Kiara entered the room, her eyes scanning the space as if searching for something, or someone. She clutched the pallu of her red saree nervously, the delicate fabric rustling softly in her hands. The room, once Abhir's alone, was now theirs, a shared sanctuary where they could escape the world outside. 

As she stepped further into the room, her gaze darted around, searching for Abhir, her heart beating slightly faster with anticipation. She had been thinking about this moment all day, wondering what it would be like to finally be alone with him, to finally be able to express her feelings without fear of judgment or rejection. 

For a moment, Kiara simply stood there, frozen in time, her eyes locked on Abhir's profile. She felt as though she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, losing herself in the quiet strength and calm determination that seemed to emanate from him. And then, as if drawn by an unseen force, she began to move towards him, her feet gliding softly across the floor, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Jaanti hun Abhir, yeh shaadi aap nhi chahte the," Kiara said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a lump form in her throat as she gazed at Abhir, her eyes searching for any sign of emotion, any hint of what he was thinking. But Abhir's expression remained neutral, his eyes giving away nothing. Kiara's heart sank, her mind racing with the implications of his silence. Did he truly not care about her, about their marriage? Or was he just hiding behind a mask of indifference?

"I know this marriage is just to save Charu di!" Kiara exclaimed, her voice rising as she struggled to control her emotions. She felt a wave of anger wash over her, anger at the situation, anger at Abhir for not fighting for their love, their love? oh he never loved her. 

But she pushed the anger aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. She would save Charu di, no matter what it took. And then, she would walk away, her head held high, her heart intact. Or so she thought. Kiara's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Abhir, her heart heavy with emotion. She felt like she was losing him, like she was losing the one person who had ever truly understood her. 

"Hum jaldi se unhe bacha lenge aur..." Kiara's voice cracked as she paused, her words hanging in the air like a challenge. She felt a sense of trepidation wash over her, a sense of uncertainty about what the future held. But she steeled herself, her jaw setting in determination. She would see this through, no matter what.

 "...then we'll divorce," she finished, her voice firm, but her eyes betraying her true feelings. Kiara's heart felt like it was breaking, like she was tearing herself in two. She didn't want to divorce Abhir, she didn't want to lose him. But she felt like she had no choice, like she was trapped in a situation that was beyond her control.

Abhir stood there, frozen in time, his eyes locked on Kiara's face. He didn't know what to say or how to react, his mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. He knew that he had been using Kiara, using her as a means to an end, a way to save his love, his Charu. He had never intended to hurt Kiara, but he knew that he had, that he was still hurting her. He could see the pain in her eyes, the resignation, the determination to see this through.

 Abhir stood there, frozen in time, his eyes locked on Kiara's face. He didn't know what to say or how to react, his mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. He knew that he had been using Kiara, using her as a means to an end, a way to save his love, his Charu. He had never intended to hurt Kiara, but he knew that he had, that he was still hurting her. He could see the pain in her eyes, the resignation, the determination to see this through.

As Abhir stood there, frozen in time, he couldn't help but recall the way Kiara had fought for him in front of her own family. He remembered the fire in her eyes, the determination in her voice, as she stood up to her family's opposition and declared her love for him. 

He remembered the way she had held his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, as she looked into his eyes and told him that she would never let him go. The memory of that moment was etched in his mind like a scar, a reminder of the depth of Kiara's feelings for him, and the sacrifices she had made for his sake. 

As he thought back on that moment, Abhir felt a pang of guilt and regret. He realized that he had taken Kiara's love for granted, that he had assumed that she would always be there for him, no matter what. But now, as he looked at her, he saw the pain and the hurt in her eyes, and he knew that he had broken her trust. 

He had used her love for him, exploited her devotion, and now he was facing the consequences of his actions. Abhir felt a wave of shame wash over him, as he realized that he had never truly appreciated Kiara's love, never truly valued the sacrifices she had made for him. 

As Abhir stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but recall the way he felt when Kiara was with him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, a sense of comfort and security that he had never known with Charu. With Kiara, he felt like he could be himself, like he didn't have to put on a mask or pretend to be someone he wasn't. He felt like he could breathe, like he could finally relax and let his guard down.

As Abhir stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but recall the moment he had shattered Kiara's heart. He remembered the words he had spoken, the words that had cut her deep and left her bleeding. "I never loved you," he had said, his voice cold and detached. "It was always Charu, your sister. I loved her, not you." Abhir's words had been like a knife to Kiara's heart, twisting and turning in her chest, causing her unbearable pain.

Abhir's eyes widened as he recalled Kiara's words, her voice echoing in his mind like a haunting melody. "Main naa bohut pyaar karti hun aapse vesa wala pyaar jaha insaan jisse oyaar karta hai uske liye kuch bhi kar sakta hai, uski khushiyo ke liye kuch bhi."

 She had spoken with such conviction, such passion, her words dripping with sincerity. And then, she had said the words that had cut him to the core: "I want to see you happy Abhir, and I know your happiness resides in my Charu di... that's why mai apko, apne pyaar se azaad karti hun." 

Abhir felt a lump form in his throat as he remembered Kiara's selfless declaration. She had been willing to sacrifice her own happiness, her own love, for his sake. She had been willing to let him go, to set him free, so that he could be with Charu. The thought was both humbling and humiliating, and Abhir felt a deep sense of shame wash over him. He had taken Kiara's love for granted, and he had hurt her in the process.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Abhir realized that he had been blind to Kiara's true nature. He had seen her as a means to an end, a way to get to Charu, but he had never truly seen her. He had never seen the depth of her love, the breadth of her sacrifice. And now, it was too late. He had lost her, and he didn't know how to get her back.

Abhir's thoughts were interrupted by Kiara's soft voice, her words breaking into his introspection like a gentle breeze. "Aap bed par so jao, mein yaha couch par so jaungi." The simplicity of her statement belied the complexity of the emotions that lay beneath. Abhir's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Kiara was choosing to sleep on the couch, away from him, away from the bed they were to share as a husband wife. 

He looked at Kiara, trying to read her expression, but her face was a mask of calmness, her eyes avoiding his. Abhir felt a pang of regret and longing, knowing that he had caused this distance between them. He wanted to reach out to her, to bridge the gap that had grown between them, but he didn't know how.

Abhir's feet seemed to move of their own accord, as if driven by a force beyond his control. He felt a sudden surge of emotion, a deep-seated need to hold Kiara close, to feel her warmth and her weight in his arms. Without thinking, he strode across the room, his arms reaching out to scoop Kiara up from the couch.

Abhir's feet seemed to move of their own accord, as if driven by a force beyond his control. He felt a sudden surge of emotion, a deep-seated need to hold Kiara close, to feel her warmth and her weight in his arms. Without thinking, he strode across the room, his arms reaching out to scoop Kiara up from the couch.

Abhir's heart was pounding in his chest as he held Kiara close, feeling the softness of her body, the warmth of her skin. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo, feeling the softness of her tresses. For a moment, he forgot about the past, forgot about the pain and the hurt, and all he could think about was the present, the here and now, the feel of Kiara in his arms.

As he held her, Abhir felt a sense of peace wash over him, a sense of calm that he hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if all his worries, all his fears, had melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Abhir's eyes never left Kiara's as he gently laid her down on the bed. His gaze was intense, burning with a mixture of emotions that Kiara couldn't quite decipher. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Abhir's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within her.

As Kiara settled into the bed, Abhir's hands moved to arrange the pillows, placing them carefully between them. His fingers brushed against Kiara's skin, sending a spark of electricity through her body. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as Abhir's eyes met hers, his gaze holding a hint of tenderness, of longing.

"Tum bhi yahi bed pr saougi," Abhir said, his voice low and husky, his words sending a shiver down Kiara's spine. Kiara felt a flutter in her chest as she realized that Abhir was planning to sleep beside her, despite the distance and tension that had grown between them.

As Abhir settled into the bed, his body inches from Kiara's, she felt a sense of trepidation mixed with anticipation. What did Abhir's actions mean? Was he trying to bridge the gap between them, or was this just a gesture of convenience? Kiara's mind whirled with questions, but as she looked into Abhir's eyes, she saw something there that gave her hope, something that made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.