During Priyanka's birthday party, she was enjoying the celebrations when she overheard her parents talking in a nearby room. They spoke in hushed tones, unaware that Priyanka was within earshot.

Her mother's voice was filled with worry. "We've kept this secret for so long, but I'm afraid of what might happen if Priyanka ever finds out the truth. She's our daughter in every way that matters, but knowing she's adopted could break her heart."

Her father responded with concern, "We've protected her from this all her life. It's better she never knows; it would only cause her pain."

Priyanka froze as the realization hit her. She was adopted. The people she had always known as her parents weren't her biological family. The room spun as she tried to process this life-changing information. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a deep sense of betrayal and confusion.

Not wanting to reveal that she had overheard them, Priyanka quickly composed herself and rejoined the party, but her mind was racing. The once joyous occasion now felt heavy with the weight of this newfound knowledge. She needed time to think about what she had just learned and what it meant for her future.

As the party continued, Diya noticed that Priyanka seemed distant and lost in thought. It was unlike the usually vibrant and cheerful Priyanka she knew. Concerned, Diya approached her and gently asked, "Priyanka, are you okay? You seem a bit off."

Priyanka forced a smile and quickly replied, "I'm fine, Diya bhabhi. Just tired, I guess." But Diya could sense something was wrong. Despite her best efforts, Priyanka didn't open up about what was troubling her.

Virat, too, noticed Priyanka's unusual behavior. He tried to cheer her up with light-hearted jokes, but nothing seemed to lift her spirits. His worry deepened, but like Diya, he couldn't get Priyanka to talk.

As the party drew to a close, Priyanka's distress grew. She had a few drinks, trying to numb the overwhelming emotions she was feeling. When the party was over, Priyanka decided to leave alone. Despite her state, she insisted she was fine, brushing off offers to have someone drive her home.

Diya and Virat watched with growing concern as Priyanka left the venue. Virat wanted to follow her, but she had been adamant about needing some space. Unbeknownst to them, Priyanka's mind was swirling with the revelation she had overheard, and her judgment was clouded by the alcohol.

As she drove through the quiet streets, tears blurred her vision. The emotions she had been holding back all night finally spilled over, and in her vulnerable state, she struggled to keep control of the car. The night that had begun with celebration was now on the brink of turning into something far more dangerous.

As Priyanka drove through the dimly lit streets, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The revelation about her adoption weighed heavily on her, and the alcohol had dulled her senses. She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed the red light until it was almost too late.

In a split second, she slammed on the brakes, but the car skidded on the wet road, swerving uncontrollably. The car clipped the rear end of another vehicle before coming to a halt by the side of the road. It wasn't a severe crash, but the jolt was enough to snap Priyanka out of her daze.

Shaking, she realized what had just happened. The other driver got out, concerned but unharmed. He checked on her, relieved to find that neither of them was seriously injured. Priyanka was in shock, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.

The driver, seeing her distressed state, asked if she needed help, but Priyanka declined. She assured him she was fine, though it was clear she was far from it. After exchanging information, the other driver left, and Priyanka sat in her car, trying to calm down.

She knew she couldn't drive in this state any longer. Pulling out her phone, she hesitated before dialing a number. She needed someone she could trust. She finally called Virat, her voice shaking as she told him what had happened.

Virat, alarmed and worried, immediately told her to stay put and that he would come to get her. He then called Diya to inform her, and together they headed out to where Priyanka was, hoping she was okay.

Virat drove as fast as he could, his heart racing with worry for Priyanka. When he finally reached the location she had shared, he spotted her car parked by the side of the road. The sight of her sitting in the driver's seat, her head resting on the steering wheel, made his heart sink.

He quickly parked his car and rushed over to her. "Priyanka!" he called out, gently knocking on the window. Priyanka slowly lifted her head, her eyes filled with tears. Virat opened the door and knelt beside her, his concern evident in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to take her hand. Priyanka nodded, but it was clear she was far from okay. The fear, confusion, and sadness she had been holding in all night seemed to spill over in that moment.

"I... I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I just... I couldn't think straight."

Virat squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, Priyanka. I'm just glad you're safe. That's all that matters."

Priyanka looked at him, her emotions raw. "Virat, I found out something tonight... something that's tearing me apart," she admitted, her voice breaking.

Virat didn't push her for details. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. "You don't have to go through this alone. Whatever it is, we'll face it together," he promised.

After a few moments, he gently guided her out of the car. "Come on, let's get you home," he said, his voice soothing. Priyanka nodded, too drained to argue. She let him lead her to his car, where she sat quietly, leaning against the window as they drove back.

Virat's thoughts were racing as he drove, but his main focus was on Priyanka's well-being. He knew they needed to talk, but for now, he just wanted to make sure she was safe and sound. He sent a quick message to Diya, letting her know that Priyanka was with him and that they were on their way home.

As they drove back, Priyanka finally opened up to Virat. Through her tears, she shared the turmoil she felt after overhearing the truth about her adoption. The revelation had shattered her, leaving her feeling lost and disconnected from everything she once believed in.

Virat listened quietly, his heart aching for her. When she finished, he pulled the car over to a quiet spot, unable to bear seeing her in so much pain. 

Turning to her, he gently cupped her face in his hands. "Priyanka, I can't imagine how hard this is for you, but you're not alone. I'm here for you, always," he whispered.

The sincerity in his voice was her undoing. Priyanka broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably as all the emotions she had been bottling up poured out. Virat held her close, letting her cry in his arms, offering her the comfort she so desperately needed. He didn't try to shush her or offer hollow reassurances; he simply let her grieve, knowing she needed to release the pain.

Eventually, the exhaustion from the emotional toll and the events of the night took over. Priyanka's sobs quieted, and she gradually fell asleep in Virat's arms, finding solace in his embrace. 

Virat held her, his heart heavy but filled with determination to support her through whatever came next.Once she was peacefully asleep, Virat carefully started the car again and continued the drive home, ensuring she remained undisturbed. 

He knew this was just the beginning of a difficult journey for Priyanka, but he was ready to stand by her side every step of the way.

Next morning

Priyanka woke up in her own bed, feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion. She faintly remembered the night before, how she had broken down in Virat's arms, and the comfort his presence had brought her. For a moment, she felt a sense of calm, but the weight of the truth she had learned still hung over her.

Virat, who had stayed with her through the night, was sitting nearby, watching over her with concern. When he saw her stir, he smiled gently. "Good morning, Priyanka," he said softly, trying to keep his voice light.

Priyanka managed a small smile in return. "Morning, Virat," she replied, her voice still a little hoarse from all the crying. She looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed about how she had broken down the night before, but Virat quickly reassured her.

"It's okay, Priyanka," he said, reading her thoughts. "You needed to let it out. I'm just glad I could be there for you."

Priyanka nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Virat," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Virat reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You'll never have to find out," he said with a determined look. "We'll get through this together."

Just then, the door opened quietly, and Diya entered the room, carrying a tray with breakfast. She smiled warmly at Priyanka. "How are you feeling, Priyanka?" she asked gently, setting the tray down on the bedside table.

Priyanka sat up a little, trying to gather herself. "A bit better, Diya Bhabhi," she replied, her tone soft but appreciative. Diya's presence added another layer of comfort, reminding her that she wasn't alone in this.

Diya sat down beside her on the bed. "I made your favorite breakfast," she said, trying to lift Priyanka's spirits. "You need to eat something."

Priyanka looked at the tray, her heart warming at the gesture. "Thank you, Bhabhi," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

As Priyanka started eating, Diya and Virat exchanged a look, silently communicating their shared concern and commitment to helping Priyanka navigate this difficult time. They knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to be there for her, to support her as she faced the truth and began to heal.

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