me."
His forehead pressed to hers - both trembling.
"But please Don't marry him", Shivansh's voice broke as he knelt on the cold marble floor. His head hung low, desperation trembling in every word.
Isha's voice was sharp, her pain barely masked. "Why should I listen to you, Shivansh? You left me. You showed me you loved someone else."
"It was a lie," he whispered, looking up at her with tear-filled eyes. "I never loved anyone else. It was all to protect you... from me."
Her chest heaved, tears threatening to spill. "And now you want me to undo everything because of your guilt? What about my pain, Shivansh?"
Shivansh's voice trembled as he begged, "No, i love you, I thought I was saving you, but I destroyed us both. I'll do anything-anything to fix this. Just don't marry him."
Isha took a shaky breath, her voice cracking. "Why now? Why when it's too late?"
Shivansh looked into her eyes, his voice soft but raw. "Because I can't live in a world where you're not mine."
Isha took a shaky breath and said. "It's too late now."
Silence hung between them, suffocating.
"But don't destroy your own life just to destroy mine."
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Please... listen to your heart once. Just once."
His voice cracked like a dying man's final prayer.
"Don't marry Luka."
She opened her eyes - full of fresh tears.
"I will. I am getting married today to Luka. "
He froze - like someone had stabbed him.
"Because love doesn't erase pain," she whispered.
"And forgiveness doesn't erase truth."
He stumbled back, like the floor shifted beneath him.
"So this is your final decision?"
His voice was hollow. Dead.
"Yes."
Her answer was firm - even as her heart screamed the opposite.
"And If you are done explaining yourself? Now leave me alone,
I have my marriage today, I have to ready"
His eyes hardened... something dangerous awakening.
"Fine. Main bhi dekhta hu kaise hoti h yeh shaadi. "
A vow. A threat. A declaration.
"If you won't choose me willingly-"
He stepped closer again, voice dropping to a chilling whisper:
"I will not let you become someone else's bride."
Her breath hitched.
"You belong to me."
His eyes turned sharp - dark with absolution.
"And I will burn the whole world before I let you go."
She stared at the man before her -
not a lover
not a fiancé
not a prince
but a king is ready to wage war for her.
Before she could say anything - he walked out.
Leaving her
shaking
breathing too fast
and realizing...
This wedding
wouldn't be normal.
Nothing was normal anymore.
Tonight...
everything would change.
Forever.
The palace corridors were silent... too silent...
Only the soft echo of hurried footsteps filled the midnight hall.
Shivansh - rage burning in his eyes, breath shaking - pushed open Luka's room door without knocking.
Inside, standing together like a wall:
Luka standing their stunned confusion,
Alessandro - protective anger,
Meher - fear mixed with shock,
Isha's parents - betrayed and shattered.
They all turned at once.
Luka's voice sharp, controlled:
"Why are you here? Haven't you done enough?"
But Shivansh didn't react to the hatred.
His eyes were already drowning in tears.
Without a word, he called out loudly:
Shivansh's broken voice, almost pleading to them on the call.
"Ranveer! Dhruv! Avyansh! Come here. Everyone deserves the truth tonight."
The three entered hurriedly... and the room felt too small for so many heavy hearts.
Shivansh finally looked at Luka... really looked...
the man who look at Isha too.
Shivansh - shattered honesty pouring out:
"You think I destroyed her... You think I cheated...
You think I broke her soul just for fun."
His voice cracked. His fists trembled.
Shivansh - tears falling, yet eyes fierce:
"I did everything to save her.
From those devils... from the same people who ruined my family...
from the ones who wanted her DEAD."
Everyone froze.
Ruins of five years of silence and pain finally breaking open...
Shivansh - choking:
"I told her cruel words... pushed her away...
because if I didn't, they would have killed her.
I burnt myself alive just to keep her breathing."
Meher gasped. Ranveer bowed his head. Dhruv's eyes turned red.
Isha's father's disbelief, cracking voice:
"You expect us to believe this now?"
Shivansh's knees collapsing to the floor:
"I expect nothing...
But I BEG you to understand one thing..."
He looked at Luka. Only Luka.
Shivansh - begging with everything he had left:
"You don't love her... I know.
But I... I am her love.
The man she waited for, cried for, died every day for..."
Luka flinched. That sentence cut deeper than any wound.
Shivansh's voice breaking but firm:
"You have a girlfriend. You planned this marriage only as revenge against me.
Fine. Let me pay the price."
He spread his arms wide.
Shivansh's surrendering completely:
"If you still believe I destroyed her...
Kill me right now, Luka.
Put a bullet in my heart.
I swear I won't stop you."
Silence. Heavy. Crushing.
Even the air couldn't move.
Luka's jaw tightened. His hand slowly clenched into a fist. His eyes filled with an emotion no one could name.
Luka's voice shaking in anger and agony:
"You idiot...
Do you think I could ever kill the man she would die for?"
Shivansh's breath hitched.
Luka's tears finally breaking free,
"She loves you more than her own life.
Even when she hated you... she loved only you."
Then Luka stepped forward... grabbed Shivansh's shoulders...
Luka's fierce but soft:
"You don't need my permission to marry your own destiny."
He smiled... a painful, beautiful smile of defeat and acceptance.
Luka's whispering:
"I lost the battle the day you said her name with tears."
Everyone's breath is finally released.
Shivansh's hands shook as he held Luka's face, forehead touching his...
Shivansh's choked relief:
"Thank you... thank you, brother... I will owe you my entire life."
Luka nodded... wiping tears like a child hiding his happiness
Luka's broken but brave:
"Go.
Tell her the truth.
Bring her back.
This wedding...
will happen with you beside her. Not me."
And just like that...
the universe clicked back into its right position.
Shivansh stood up... shoulders heavy with guilt but finally hopeful.
He looked at everyone
SShivansh'sdetermined fire igniting:
"No, I told her everything already, she is not listen to me anymore after telling her truth, she still wants to marry you, and I will show that that exactly that she is marring you but in the end she will be mine like before."
Ranveer, Dhruv, Aviyansh placed their hands on his shoulders - united.
Shivansh's final vow:
"If she chooses to hate me forever...
I will take it.
But she will not walk the aisle thinking she broke me or later regrets about that."
The sun had only just begun to rise, its rays slipping shyly into the beautifully decorated room, where Isha Maheshwari, the bride of the day, stood frozen in front of the mirror.
Her heartbeat wasn't fast with excitement...
It was slow.
Heavy.
Almost hesitant.
Her hands trembled slightly as Ishika and Prisha surrounded her - fixing her dupatta, lining her jewellery, checking every single detail of her wedding makeup.
But Isha?
She was lost somewhere deep inside her own eyes.
Her reflection looked like a stranger...
A bride dressed in red...
But not a bride in love.
Ishika pouting dramatically while placing earrings,
"Uff, look at you! Even Lakshmi Maa would feel jealous today!"
Prisha giggling, tightening her kamarbandh,
"And shi-- luka will faint on the spot! Mark my words."
Isha tried to smile. She did.
But the tug at her lips faded quicker than it formed.
Inside her chest...
A storm.
Uncontrollable. Unending.
Her hands brushed over the bridal lehenga - the very one she once dreamed of wearing with a smile. Not like this. Not with a heart glued in pieces.
Isha soft voice, pretending to be excited,
"Yeah... Luka..."
But when she whispered his name...
Her heart whispered another.
Shivansh.
It hurt.
It burned.
Like the name itself carried fire inside it.
No matter how much she wanted to forget...
She couldn't.
Not him.
Not the way he made her feel alive, angry, annoyed, loved, broken - everything.
She told herself again and again -
Luka is safe. Luka is good. She deserves happiness and her happiness is in Italy.
Shivansh didn't.
"He killed us long ago," her mind repeated.
But her heart?
It whispered -
He was the only one who ever tried to save you.
Prisha noticed the way Isha stared blankly into space.
She softly held her cheeks.
Prisha soft worry hidden behind a smile,
"Sab theek hai na?"
Isha blinked quickly, nodding as she swallowed every tear before it could escape.
Isha forcing a grin,
"I'm just... nervous. Brides do get nervous, right?"
Ishika rolled her eyes loudly, and said "Brides get nervous about a first date or first kiss... not marriage! You love jizzz, he loves you. What's there to be nervous about, huh?"
Isha's breath cracked for a second.
Love...? Jizzz...?
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She didn't answer.
Because she didn't know anymore.
The final touch -
Her veil.
As Ishika placed it gently over her head, Isha felt like she was being wrapped into a story not meant for her.
A wedding meant to be perfect -
But designed from lies.
Her heart kept beating just one question:
"Why does it feel like I'm walking away from myself?"
Time ticked faster.
Her brothers entered - Arjun trying to smile through his guilt, Dhruv trying not to cry at all.
Dhruv fake teasing but voice shaking,
"Our princess looks ready to break hearts at the mandap."
Arjun trying to be strong,
"Let's go... Luka is waiting."
Luka.
Luka.
Luka.
Everyone said his name.
The world said his name.
But her soul screamed another -
Shivansh... Shivansh... Shivansh...
As she stepped out,
flowers showered on her...
music played softly...
families laughed...
And her heart died a little more with every step.
The mandap was incredibly grand -
red roses everywhere, white curtains dancing with the breeze, lights twinkling like stars brought to congratulate her.
But when her eyes lifted...
when she finally looked up...
Her breath was snatched out of her.
Because there, standing in the mandap, waiting with folded hands...
Luka..
Dressed in a royal wedding sherwani,
eyes burning only for her,
lips trembling with fear of losing her again...
His gaze collided with hers.
Time stopped.
The earth stopped.
Her heartbeat stopped.
Everything stopped.
Only one truth screamed inside her chest:
It was always him.
It will always be him.
She look around but whom she wants to see is not here.
Her bangles shook with her sudden trembling.
Her eyes widened with shock, anger, pain, hope - everything.
Her lips parted in disbelief.
Isha whispering, broken, only for hearing, where are you shivansh, you actually left me.
Luka said with little confusion in his eyes, "With whom you are talking, You are expected someone else here."
Isha said, "No."
Her world flipped.
Her future shattered and rebuilt in one breath.
She thought he will do something and not let her marry her to Luka but he was not here, she thought now he will j9t do anything and she will go back to Italy.
Now she is more broken after thinking all this.
She look around their her parents, friends, brothers and Alessandro with meher and riyan, and another side his parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle and his brother smiling like they know something which she don't.
Because today -
Isha wasn't marrying Luka.
She was walking toward the man she tried to hate...
But could never stop loving.
But she didn't know that.
The wedding venue was glowing - chandeliers raining golden light, soft white jasmine scent filling every breath. The entire palace courtyard was wrapped in celebration... except her heart.
Isha-eyes tired from crying the night before, but makeup hiding every inch of pain-walked toward the mandap in her heavy bridal lehenga. Her bangles were chiming like warnings. Her heart kept whispering Luka's name, even though her lips prayed for silence.
Her friends walked beside her:
Prisha forcing a smile but her eyes were restless, "You look... beautiful. Like a real queen."
Ishika tightening her hold on Isha's hand, "Just breathe, okay? Luka loves you."
Isha nodded. Yeah. Luka.
The man who was supposed to take away her misery.
She sat in the mandap. Everyone around smiled... but the smiles weren't soft like normal weddings.
They looked... teasing. Knowing.
Her stomach twisted.
Before she could ask anything, Luka walked in - his face hidden behind a Shehra (groom's veil).
Isha confused asked, "Why did you wear this? We never planned-"
He only raised his hand - asking her to trust.
She inhaled deeply. "Maybe he saw it in the movies... maybe he just wanted to try..."
She pushed the confusion aside.
The garland exchange happened.
He pulled her closer for a moment... and she felt something dangerous in the silence between them.
His breath wasn't calm like Luka's.
His touch wasn't unsure...
It felt like memories but she shrugged.
It was possessive.
As if she already belonged to him.
They sat, photographers snapping pictures like nothing was wrong.
Then the Pheras were announced - the sacred rounds around the holy fire.
Everyone clapped.
But he whispered in her ear while adjusting the Shehra:
"Once this is done, you are only mine."
His voice...
It wasn't Luka.
Her heart skipped painfully.
Still-the rituals began.
The priest chanted mantras.
Their hands were tied together.
Pheras completed.
Then Sindoor moment.
She lowered her eyes.
Her hands were shaking, but she stayed still.
His fingers lifted the Shehra slightly...
Just enough for his eyes to meet hers.
BLUE. Not grey.
Everything in her brain stopped working.
Her breath collapsed.
Isha whispering in horror, "Shivansh..."
Tears instantly pooled in her eyes - heart screaming.
She tried to stand - move - run.
But he caught her wrist. Soft grip, yet unbreakable.
Shivansh low, threatening, "Sit. Down."
She attempted to shout, "Where is Luka!? What are you doing? My family is here-"
He turned her face toward her family.
Every single guard in the hall
had guns hidden but pointed towards her loved ones.
Her mother.
Her father.
Her friends.
Her brother
Even Meher
And Riyan
Alessandro is not here, so was Luka.
She froze.
Fear turned oxygen to fire in her lungs.
Shivansh soft smile but pain eyes, "One wrong move janna, one loud word...
and I will burn this palace on your wedding day."
Her eyes widened. Her lips shivered.
She could feel her heartbeat pounding everywhere.
Isha broken whisper, "Why... why are you doing this...?
Please don't hurt them. I'll... I'll do whatever you-"
His hand slowly moved to her cheek, thumb wiping a tear.
Shivansh dark, victorious), "Exactly.
You'll complete the rituals.
You'll be mine.
And then - we will go home, queen."
Her bones went cold.
She sat.
Silent surrender.
He filled her hair partition with Sindoor.
Red - bold - loud.
And some also fell her on nose.
It was a good sign.
But.
Her entire universe shattered at that moment.
Then he tied the Mangalsutra.
Her breath is completely gone.
The priest announced:
"Vivah sampann hua."
(The marriage is complete.)
Everyone applauded.
Isha felt like she died.
He leaned near her ear:
Shivansh slow, claiming each word, "Welcome to the kingdom...
Isha Shivansh Raghuvanshi."
Her fists trembled - helpless rage, heartbreak, horror all fighting inside.
He stood up, holding her hand - practically dragging her.
They went to take blessings.
But no one allowed her to touch their feet.
Her own parents hugged her instead - crying silently.
Because everyone knew.
Everyone.
Her marriage had turned into a mafia deal.
Isha's voice barely reached a whisper:
Isha: "Where is Luka...? Is he alive?"
Shivansh smirked and said "Alive. Safe.
And very far from you."
She wanted to scream.
Push him.
Run.
But every direction was a gun.
Everything - everyone - was under his control.
She wasn't a bride.
She was a hostage.
Inside a wedding.
The fire still burned between them... crackling... glowing... like it knew secrets.
Isha eyes full of disbelief, anger trembling on her lips - was sitting beside Shivansh, but her whole soul was standing at the edge of breaking.
Isha breathing fast, voice shaking, tears held back,
"Remove the guns... from their heads. NOW."
Shivansh didn't move at first.
He just stared at her - eyes deep, blue, intense... but full of a pain only she didn't know yet.
But slowly... he nodded.
Shivansh low voice, rough,
"Guns down."
Immediately, every guard lowered their weapon. Every elder inhaled in relief. No one was in danger anymore...
But Isha... she was burning.
Isha angry, confused, shattered stood up suddenly, her lehenga trembling with her movements.
She yanked her hand away from Shivansh's grip, stood up, veil half falling, jewelry shaking with her trembling, eyes burning red.
Isha (furious, voice breaking):
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, SHIVANSH!? What the f**k have you done!? What have you DONE!? "
She pushed him hard — once, twice, again — the floral garland shaking violently around his neck.
Isha crying in anger, voice breaking,
"Where is Luka? Where is Alessandro bhaiya? Why did YOU come instead!? What is happening!? And WHY is everyone acting NORMAL!?"
Shivansh stood still. Silent. He didn't defend himself. He didn't stop her.
Everyone were silent — except for the sound of Isha's breath shaking, and bangles clinking because her hands wouldn't stop trembling.
Isha screaming, crying, "You forced me! YOU fucking forced me!! What kind of psycho does that!? I SAID I don't want to marry you! I SAID I want LUKA!! You—you trapped me, you manipulated everyone! I WANT A DIVORCE RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR I WILL BREAK THIS MARRIAGE TODAY!"
She tried to remove the mangalsutra aggressively but her mom held her hands.
Her mom shocked, emotional,
"Isha stop—beta stop, listen just once—"
Isha pulling her hand away and asked,
"NO! Don't 'beta' me! Why are you all silent!? WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THIS IS NORMAL!? He forced me to marry him and none of you did ANYTHING!? You saw a gun on your head a minute ago! And you are STILL calm!?"
Her voice echoed in the hall. No one answered. Everyone just... looked at her with sympathy.
Her voice cracked.
She was crying — not weakly, but angrily, brokenly, heartbreakingly.
She looked at her father, expecting rage, expecting protection — but he was still, hurt, but calm.
Isha confused, angry,
"papa say something! Why are you not angry!? Why aren't you shouting!? WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST WATCHING!?"
Shivansh stepped forward slightly as if to say something, but stopped when Isha glared at him like he was poison.
Her father finally spoke — voice shaking, but steady.
Her father said in little tensed tone, "We already know, Isha."
Her brain froze.
Isha whispering, broken,
"…know… what?"
Her mother swallowed, tears falling and said, "We know the whole truth."
That made her break more.
Her mother stepped forward slowly, eyes teary but calm.
Her mother softly, "Beta... we weren't scared. We weren't forced. No one threatened us."
Isha blinked.
Her breath stopped.
Isha whisper-screaming, "What are you saying?! I SAW guns on you!"
Her father spoke now, steady voice as if nothing unusual happened.
Her father, "Guns were for formality. They weren't to hurt us, We knew what was happening.
And we agreed."
Isha felt something hit her chest - like betrayal without a name.
Isha, voice shaking,
"You all AGREED to this?
AGREED to him forcing me to marry him?
Why? Just because HE wants it?!"
Everyone looked at her, not with guilt... but with understanding.
Shivansh stepped forward - not touching her this time - voice deep, steady, frighteningly calm. "You said you won't marry me, I said I will marry only you.
I fulfilled my word."
Isha was just staring at him. Her knees weakened.
She felt trapped.
Helpless.
Angry.
Destroyed.
Isha turned to her friends - Ishika and Prisha - hoping at least they would react.
Prisha hugged her tightly, voice low, trembling,
"We are with you... whatever you decide.
But... today happened because destiny wanted it."
Ishika cupped her face, crying softly,
"You are not alone.
We're here.
Always.
But today... just breathe.
Don't break."
Isha looked around the mandap - lights, flowers, crowd, cameras - and the truth hit her like a slap:
Everyone already accepted this marriage.
She was the only one still fighting it.
Her rage had nowhere to go.
Her tears had no permission to fall.
Shivansh stepped forward, offering his hand - not demanding this time - waiting.
Shivansh with pain in every word,
"Even after I told you everything… you still chose Luka. You still wanted to marry him. You still wanted revenge more than you wanted me."
Isha looked away — guilt swallowing her for the first time.
Shivansh whispering, lower,
"So I fulfilled my promise, Isha. I told you once… I will marry only you. No matter how, no matter when."
Silence fell.
Not peaceful silence — shaking, heavy, suffocating silence.
Isha sat down on the mandap floor — not because she forgave him, not because she accepted him — but because she didn't know how to breathe anymore.
Everyone else stood frozen — no one dared to speak, no one dared to move.
Isha stared at his hand... then at his eyes... cold determination and fierce possession staring back.
Her voice came out cracked, barely audible,
"I hate you..."
Shivansh smiled painfully, eyes filled with tears but none falling.
Shivansh:
"I know."
He didn't flinch.
He didn't react.
He simply replied,
"I can live with that.
But not without you."
And with that... the mandap fell silent again.
Because the wedding was done.
And no one - not even Isha - could undo it.
Isha silent… blank eyes… tears trapped inside… sitting in the mandap like a statue, bridal dupatta falling from her shoulder, hands frozen on her lap, heart burning but lips sealed.
Everyone around smiling awkwardly… pretending normal… like nothing happened.
Her world burning… but they all behaving normal.
Dhruv worried, restless, kneeling beside her, "Isha… look at me… please talk."
Isha voice cracking, anger mixed with betrayal, "No… no, I don't want to talk… I don't want to listen… I don't want anything… don't touch me."
She pushes his hand away… but her voice still small… broken… begging for escape.
Dhruv softly, "Isha… please… calm down…"
Isha explodes suddenly — "CALM DOWN? HOW? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?!"
Everyone freezes.
Isha standing up, tears falling uncontrollably, breath shaking —
"I don't want to marry him… I don't want this life… I don't want this family… I HATE HIM… I HATE ALL OF YOU!"
Before anyone can react — she grabs her mangalsutra with trembling hands and rips it off harshly.
Gasps everywhere.
She wipes her sindoor off her forehead aggressively, rubbing until her skin turns red.
Shivansh shocked… chest tightening… voice low but pained, "Isha… why are you doing this…?"
Isha screaming at him like her voice is bleeding,
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU! IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!"
Shivansh goes silent… broken.
Her mother cries quietly. His mother folds her hands. No one speaks.
Isha laughing painfully through tears — "Wow… so now nobody wants to speak? Nobody wants to stop me? Nobody wants to react?"
Suddenly —
Luka and Alexander rush inside.
Luka angry, confused, "Isha, what the hell are you doing?!"
Isha rage turning into fire,
"Oh you have the guts to ask me? IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO MARRY ME YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID NO! Why did you stand with me? WHY DID YOU SAY YES?!"
Luka explodes back,
"Because EVERYONE knows you love him! Because EVERYONE knows you're doing this to take revenge!"
Everyone gasps again.
Luka continues, "He told you everything… EVERY TRUTH… and still you chose to marry me only to break him. What revenge are you taking, Isha? Huh? On whom? Why?!"
His voice shakes but he continues brutally honest,
"If I was in his place, I would have done the same. Yes, his method was wrong — VERY wrong — but everything he did was to protect you. Even after the truth, you still chose to destroy him."
Isha silent… chest rising and falling… tears rolling… eyes losing shine.
Her pain comes out in a scream,
"So now even YOU are with him? First he broke me, then you chose him, now ALL OF YOU CHOOSE HIM?! WHAT ABOUT ME?!"
She looks at her parents,
"WHAT ABOUT MY HURT? WHAT ABOUT MY LIFE?! WHAT IF I HAD DIED IN THAT PLANE CRASH? WHAT IF I HAD NEVER COME BACK?! WHAT IF I NEVER MADE IT OUT OF ITALY?! WHAT THEN?!"
She collapses to her knees, crying uncontrollably.
Isha voice shaking uncontrollably,
"Do you know how many therapists I went to? How many panic attacks I fought ALONE? Did ANY of you feel my pain? Even a little?"
Everyone stands frozen… speechless.
Her voice drops to a whisper… deadly quiet…
"Five years ago I was betrayed by the person I loved… and one year later I was betrayed by my OWN FAMILY. And today again… you are choosing him… over me."
Her mother cries loudly. Her father turns away to hide his tears.
Shivansh stands rooted in place… shattered.
Luka softer now,
"We are not choosing him, Isha… we are choosing what is good for you."
Isha slowly lifts her head with dull, lifeless eyes,
"Oh really? You think YOU know what is best for me? YOU think YOU get to decide my life?"
Silence.
Isha whispering, crying, voice broken beyond repair,
"Okay. I will admit it. I still love him. HAPPY NOW?"
Everyone freezes.
Isha sobbing,
"But what if… what if loving him is the WORST thing for me? What if I don't want to live like this anymore? What if I don't want this marriage?"
She turns to Shivansh… voice small, tired, finished —
"I want a divorce."
The mandap turns silent… air turns cold.
Dhruv tries to hold her to stop her from collapsing,
"Isha, breathe… breathe—"
But her eyes already glazing… breath slowing…
Isha weak whisper before losing consciousness,
"I don't want to hurt anymore… please… someone stop the pain…"
Her body goes limp. She collapses in Dhruv's arms.
Everyone panics. Shivansh runs forward instinctively but freezes halfway, watching her unconscious in Dhruv's hold — his heart tearing apart but his feet refusing to move.
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