Abhir stood outside Kiara's room, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that was to come. With a newfound sense of resolve, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

 The room was dimly lit, the only sound the quiet sobbing of Kiara. Abhir's eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw Kiara sitting on the bed, her back slightly slumped, her eyes filled with tears. The sight of her tears struck a chord in Abhir's heart, and he felt a pang of regret for the way he had been treating her.

As he approached Kiara, he could see that her eyes were brimming with tears, her face streaked with mascara. Her hair was disheveled, and her shoulders shook with each sob. Abhir's heart went out to her, and he felt a surge of compassion and empathy. 

He knew that he had to make things right, to find a way to bridge the gap between them. Without a word, Abhir reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. He offered it to Kiara, his eyes locked onto hers.

 The handkerchief was a simple gesture, but it was a start, a small step towards healing the wounds of the past.

Kiara's gaze flickered to the handkerchief, and then back to Abhir's face. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound the quiet sobbing of Kiara. Abhir's eyes were filled with a deep sadness, a regret for the way things had turned out. 

He knew that he had hurt Kiara, that he had caused her pain. But he also knew that he wanted to make it right, to find a way to heal the wounds of the past. Slowly, Kiara reached out and took the handkerchief from Abhir's hand. 

As their fingers touched, Abhir felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. It was a small, fleeting moment, but it was enough to make Abhir realize that his feelings for Kiara went deeper than he had initially thought.

Abhir walked into the room, a hint of a smile on his face. "Ready nhi hui abhi tak tum?" he asked Kiara, his voice casual, as if he was asking her about something mundane.Kiara looked up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "For what?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Abhir's smile deepened, and he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes locked onto Kiara's. "Pagphere ki rasam ke liye nhi jana hai kya tumhare ghar tumhe?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Kiara's voice was laced with a hint of sadness as she looked down, her eyes avoiding Abhir's gaze. "Par aapne hi toh kaha tha aap uss ghar mein kadam nhi rakheng," she said, her words barely above a whisper.

Abhir's expression softened as he looked at Kiara. He could see the hurt and vulnerability in her eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He took a step closer to her, his voice gentle. "Ab mein hi keh rha hun ki hum chal rhe hai," he said, his words filled with conviction.

Kiara's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Abhir, her expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. She was still unsure about the sudden change in his behavior, and her mind was racing with questions. Why was he suddenly so eager to follow through with the pagphere ki rasam? What had changed his mind?

Abhir seemed to sense her uncertainty, and he took a step closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "Kiara, I know maine hi tumse kaha tha ki mein yeh rasamein nahi karunga," he said, his voice low and husky. "Lekin abb mein hi tumse kehra hun ki hum chalre hai tumhare ghar."

Kiara's eyes searched Abhir's face, looking for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was conviction and determination. Abhir's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Mere liye tumhari khushi matter karti hai aur kuch nhi," Abhir continued, his voice filled with emotion. "I want to make you happy, Kiara. I want to be the husband you deserve."Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she listened to Abhir's words.

 She had been waiting to hear those words for so long, and now that she finally had, she wasn't sure if she should believe them.

 But as she looked into Abhir's eyes, she saw something there that gave her hope. Maybe, just maybe, Abhir was finally ready to commit to their marriage and make her happy. 

Abhir's sudden interruption caught Kiara off guard, and she looked at him in surprise. "Ek minute ruko!" he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He walked towards the cupboard, his movements swift and purposeful.

 Kiara's curiosity was piqued, and she wondered what Abhir was up to. She watched with bated breath as he pulled out a packet from the cupboard, beautifully gift-wrapped in elegant silver paper. The paper was adorned with intricate designs and patterns, and a beautiful red ribbon was tied around it, adding a touch of elegance to the overall presentation. 

Abhir turned around, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeh humari shaadi ka gift," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the gift. She hadn't expected Abhir to give her a gift, especially not one that seemed so thoughtful and personal. 

She felt a sense of anticipation building up inside her, and she couldn't wait to see what was inside the packet. Abhir handed her the gift, and Kiara's fingers trembled slightly as she unwrapped the paper.

 As the paper fell away, Kiara's eyes widened in awe. Inside the packet was a beautiful Indian dress, perfect for a special occasion. The dress was a stunning shade of maroon, with intricate embroidery and patterns that seemed to dance across the fabric.

Along with the dress, Abhir had also gifted her a pair of beautiful jhumkas, which sparkled and shone in the light. The jhumkas were intricately designed, with delicate patterns and motifs that added to their beauty.

 Kiara's eyes were drawn to the jhumkas, and she felt a sense of delight wash over her. But what really caught her attention was the pendant that lay nestled among the folds of the dress. The pendant was a beautiful, delicate piece, with the initials "AK" engraved on it. 

Kiara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked at the pendant, feeling touched by Abhir's thoughtful gesture. It was a beautiful, personal touch, one that showed Abhir had put a lot of thought into the gift. Kiara's eyes met Abhir's, and she could see the sincerity and excitement in his eyes. He seemed to be waiting for her reaction, eager to know if she liked the gift.

Kiara's eyes met Abhir's, and she could see the sincerity and excitement in his eyes. He seemed to be waiting for her reaction, eager to know if she liked the gift. Kiara's face broke into a wide smile as she looked at the dress and jhumkas again. 

"It's beautiful," she said, her voice filled with emotion. Abhir's face lit up with a smile, and he looked relieved and happy. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. Kiara felt a sense of gratitude towards Abhir, feeling touched by his thoughtful gesture.

 She realized that he was making an effort to connect with her, to make their marriage work. And that thought filled her with hope and happiness.

Kiara's eyes were fixed on the gift, her gaze drinking in every detail of the beautiful dress, the jhumkas, and the pendant. She felt like she was in a dream, like this was all too good to be true. But as she looked up at Abhir, she saw the sincerity and love in his eyes, and she knew that this was real.

Abhir took a step closer to Kiara, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the tears streaming down her face, and he felt his heart melt with love and compassion. He reached out a hand and gently wiped away her tears, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Abhir's eyes locked onto Kiara's as she handed him the pendant, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Abb agar aap laye hai toh aap hi pehna dijiye naa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As she spoke, she slid her hair from the back of her neck to her shoulder, revealing the delicate skin of her neck.

Abhir's eyes locked onto Kiara's as she handed him the pendant, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Abb agar aap laye hai toh aap hi pehna dijiye naa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As she spoke, she slid her hair from the back of her neck to her shoulder, revealing the delicate skin of her neck.

As he leaned in to put the pendant around her neck, Abhir couldn't help but notice the way Kiara's hair cascaded down her shoulder, framing her face. He felt a sense of intimacy wash over him, and he knew that this moment was special. He fastened the clasp of the pendant, his fingers grazing the skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

his lips unknowingly brushed against the skin of Kiara's neck. It was a gentle, fleeting touch, but it sent shivers down Kiara's spine. She felt a rush of excitement and pleasure, and her heart skipped a beat. Kiara's eyes fluttered closed, and she tilted her head to the side, savoring the sensation. She couldn't believe what was happening. 

Abhir's kiss was like a spark of electricity, igniting a flame of passion and desire within her. Abhir, too, was caught off guard by the intensity of his emotions. He hadn't intended to kiss Kiara, but as his lips touched her skin, he felt a rush of desire and affection. 

He pulled back, his eyes locking onto Kiara's, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with tension and possibility. 

 ..............

As the car came to a stop in front of Poddar Mansion, Abhir and Kiara stepped out onto the driveway. Kiara looked breathtakingly beautiful in the stunning maroon dress that Abhir had gifted her earlier. The dress perfectly accentuated her curves, and the intricate embroidery sparkled in the sunlight, making her look like a vision.

Abhir's eyes widened in admiration as he gazed at Kiara, a soft smile spreading across his face. He felt a surge of pride and happiness, knowing that he had been able to bring a smile to her face with his gift. As they began to walk towards the mansion, Abhir reached out and gently took Kiara's hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a tender gesture.

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she felt Abhir's hand wrap around hers, sending a warm, fuzzy feeling through her entire body. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness, and Abhir's heart swelled with emotion.

As Abhir and Kiara walked hand in hand towards Poddar Mansion, they exuded an aura of happiness and contentment. Their faces were aglow with smiles, and their eyes sparkled with a deep affection for each other. The warm sunlight cast a golden glow over them, making them look like a picture-perfect couple.

But, unbeknownst to them, a storm was brewing on the horizon. A storm that threatened to shake the very foundations of their relationship and test the strength of their love. The calm and serene atmosphere that surrounded them was about to give way to a maelstrom of emotions, secrets, and revelations that would change their lives forever.

And this storm had a name - Charu Bansal. 

As they stepped into the grand foyer of Poddar Mansion, Abhir and Kiara were suddenly confronted with a scene of utter chaos. Dadisaa's furious voice echoed through the hall, making them freeze in their tracks.

"Charu, kyun bhaagi thi tum shaadi se?" Dadisaa thundered, her face red with rage. Abhir's eyes widened in shock as he exchanged a nervous glance with Kiara. The mention of Charu's name had an instant effect on them, and their hearts skipped a beat in unison. 

Their hands, which were clasped together just moments before, now loosened their grip. Abhir's fingers slid away from Kiara's, leaving her feeling suddenly bereft and vulnerable. Kiara's eyes darted towards Abhir, searching for reassurance, but his face was a mask of tension and uncertainty.

The atmosphere in the hall was electric with tension, and Abhir and Kiara could feel the weight of Dadisaa's anger bearing down on them. They knew that they were about to face a storm, one that would test their love and their relationship to the limit.

Charu's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes cast downward in a mixture of shame and fear. "Dadisaa, mein bhaagi nahi thi... mujhe kidnap kiya gaya tha!" The words spilled out of her like a confession, and the room fell silent.

As Charu's words hung in the air, Abhir's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled backward, as if he had been physically punched in the gut. The revelation that Charu had been kidnapped on their wedding day, rather than running away, left him reeling.

But before Abhir could lose his balance, Kiara quickly reached out and grasped his arm, holding him firmly in place. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep concern and understanding. She could see the turmoil brewing inside him, and she knew that she had to be his rock, his anchor in the storm that was unfolding.

Charu, meanwhile, stood frozen, her eyes downcast, as if the weight of her secrets was crushing her.

Dadisaa's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp with skepticism. "Kidnap? Kisne kiya tha tumhe kidnap?" she demanded, her gaze boring into Charu's. Charu's eyes darted nervously around the room before finally coming to rest on a figure standing in the shadows. "Papa," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the man Charu had accused. Sanjay Bansal, Charu's father and a man known for his ruthless business tactics, stepped forward, his face a mask of calm indifference. But Abhir noticed a flicker of anger in his eyes, a spark that hinted at a deeper truth.

Charu's words were laced with tears as she spoke, her voice cracking with emotion. "He didn't want me and Abhir to get married," she sobbed, her body shaking with convulsive sobs.The room was silent, the only sound the quiet weeping of Charu.

 Abhir's eyes were fixed on her, his face a mask of shock and confusion. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

Manisha's voice was trembling with rage and hurt as she pointed a accusing finger at Sanjay Bansal. "Hey Bhagwaan, meri beti ki zindagi kharaab kardi aapne, BhaiSaab!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with anger. 

 The room fell silent once again, the tension palpable. Sanjay Bansal's expression remained calm, but his eyes flashed with a hint of defiance. Abhir's eyes darted between his family members, his mind reeling with the implications of what was being revealed. Kiara's grip on his hand tightened, as if she sensed his turmoil.

Manisha's words cut through the air like a sharp knife, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. "Aapki wajah se meri beti ko Abhir se shaadi karni padi," she accused, her voice dripping with venom.

 Charu's eyes locked onto Kiara's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Kiara's hands instinctively rose to her neck, her fingers tracing the vermilion and the nuptial chain that symbolized her marriage to Abhir. Charu's eyes followed the movement, and her world crumbled around her. 

The truth hit her like a ton of bricks. Abhir was married. He was married to Kiara. The realization was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and reeling. Charu's eyes filled with tears as she stumbled backward, her heart shattering into a million pieces.

Charu's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as she gripped Abhir's collar, her fingers digging deep into the fabric. "Yeh hi tha tumhara pyaar, Abhir?" she spat, her voice venomous with hurt and betrayal. "Arey log toh puri zindagi apne pyaar ke liye intezaar karte hai, tumse ek din bhi nahi kiya gaya," she accused, her words cutting deep into Abhir's soul. The pain and anguish in her eyes was like a mirror, reflecting the shattered remains of their love.

Abhir's face was ashen, his eyes wide with shock and regret. He tried to speak, to explain, but Charu's grip on his collar tightened, silencing him. Kiara, meanwhile, stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions.

Charu's face was a picture of rage and hurt as she hurled the words at Abhir. "Dhokebaaz ho tum Abhir, I regret trusting you, loving you!" she spat, her voice trembling with emotion. Her hand rose, palm flat, ready to strike Abhir across the face. But before she could make contact, Kiara's hand shot out, grasping Charu's wrist in a firm but gentle grip.

Kiara's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity, her gaze locking onto Charu's. She nodded once, a sharp, decisive movement. "No," she said, her voice low and even, but with a hint of steel beneath. The message was clear: Kiara would not let Charu harm Abhir, not now, not ever.

Kiara stood tall, her slender frame a formidable barrier between Abhir and Charu. Her eyes, filled with compassion and understanding, met Charu's, and she spoke in a soft, gentle tone."Jaanti hun dil toota hai aapka, Charu di," she said, her words a balm to Charu's wounded heart.

 Kiara's gaze then shifted to Abhir, her eyes filled with a deep love and concern for him.As she looked at both Charu and Abhir, Kiara's heart swelled with emotion. These two people, both precious to her in different ways, were hurting, and she wanted to ease their pain.  

Kiara's voice took on a firm, resolute tone, her words leaving no room for doubt. "Lekin mere pati par haath uthaane ka hakk mein kisi ko nahi deti!" she declared, her eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness. 

 The air seemed to vibrate with the force of her conviction, and Charu's eyes widened in surprise. Abhir, too, looked at Kiara with a mix of gratitude and admiration, his heart swelling with love for this strong, courageous woman who stood by him, unwavering and unshakeable.

Charu's laughter was like a cold, mirthless sound, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and scorn. She clapped her hands together, the sound echoing through the room like a mocking applause.

 "WOW, Kiara Poddar... or I should say, Kiara Abhir Sharma," Charu said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The way she emphasized Kiara's married name was like a subtle dig, a reminder of the fact that Kiara was now Abhir's wife, and Charu was just a jilted lover.

Charu's words dripped with venom and despair as she gazed at Kiara with a mixture of anger and resignation. "Yahi toh tum chahti thi, AbHIR tumhara ho jaye, tumhari shaadi usse ho jaye... lo ho gayi. Tum jeet gayi aur main haar gayi." 

 The weight of Charu's defeat was palpable, her voice cracking with emotion as she acknowledged Kiara's triumph. The air was heavy with the unspoken truth: Kiara had won Abhir's heart, and Charu had lost him forever.

Charu's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as she confronted Kiara, her voice laced with pain and betrayal. "Lekin jab main apna pyaar tumhare liye sacrifice kar rahi thi, tab tumne woh natak kyun kiya tha? Haan, apna pyaar sacrifice karne ka, apni behen ke liye." 

 Charu's words cut deep, exposing the wound of Kiara's past sacrifice. The air was thick with tension as Kiara's eyes met Charu's, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths. The truth hung precariously in the balance, waiting to be revealed.

Charu's words were laced with venom and disgust as she spat out the accusation. "Kitni badi nautanki ho tum Kiara, mauke par chauka maar liya tumne."The insult was a sharp slap, aimed directly at Kiara's character. Charu's eyes flashed with anger, her face twisted in a scowl. 

The atmosphere in the room grew even more charged, the tension between the two women almost palpable. Kiara's face remained calm, but her eyes betrayed a hint of pain, a sign that Charu's words had struck a nerve.

Charu's voice dripped with venom and hatred as she hurled the insult at Kiara. The words cut through the air like a sharp knife, leaving a trail of ugliness in their wake. "Main shaadi se gayab kya hui, tumne meri jagah le li... such a whore behavior," Charu spat, her face twisted in a scowl. 

Charu's voice dripped with venom and hatred as she hurled the insult at Kiara. The words cut through the air like a sharp knife, leaving a trail of ugliness in their wake. "Main shaadi se gayab kya hui, tumne meri jagah le li... such a whore behavior," Charu spat, her face twisted in a scowl.

 The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the people present. Kiara's face remained calm, but her eyes betrayed a deep hurt, a pain that Charu's words had inflicted. Abhir's eyes widened in shock, his face pale with dismay.

 He took a step forward, as if to intervene, but Kiara's hand on his arm stopped him.Manisha, Kiara's mother, stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "Charu, enough!" she exclaimed, her voice firm but controlled. "You have no right to speak to my daughter like that."

Charu's venomous words sliced through the air, leaving Kiara feeling ravaged and exposed. "How desperate you were to warm Abhir's bed," she taunted, her eyes flashing with malice.

 The brutal insult struck Kiara with the force of a physical blow, leaving her breathless and reeling. The pain of Charu's words was intensified by the fact that they came from her own sister, someone she had once loved and trusted.

As Kiara struggled to maintain her composure, Abhir's face darkened with rage. His eyes blazed with fury, and he took a menacing step forward, his hand raised to strike Charu. But Kiara's swift intervention stayed his hand, her fingers closing around his wrist like a vice.

 "Abhir, no!" she whispered urgently, her eyes pleading with him to calm down. "Don't react. She's trying to provoke you." Kiara's voice was a soothing balm, but her eyes betrayed the depth of her pain, the anguish that Charu's words had inflicted.

"Kiara meri biwi hai, Charu, uske khilaaf mein ek shabd nahi sununga," Abhir said, his voice firm and resolute, as he stood protectively beside Kiara.Charu's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with venom.

 "Achcha ji, tumne toh uska dil todha tha mere liye, Abhir," she sneered, her words cutting deep.Abhir's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Haan, kyun? Tab mujhe nahi pata tha, Charu, kitni giri hui aur neech soch rakhti ho," he spat, his voice venomous, as he realized the true extent of Charu's manipulative nature.

Abhir's voice was laced with remorse and longing as he gazed into Kiara's eyes. "I regret choosing you over Kiara, the girl who loved me so much," he said, his words a heartfelt confession.Kiara's eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked onto Abhir's, and for a moment, time stood still. 

The air was thick with emotion as Abhir's words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the past and the choices that had led them to this moment.Charu's face contorted in rage and hurt, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as she realized the truth: Abhir's heart had always belonged to Kiara.

"Kiara nahi, tum mujhe chhod kar bhagi thi, Charu," Abhir's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke, the pain and hurt still raw. "You broke my trust, my heart. Because of you, I faced humiliation. You left me, Charu. You left me when I needed you the most." Abhir's eyes blazed with anger and hurt, his words spilling out like venom.