"Abhir, where are you taking me?" Kiara asked impatiently, her voice muffled slightly by the blindfold that Abhir had tied around her eyes.

 She had been curious and a little apprehensive when Abhir had shown up at her doorstep, blindfold in hand, and told her to trust him.

 But as they had driven through the winding roads, the sound of the engine and the wind rushing past her ears, Kiara's excitement had begun to build.

As the car came to a stop, Kiara's anticipation grew. She strained her ears to pick up any sound that might give her a clue about their destination, but all she could hear was the distant chirping of birds and the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

 Abhir got out of the car, and Kiara heard the sound of his footsteps as he walked around to her side. He opened the door and gently helped her out, his hands guiding her as she stepped onto the ground.

Kiara's senses were on high alert as she tried to take in her surroundings, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing anything.

 She felt a slight breeze on her skin, and the scent of blooming flowers wafted through the air, making her feel like she was in a beautiful garden. 

Abhir's hands remained on her shoulders, guiding her as they walked together. Kiara's heart was pounding with excitement, and she couldn't help but wonder what Abhir had planned for her. 

And then, suddenly, Abhir stopped walking. Kiara heard the sound of a gate creaking open, and Abhir's hands fell away from her shoulders. 

"We're here," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she waited for him to remove the blindfold. What would she see?

Abhir's hands gently removed the blindfold, and Kiara's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight before her. 

It was a beautiful house, with sleek lines and modern architecture that seemed to blend seamlessly into the surrounding landscape. 

The sun was setting, casting a warm golden light over the entire scene, and Kiara felt like she had stepped into a dream world.

As the sun began to set, the sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of warm, golden hues, casting a magical glow over the entire scene. 

The soft, golden light danced across the house, highlighting its elegant curves and lines, and making it seem like a warm, inviting haven. 

The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze created a soothing melody that seemed to lull the world into a peaceful slumber.

Despite the tranquility of the surroundings, Kiara's mind was still reeling from the events of the morning. 

The argument with Abhir 's family had left her feeling upset and frustrated, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and anger that lingered inside her. 

But as she stood there, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the house and its surroundings, something inside her began to shift.

The peaceful atmosphere, the warm sunlight, and the sweet scent of blooming flowers all seemed to conspire to calm her racing thoughts and soothe her frazzled nerves. 

As she breathed in deeply, feeling the cool breeze fill her lungs, Kiara began to let go of her anger and resentment. The tension in her body began to ease, and her mind started to clear.

The exterior was stunning, but what really caught her attention was the nameplate on the gate. Her eyes dropped to read the words aloud: "The AK Home." Kiara's gaze snapped back to Abhir, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

 What did it mean? And why had he brought her here?Abhir was watching her, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the wonder in her eyes. He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers, and Kiara felt her heart skip a beat. 

There was something in his expression, something that made her feel like this moment was just the beginning of something special. 

 Kiara's mind was racing with questions, but before she could ask any of them, Abhir took her hand and led her towards the house. "Welcome home, Kiara," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.

What did Abhir mean by "home"? Was this some kind of surprise, a new place he wanted to share with her? Kiara's mind was racing with questions, but before she could ask any of them, Abhir led her up the steps and onto the porch.

As they reached the front door, Abhir turned to her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have a surprise for you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Kiara's heart was pounding in her chest, her senses on high alert. She had no idea what Abhir had planned, but she was eager to find out.

Abhir pushed open the door, and Kiara stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the bright light within. The interior of the house was just as stunning as the exterior, with sleek lines, modern decor, and a sense of warmth and welcome that enveloped her like a hug.

 Kiara's gaze wandered over the room, taking in the comfortable furniture, the beautiful artwork, and the stunning views of the surrounding landscape. It was like stepping into a dream world, a world that was both familiar and yet completely new.

What's going on, Abhir?" Kiara asked, her eyes wide with surprise. "This is our home, Kiara," Abhir replied, his smile radiant. "Where we'll start our new life, just the two of us."

Kiara's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Abhir, her mind struggling to process the words she had just heard. "Our home?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean, we're going to live here? Together?" Abhir nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Kiara's reaction.

Kiara felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Abhir had never mentioned anything about living together, let alone buying a house without her knowledge. She felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her - excitement, fear, uncertainty. What did this mean for their relationship? For their future?

Abhir took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. "I wanted to surprise you, Kiara," he said, his voice low and husky. "I wanted to give you a home, a place where we can build a life together. Just the two of us." Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she heard the words, her mind racing with the implications. She felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into an unknown future.

"What about your family, Abhir?" Kiara asked, her voice laced with concern. Abhir's expression turned resolute, his eyes flashing with determination. "People who disrespect my wife can't be my family, Kiara," he said, his voice firm and unwavering.

"I've been living without my so-called family since childhood, Kiara," Abhir said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness that seemed to echo through the years. He stood before her, his eyes gazing into the distance as if lost in the memories of a lifetime. 

 "I've grown accustomed to their absence, learned to navigate the world without their love or support." Abhir's gaze snapped back to Kiara's, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. 

"But yours, Kiara... yours does," he said, his voice low and husky, filled with a sense of longing. "You're the only family I need, the only one who's ever made me feel seen, heard, and loved." Abhir took a step closer, his eyes burning with a fierce devotion.

 "I don't need anyone else, Kiara. Just you. You're my home, my safe haven, my everything." Kiara's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed into Abhir's eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings reflected back at her. 

She felt a sense of wonder, of awe, at the realization that she was the only one who had ever truly mattered to him.

But then her mind questioned, like a nagging voice in the back of her head, "If he didn't love me then, why would my absence have affected him so deeply?" Kiara's thoughts whirled with confusion, trying to reconcile the past with the present.

 She had always believed that Abhir hadn't truly cared for her, that his actions had been driven by a sense of duty or responsibility rather than love. But now, as she looked into his eyes, she saw a depth of emotion that made her question everything.

"Why are you doing this, Abhir?" Kiara asked, her voice trembling with confusion and hurt.

 "We've been apart for months, not just physically, but from the heart. And we'll be apart again, both physically and emotionally, after six months anyway. We've only been together for such a short time, and yet the court is giving us six months to resolve our issues. But what's the point of it all when you don't love me? When you've never even acknowledged my feelings for you?" Kiara took a step back, her eyes searching Abhir's face for answers, her heart heavy with emotion, her soul aching with the weight of unrequited love.

"You know the truth, Abhir," Kiara said, her voice steady and firm. "You married me to save my sister from Varun, not because you loved me. You've never loved me, Abhir. And I know you never will." 

Kiara's eyes locked onto Abhir's, her gaze piercing and unflinching. "Don't pretend that you do, Abhir. I see right through you. You're still in love with my sister, and I'm just a convenient substitute."

As Kiara's chest began to pain and her breaths grew faster, Abhir's expression transformed from one of concern to alarm. He realized, with a jolt of recognition, that she was having a panic attack. Memories of his mother's similar episodes flooded his mind, and he recalled how she would often become overwhelmed, her breaths rapid and shallow, her eyes wide with fear.

Abhir's mother had struggled with anxiety for years, and he had grown accustomed to recognizing the signs of an impending panic attack. He had learned how to respond, how to offer comfort and reassurance in the midst of chaos. And now, as he looked at Kiara, he knew he had to draw on that experience to help her through this.

Without hesitation, Abhir sprang into action, gently guiding Kiara to the nearest chair. He helped her sit down, his hands cradling her elbows as he eased her into the seat. "Kiara, breathe," he whispered softly, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the turmoil brewing inside her. "Just breathe, my love. I'm here. I've got you."

Abhir's hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers applying gentle pressure as he tried to calm her racing heart. He could feel her tension, her fear, and he knew he had to act quickly to bring her back from the edge. He focused on his breathing, slow and steady, and tried to transmit that calm to Kiara, willing her to relax, to let go of her fear and trust him to hold her safe.

Kiara's body went limp in Abhir's arms, her head lolling to one side as she lost consciousness. Abhir's heart skipped a beat as he tightened his grip around her, holding her close as he felt a wave of panic wash over him.

"Kiara, no, no, no," he whispered urgently, his voice shaking with fear. "Please don't leave me, Kiara. Please wake up." Abhir's eyes scanned her face, searching for any sign of response, but Kiara's features remained still and pale.

With a surge of adrenaline, Abhir lifted Kiara into his arms, cradling her like a child as he strode quickly to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his hands shaking as he loosened her clothes and covered her with a blanket. Abhir's mind was racing, his thoughts consumed by fear and worry

Abhir carefully laid Kiara on the new bed, his movements gentle and precise. He straightened up, his eyes never leaving her face, and waited for the doctor to arrive. The silence in the room was palpable, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and Kiara's slow, steady breathing. Abhir's gaze remained fixed on Kiara, his expression a mask of concern and worry. 

Abhir sat beside Kiara on the bed, his eyes fixed on her pale face as he gently stroked her hair. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He had called the doctor as soon as Kiara had passed out, and now all he could do was wait.

As the minutes ticked by, Abhir's anxiety grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong with Kiara. He had never seen her like this before, so pale and still. 

..................

"Mr. Sharma, I suspect that this isn't the first time your wife has experienced a panic attack," the doctor said, her expression thoughtful. 

"From what I've observed, it's likely been occurring for a month or two, perhaps even longer. The frequency and severity of these attacks can be quite debilitating, and it's concerning that she's been dealing with this for so long." 

The doctor paused, her eyes scanning Kiara's frail form. "Furthermore, I'm also concerned that she's severely malnourished due to inadequate eating habits. Her body is weakened, making her more susceptible to anxiety and panic attacks. It's essential that we address her nutritional needs immediately, alongside treating her anxiety."

Abhir's face fell as he listened to the doctor's words, a mix of guilt and worry swirling inside him. He had been so caught up in his own emotions, his own struggles, that he had neglected Kiara's well-being. He knew he had to make it right, to ensure that Kiara received the care and support she needed to recover.

"I'm prescribing some medications that will help alleviate her anxiety and panic attacks," the doctor explained, scribbling notes on her pad. 

"Please ensure she takes them on time, as directed. Additionally, it's crucial that you monitor her meal intake and encourage her to eat nutritious, balanced meals."

The doctor's expression softened, her eyes filled with compassion. "But most importantly, Mr. Sharma, Mrs. Sharma needs love, care, and emotional support. She's been through a traumatic experience, and it's essential that she feels safe, secure, and loved. Spend quality time with her, listen to her, and validate her feelings. Your love and support will play a significant role in her recovery."

Abhir nodded, his eyes locked on the doctor as she finished speaking. As she packed up her things and headed for the door, Abhir felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, but he was determined to care for Kiara, to help her heal and recover.

As the doctor left, Abhir turned his attention back to Kiara. He sat down beside her on the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. 

 "I'm sorry, Kiara," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so, so sorry. For everything. For not being there for you, for not understanding you, for not loving you the way you deserved. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you." Abhir's voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes filling with tears. He felt a deep sense of regret and sorrow, knowing that he had hurt the person he loved most in the world.

..........

Kiara's eyes scanned the room frantically, her heart racing with panic as she realized she was alone. 

She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to lie back down. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, and that's when her eyes landed on the side table.

 A tray sat on the table, with a glass of orange juice and a small note beside it. Kiara's eyes widened as she read the note, her heart swelling with emotion.

 The note was from Abhir, and all it said was: "I'm right outside, my love. I'll be back soon. Drink the juice, it will help you feel better."

Kiara's gaze drifted to another note, tucked away in a corner of the bedside table. Her eyes widened as she read the message, scrawled in Abhir's familiar handwriting: 

 "I have a surprise for you in the cupboard. Please take a look, but only after finishing your juice."A smile spread across Kiara's face as she felt a thrill of excitement. 

What could Abhir have planned for her? She glanced at the glass of juice in her hand, then back at the note. With a sense of anticipation, she settled in to finish her drink, her eyes fixed on the cupboard.

Kiara's eyes widened as she opened the cupboard and found the stunning red saree draped elegantly inside. 

She gasped in delight, her hands reaching out to touch the soft fabric. As she did, her fingers brushed against another note, tucked away in the folds of the saree.

She unfolded the note, and her heart skipped a beat as she read Abhir's romantic message: "This beautiful saree is for you, Kiara. Please wear it and come to the garden area in an hour. I'll be waiting for you, princess. And yes, this saree is beautiful, but not more beautiful than you." 

As Kiara wrapped the beautiful red saree around her, she felt a sense of joy and excitement wash over her. The soft fabric hugged her curves, and the vibrant color made her skin glow. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.