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Vami and Akku Rey reached Kohli's place, and they both took Rey inside, where the maid opened the door for them.

Nush was watching highlights of the match, mesmerized by Sammy's performance, replaying his moments again and again.

Nush: "Finally, you both are here, Akku and Vamu! Let's have dinner, baccha. It's already late." She stood up, heading to the kitchen to get dinner.

But then, Nush's expression changed. When she heard "Nush Chiiiii, that's it!" She turned around, her heartbeat racing rapidly. She was feeling nostalgic, her hands and body shivering. Lots of emotions played in her mind. "Nush Chiiiii, that's her little princess, Sammio, who gave her these nickname in past " Nostalgia hit her hard.

She was the only one who called her by that name, a term she had coined in childhood. Nostalgia washed over her, bringing floods of emotions she couldn't contain. She was at a loss for words, overcome with feelings she couldn't express. It felt like she was gazing at her own brother, Roo. The resemblance was uncanny - his eyes sparkled with the same innocent charm as Ritsy's. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, her heart overflowing with emotions.

She was still watching him, her mind filled with countless thoughts. She hadn't moved an inch due to her emotional turmoil. Aakaay gently nudged Rey and said, "Go, Rey. She's just stunned to see you here. That's it. Go on. You both have waited for this moment. Just go and live it."

Rey slowly approached her and said, "Hello, Nush chiii. This is Rey." Before he could say more, Nushkie pulled him into a tight hug, embracing him and murmuring, "My baby, my little prince, Rey." She was sobbing hard as Rey hugged her back just as tightly. "Nush, gosh, you are so beautiful-more so in person than online. You look so elegant and beautiful," he said.

Nush: "And you are so handsome, just like my Sharma brother, and so innocent like Ritsy. You are my godchild. Oh, God, I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm rambling about. Seeing you in front of me feels like a dream, Rey. I didn't expect this. Gosh, I'm so happy-so happy I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, Rey, but I'm just so thrilled to finally see you here. God, Chachi loves you so much," she rambled.

Akshay, seeing her emotional outburst, understood what this kind of rambling meant. He immediately came to the rescue and said, "Gosh, Mumma, now that your little prince has arrived, you've forgotten me? Not fair, yaar," he said with a hint of playful sadness. Nush immediately pulled Aakaay into her embrace, "Gosh, such a drama king, just like your dad. Akku, Is these okay, bub?"

Nushkie again saw rey... Reyansh sharma her sweet little handsome niece who is standing infront of him she didn't know about him and his existence she gotta know about him after 15 year's just because of her stupidity her anger her perspective of things has lead them to here where everything is broken beautifully,

"As Nushkie once again laid eyes on Rey after 15 long years, a tidal wave of emotions swept over her. Tears of joy, nostalgia, and love streamed down her face as she beheld the little boy she had never held, now grown into a tall, handsome young man. Memories came flooding back - laughter-filled birthday parties, bedtime stories, and tender moments of guidance she had shared with Samaira, but not with Rey, due to her own regrets and mistakes.

"Despite the past, her heart swelled with pride, gratitude, and a hint of bittersweet longing for the passage of time. Opening her arms wide, she enveloped Rey in a warm, tearful hug, whispering words of love and welcome. The years melted away, and for a moment, time stood still, leaving only the unbreakable bond beginning between her and Reyansh."

Vamika made her way to her room, overwhelmed by the weight of everything. It felt like too much to bear. She knew this situation wasn't permanent; once Rey found out the truth, he would hate them-just like they deserved. Her mind spiraled with a torrent of fears and what-ifs. She couldn't shake the feeling that once Reyansh discovered what they had done to the Sharmas, it would shatter him. The thought of his betrayal and disgust cut deep, leaving her heart heavy.

Meanwhile, Anushka held Reyansh tightly in her arms, feeling an intense rush of emotions. It was surreal to finally have him there, but beneath that joy lay a profound anxiety. She marveled at the miracle of the moment, yet she was haunted by the shadows of the past. What would Reyansh think when he learned about the pain they had caused? Would he be able to reconcile the warmth of their present with the brutality of their past? The uncertainty loomed like a dark cloud, threatening to overshadow their newfound happiness.

As Virat stood there, staring at Reyansh, a wave of emotion crashed over him. It had been 15 long years since he had last seen his best friend, and now, before him stood the son he never knew existed. The realization hit him like a tidal wave: he had missed countless milestones-birthdays filled with laughter, playdates filled with joy, the simple pleasures of watching his best friend's child grow. Each moment he had missed felt like a dagger to his heart, a relentless reminder of the void that had been left in his life.

Reyansh's innocent eyes reflected a world untouched by the burdens of their past, yet Virat could sense the weight of unspoken stories behind them. He felt an overwhelming yearning to bridge the chasm of lost time, to be the uncle who would guide him through life's complexities. The ache of regret settled in his chest, tightening like a vice. He had been absent for so many pivotal moments-first steps, laughter over cake, comforting hugs during heartaches-and now, seeing Reyansh, he felt the sting of all that could have been.

Virat's heart ached with guilt, knowing that he had missed the chance to create memories, to be a part of a young life that deserved joy and love. He imagined all the times he could have celebrated with Reyansh, the stories he could have shared, and the bond they could have formed. The thought of what could have been consumed him, leaving him breathless and raw. In that moment, he vowed silently to make things right, to step into the role he had missed out on for so long. But could he ever truly bridge the gap of those lost years, or would the shadows of regret always loom between them?

Virat slowly walked toward them, his heart racing as he stood before Nush and Rey. "Nushhh," he called softly, his voice filled with longing. Both Nush and Rey turned, and in that instant, Reyansh's face lit up with joy. "Vii, Chachu! Finally, you're here! Gosh, I missed you!" His words spilled out like a rush of pent-up emotion.

Reyansh sprang to his feet, his silky hair bouncing with every movement. His lips were stretched into a wide smile, but the tears shimmering in his eyes told a deeper story of longing and love. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed toward Virat and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace.

In that moment, Virat felt an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over him. He hadn't realized how much he craved this connection until it was finally there, enveloping him in warmth. "I missed you too, kid," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Holding Reyansh close, he felt the weight of all the lost years, the birthdays and milestones he had missed. But now, standing together, they were forging a bond that promised to heal the wounds of the past. In Reyansh's embrace, Virat found hope, love, and the chance to finally be the uncle he had always wanted to be.

As Virat's arms enveloped Reyansh, he felt the fragile threads of his heart intertwine with the boy's. "My god, Reyansh," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've missed so much. I've missed your smiles, your laughter, your tears. I've missed every moment of your life."

Virat's chest heaved, his lungs struggling to contain the torrent of emotions. He pulled Reyansh closer, his embrace a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm of lost time. "I love you, Reyansh," he whispered, the words tearing free from his soul. "I love you for being a part of Rohit, for being a shining piece of my best friend's heart."

Reyansh's face buried in his chest, Virat felt the boy's heartbeat synchronize with his own. The warmth of Reyansh's tears soaked through his shirt, mingling with his own. In that instant, Virat knew he would never let go, never miss Aanother moment.

"You're mine now, Reyansh," Virat whispered, his voice cracking. "Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to cherish. I promise to make up for lost time, to be the uncle, the friend, the guardian you deserve." As Reyansh's arms wrapped around him, Virat felt redemption, forgiveness, and a love that transcended time.

Reyansh looked up at Virat, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Chachu," he asked, his voice wavering, "why didn't you come to meet me all these years? Why didn't you search for me? Did you not love me? Was it only Samaira di you cared about?" Each question felt like a dagger, piercing through the silence that had hung between them for so long.

Reyansh's words were heavy with the weight of loneliness and longing, the pain of a boy who had yearned for the presence of an uncle he barely knew. The thought that Virat might have chosen to love only his elder sister while leaving him in the shadows stung deeply. In that moment, Virat felt the full force of regret wash over him, realizing the hurt he had inadvertently caused. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the years of absence, and reassure Reyansh that he was not just an afterthought. "I'm here now," he finally managed to say, his voice thick with emotion, desperate to convey that he was ready to love and support his nephew, no matter how many years had slipped away.

**Virat:** "Rey, my Prince, I know I wasn't there when you needed me the most. I missed your first cry, your first steps, and the moment you called your parents 'Baba' and 'Mama' for the first time. I wasn't there for your first day of kindergarten or school. I didn't take you on playdates or coloring dates like I did with Sammy, Vami, and Aakaay.

I'm deeply sorry, Bachha. I know I let you down, but today, I want to make you a promise: I will be there for you for the rest of my life. In your ups and downs, in your victories and failures, I will be your rock. I swear, this time, I won't break my promise."

His voice was soft yet filled with emotion, and Reyansh listened intently, feeling the weight of every word. In his chachu's eyes, he saw a sincerity he had longed for, a reflection of the love he had always wanted. This was the connection he had craved since childhood, the bond he dreamed of while listening to stories from Sammy's di.

Without hesitation, Reyansh wrapped his arms around his chachu, holding on tightly as if afraid to let go. "Thank you, Chachu. Thank you. This is what I've dreamed of for the past twelve years."

Hearing the vulnerability in Reyansh's voice made Virat's heart ache. He gently ran his fingers through Reyansh's hair, pulling him close, and whispered, "I love you" with every ounce of his being, each whisper a promise that he would never leave him again.

Tilak smiled softly, his heart swelling as he listened. This was what he had yearned for over the past fifteen years. He understood both sides intimately; he had watched them grapple with guilt, anger, pain, and heartache. They both desperately needed closure, yet it always pained him to recall the weight of their struggles.

Each time he thought of the pressure and hurt they had endured, a flicker of resentment would arise within him. But no matter how heavy that burden felt, he clung to the promise he made to Rohit Bhayya. Rohit had looked him in the eyes and said, "Tilak, you won't judge anyone, and you won't take sides, okay?"

That promise was a guiding light for him, reminding him to be impartial, to hold space for both of their pains, even when it ached to do so. It was a commitment that shaped him, grounding him in a sea of conflicting emotions. Through it all, he remained steadfast, hoping one day they would find the healing they so desperately needed.

Virat and Reyansh were wrapped in each other's embrace, soaking up the warmth that offered solace in their shared sorrow. Soumya gently side-hugged Anushka, who sobbed uncontrollably, the weight of grief palpable. Aakaay glanced around, realizing Vamika was missing, and slowly slipped away toward her room, a heaviness in his heart.

"Before everyone finds out about Reyansh, we need to tell Ajju, Jassi, and the 13 Gang, along with Hardik, who's away on a business trip," Anushka said, her voice trembling. Virat merely nodded, unable to shake the feeling that this moment might shatter if he let go. It felt surreal, as if they were suspended in time, and the thought of opening his eyes or loosening his grip on Reyansh filled him with dread. A deep fear reflected in his eyes-what if this was the last time he held the one person who meant everything of his bestfriend?

On the other side, Aakaay quietly entered the room where Vamika sat lost in her thoughts. Dried tears stained her cheeks, and her body trembled uncontrollably from fear and despair. Aakaay gently wrapped his arms around her and said, "What's on your mind, Di? Aren't you happy? Everyone downstairs is celebrating, especially Mom and Dad. Honestly, I've never seen Mom this joyful in her life; it's all because of Sammy. If they hadn't sent Rey here, I can't even imagine what would have happened."

Vamika turned to him, her voice choked with emotion. "You don't understand, Akku. You see everyone smiling and think everything is okay, but it's not. I still relive that day, and it tears me apart. You and Reyansh have no idea-you were too young to grasp it.

Let me share a secret: I only know a part of the truth, not the whole story. Our family has inflicted so much pain and did somuch terrible things that it broke Papa and Ritsy's mom when they needed us most-especially Mom. Jassi, Chachu Rah, Chachu Harry, Chachu Jinks, Badi Mummy, Badi Papa, Dad-everyone has shattered the Sharma family beyond repair. And Abhishek Bhaiya, the way he looks at us, I know he sees it all. That's why he carries so much hatred. It's a burden none of us should bear."

Vamika: "You know, akku, as simple as it may seem, today Rey is here, and tomorrow Mom and Dad will arrive. We're going to apologize, and they'll smile and say, 'Okay, we forgive you.' But it's not that easy; it's far more complicated than you realize.

When I saw Sammy Di that night at dinner, it hit me hard. We took away her innocence and colorful childhood, leaving her with pain and a shattered past. She watched her parents break apart, all the while putting on a brave face for her and her innocent little brother, who was born into a world without uncles and aunties, always yearning for their love. Despite her own suffering, Sammy Di never once burdened him with her pain-that's what makes her extraordinary and incredibly strong.

The truth is, we've only given her trauma, and healing from that trauma is a lifelong journey. As I study psychology, I've learned how deeply it can scar a person. It's heartbreaking to think of the weight we've placed on her shoulders. We owe her so much more than we can ever give."

Vami: "But hearing all this doesn't mean you should let go of the bond you've formed with Sammy Di and Rey. Even when Ro Papa and Ritsy Maa come here, you don't need to get tangled up in this mess. As much as I know them, they will shower you with the love you truly deserve. Just promise me one thing: don't break their trust. Please don't force me to step in and mend what's fragile. I know all too well the pain that comes when those bonds are broken. It's a hurt I never want to feel again, so please don't push me, okay?"

Aakaay nodded, feeling a wave of emotions swell inside him. He was at a loss for words, struggling to process everything what his Vami Di was saying. Even after all the complaining and confusion, he and Angad still couldn't piece together what had truly happened that day. All they understood was how fiercely protective, caring, and loving Ro Papa and Ritsy Maa had been. That was the only clarity in a sea of turmoil-a reminder of the warmth they had always shown, even amid the chaos.

Jassi and Sanjana sat at the dinner table with Angad, their hearts heavy after watching the match. The atmosphere was charged with emotion, especially for Jassi. Sammy was an exact replica of his brother Rohit-the way she batted, her movements on the field, every little detail mirrored her father perfectly. Pride swelled in him, but it was quickly overshadowed by shame. Knowing that Sammy was his brother's daughter only deepened his turmoil. He felt unworthy to face her, especially when Sanjana often urged, "Let's go, I want to meet Sammy." Each time, Jassi hesitated, unable to confront the little princess who deserved so much more than his silent retreat.

Suddenly, their phones pinged with a message: Virat had called them to his house. It was unusual for him to reach out, and the timing felt peculiar. Normally, it would be Nushkie on the other end, but this time it was Virat. They hastily finished their dinner, the weight of their emotions hanging in the air, and stepped outside.

To their surprise, an SUV was parked in front of their house. Agastya stood there with Radhika and Jinks, impatience etched on his face.

"Chachu, come on! We're going to see Vi chachu! Let's go!" he shouted, excitement in his voice.

Jassi nodded, but beneath his calm exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. As they climbed into the car, he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected visit might change everything.

**Ajju:** "Do you have any idea why he called us urgently? Especially Virat? Today was match day, so why summon us at home?"

Rahul shook his head, concern etched on his face. "I don't know, bhayya. But we should go see what's going on."

Jassi felt a storm brewing inside him, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. As his heart wrestled with anxiety, an overwhelming tension enveloped him. While others speculated about the sudden call-debating possibilities and implications-Jassi remained distant, consumed by his own spiraling worries. Each scenario played out like a haunting echo, drowning out their chatter. He felt as if he were standing on the edge of something monumental, yet he couldn't grasp what it was.

The air around him felt heavy, and he struggled to shake off the sense that this moment might change everything.

In no time, they reached the Kohlis' house, where the air was thick with unspoken emotions. As they stepped inside, they saw a child nestled in Virat's arms, radiating warmth in a moment that felt both tender and bittersweet. Anushka and Soumya were engaged in a hushed conversation, Anushka lovingly caressing the child's hand, her gaze filled with a mixture of hope and sadness. Tilak stood nearby, watching them like a lovesick fool, caught up in the quiet beauty of the scene.

Rahul broke the silence, his voice filled with concern. "Vii, what happened? Why did you call us here so suddenly? Is everything okay?"

Ajju remained silent, a heaviness weighing on his heart. He couldn't bring himself to speak. It had been a long time since Virat had truly connected with him; their last conversation had erupted into a confrontation that had left their relationship frayed and fragile. Ajju had tried to reach out, but Virat seemed to have closed himself off, walking away from the chance to mend what was broken.

As the tension in the room hung thick, Ajju felt a profound sense of loss-loss of connection, of friendship, and the warmth that had once defined their bond.

Virat gently caressed Rey's hair, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "Rey, look who's come to see you." But Rey didn't respond; instead, he burrowed deeper into Virat's embrace, seeking the familiar warmth that comforted him, reminiscent of his beloved "ro papa."

A heavy silence enveloped the room, but Jassi's heart raced at the mention of Rey. A whirlwind of emotions surged within him, and he hesitated, not wanting to leap to conclusions. Finally, he whispered, "Vii bhai, is that him? Our little boy, Ro Bhayya's child?" Virat nodded subtly, his eyes glistening with unspoken feelings.

As Jinks and Rah dashed toward them, Jassi stood frozen, a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy flooding his heart. Tears began to flow unbidden down his cheeks; he hadn't anticipated this moment. It felt as if the weight of all his hopes and dreams was finally being realized.

Tilak, noticing Jassi's emotional turmoil, approached him with understanding. "Jassi bhaiya..." he began softly, knowing that words could hardly convey the depth of what they were all feeling.

Jassi glared at him, a storm of emotions churning within. Despite the weight of his feelings, he couldn't shake the memory of how Tilak had been by their side for the past fifteen years. He knew every detail about of his bhayya and bhabhi, and deep down, he understood that this wasn't merely jealousy; it was about trust-trust in his bhayya, where he had utterly failed.

These little kids had risen to support them during their darkest moments, and the shame weighed heavily on Jassi. He felt a profound sense of humiliation, realizing that while he faltered, they had shown the strength he lacked.

What could he do now? Absolutely nothing. His heart ached with every painful realization, each one a reminder of his misguided choices and the blunders that had haunted him. The mocking voice of regret echoed in his mind, leaving him to grapple with the painful truth of his past failures.

Rah and Ajju knelt before Rey and Virat, their faces bright with joy. "Rey baccha, look who's here! It's Rah Chachu and Jinks Chachu!" Slowly, Rey pulled away from the embrace and exclaimed, "No, it's Banana Chip Choco Chachu, right?" His radiant smile seemed to light up the room.

Rah scooped him onto his lap, holding him tightly as he whispered, "Yes, baby, it's Banana Chip Choco Chachu! You are so handsome, just like me." His words wrapped around Rey like a warm blanket, filling him with an overwhelming sense of love and belonging.

Rey's heart swelled as he hugged Rah back, emotions crashing over him like waves. He hadn't anticipated such depth of affection from these people, and it moved him to tears. Perhaps this was why his Sammy Di never ceased to speak of them with such fondness-she knew how much their love could heal and uplift.

In that moment, surrounded by warmth and genuine care, Rey realized he was not alone. He was cherished, and that thought brought a profound sense of comfort and joy.

Athiya and Radhika watched from a distance, their hearts swelling with warmth as they admired the scene. Slowly, Athiya made her way to sit beside Anushka. Meanwhile, Soumya stood up, her thoughts turning to Vamika and Aakaay, and headed upstairs. When Agastya caught sight of her, she blinked and quietly slipped away.

Ajju turned to Rey, his voice filled with longing. "Baccha, you won't come to meet me? This is Ajju Chachu, beta." His words trembled, and he could feel the sting of tears pooling in his eyes.

Rey looked up at him, his innocent gaze piercing through the emotional haze. "Ajju Kaka," he said softly. In that moment, Ajju's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the sweetness of Rey's words. Tears streamed down his face as he realized he never anticipated hearing such endearing affection. The simple title, spoken with such purity, touched the depths of his soul, reminding him of the unbreakable bond of family and love.

He hugged Rey tightly, his voice thick with emotion as he whispered, "I love you, baccha. Chachu is so happy." On the other side, Rah clung to Virat, burying his face in his neck, tears streaming down his cheeks. For the first time in fifteen years, he allowed himself to cry openly, the joy and relief overwhelming him.

"Shhh, baccha, it's okay," Virat soothed, his hand gently caressing Rah's back. "Everything is going to be alright. Just breathe, calm down."

Rey pulled away from Ajju's embrace, his eyes bright but questioning. "Boom Chachu, won't you come to me? Don't you like me?" Jassi was jolted from his thoughts, meeting Rey's innocent gaze. But inside, his heart and mind were in turmoil, berating him for his decisions. How could he face Rey, knowing the pain he had caused? The weight of shame pressed heavily upon him, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Shaking his head, he instinctively began to step back, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Tilak noticed the tension in Rey's small hands, held tightly in a protective grip, and realized the little boy was sensing Jassi's distress. He turned to Jassi, who was lost in a sea of guilt and regret.

"Bhayya, please take care of Rey," Tilak urged, concern etched on his face as he said to virat and he rushed toward Jassi, who was retreating. Tilak followed closely, determined to bridge the gap of hurt and support both Rey and Jassi in this moment of emotional upheaval.

Tilak chased after Jassi, who was sprinting outside. "Jassi bhayya, stop! Please, just listen to me! Yaar, sun lo!" he cried out. But Jassi continued toward the gate, unwavering.

Tilak's voice grew desperate. "Ek baar phir, bhaiyaa! Why are you running away, just like last time? Please, don't do this again!" Jassi finally paused, the weight of Tilak's words hanging in the air.

"Last time, when you were supposed to stand by bhayya, you turned away. Now, when the son of that very bhayya has come to you, seeking your love, you're fleeing once more. If you had no intention of meeting him, then why have you been haunted by guilt for the last fifteen years? Why this torment?"

Tilak stood resolutely in front of Jassi, his heart aching. "Bhaiyaa, please tell me-why?"

"I can't face him, Lak. You don't understand; I'm so ashamed of myself for the way I treated bhayya, how I spoke to bhabhi, and how I ignored Sammy. I'm overwhelmed with shame. I don't deserve to be near that little prince of my bhayya. I just can't do it." Jassi broke down in tears, and Tilak let him pour out his emotions, giving him the space he needed.

"Jassi bhai, I know what you're feeling, but listen to me. He doesn't know about the past-he's innocent. Bhayya and Ritsy bhabhi know he's here because Sammy sent him. If you walk away now, all those years you spent searching for the Sharma family will mean nothing. Deep down, do you really want to run away from them?"

Jassi shook his head, guilt gnawing at him. "You know, ever since I heard about Sammy and Rey, I've been desperate to meet them," he admitted, his voice trembling with longing.

Tilak smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "By the way, I'm bhayya's first kid and Rey's favorite chachu!" He smirked, knowing just how to reach Jassi's heart. He saw Jassi's lips twist in jealousy and quickly added, "oye Pagal I'm bhayya's unadopted official kid and Rey's favorite chachu!" samjhe...!!

Jassi couldn't help but laugh through his tears as he playfully twisted Lak's ear, the warmth of their bond cutting through the heaviness in his heart.

From the balcony, Akku, Vami, and Soumya gazed at the unfolding scene, a bittersweet mix of happiness and dread swirling within them. Though joy flickered in their hearts, Vami and Soumya were acutely aware that the road to Sharma's forgiveness would be fraught with challenges. This journey would not only leave lasting scars but also reopen deep-seated wounds that had never truly healed. Most painfully, they grappled with the haunting uncertainty of whether Sharma could ever forgive them. Deep down, they sensed the answer, yet the weight of that knowledge felt too heavy to confront.

**Tilak:** "Jassi bhai, let's go inside. Our prince has been waiting for you." Jassi nodded, a mix of anticipation and anxiety as they entered the house. Rey's gaze was fixed on the door, his little heart racing with hope. When Jassi finally appeared and rushed toward him, Rey instinctively turned away, hiding his feelings. Jassi knelt before him, pouring all his love into the moment, but Rey buried his face in Virat's embrace, seeking comfort.

**Jassi:** "Baccha, why won't you talk to Boom Boom Chachu? Please, just look at me!"

Rey shook his head stubbornly, his voice trembling. "Vi Chachu, tell him I don't want to talk. He left, and now I can't even bear to see him." A pout formed on his lips, reflecting the hurt he felt.

**Jassi:** "Baccha, Chachu is truly sorry. I let my emotions get the best of me. Please forgive me!" He held his ears in a playful gesture, his eyes shining with sincerity. Rey's heart melted at the sight; he couldn't resist that innocence.

**Rey:** "Chachu, those puppy eyes of yours were what Dad fell for, weren't they?" He hesitated, then wrapped his arms around Jassi. "See, I couldn't resist either!" A radiant smile broke through his earlier sadness.

Jassi embraced him tightly, whispering, "That's my little charm, beta." Laughter bubbled between them, and he added, "You're so innocent, baccha. I promise to always protect you, no matter what."

That night was a tapestry of giggles, laughter, and vibrant joy. Ajju and Virat remained silent, yet a subtle smile danced on their lips, hinting at unspoken bonds. Rah and Jassi clung to Reyansh, their affection unwavering, while Nush, Sanjana, Radhika, and Athiya lovingly prepared snacks, creating an atmosphere rich with nostalgia as they shared stories of Reyansh's childhood.

On the floor, Tilak and Soumya sat surrounded by the children-Akku, Angad, and Agastya. Vamu nestled her head in Soumya's lap, feeling the gentle caress of her hair, a soothing balm against the world. In that moment, sleep and joy seemed to elude her, replaced by a profound sense of warmth and connection that filled the air with unspoken love.

**Somewhere in India...**

Do you truly grasp what's happening within the shadows of the BCCI? What dark plans are brewing for the players' futures?

Sir, it's imperative that we uncover the truth. The BCCI has scheduled interviews for the players after this series, yet they claim they can't grant interviews now.

How fascinating, yet troubling. And what about the advertisements? They'll need to draw those players out into the light. Who will shield them from the lurking dangers outside?

But, sir, what sins do the players carry in this? Why are we surveilling them so closely?

You may not see it, but even beyond India's borders, we cannot shirk our duties. What better stage to begin than with rising stars like Samaira Sharma and Aairaa Shami? They shine brightly, but beneath that glow lies uncertainty. Have we discovered anything about that tilak?

One player has taken a six-month break from cricket, but that break hangs in limbo, unapproved, all due to his remarkable form.

It's almost tragic, isn't it? Do you know who crafted his path? Sharma, of course. Talent alone cannot shield him from fate's cruel hand. If we dig into his journey over the past 15 years, the darkness he's faced will emerge, revealing a story we might not be ready to confront.

It seems the moment has come to play our hand. We must welcome Sharma ji's daughter with all the grandeur and spectacle she deserves! *He chuckled softly, a smile that sent shivers down the spine, hinting at secrets hidden beneath the surface.*

**Sir, we just received a call from the boss. Why is he calling out of the blue? Isn't he on a trip to the States?**

Just give me a moment; I have a feeling I know why he's calling. *He smiled, a glint of anticipation in his eyes, and answered the call.*

"Boss, how are you? Is there anything you need? I'm all ears."

"I just heard that Sharma ji's daughter is scheduled for a shoot in four days. You can begin your preparations, but remember: keep your hands off Kohli and Dhoni. This is all about Samiara sharma, tilak Verma and that little girl, Aairaa Shami, who had the audacity to reject the match-fixing deal. The first move will be on her. Start your work, and I'll be waiting for the headlines. Goodbye." *He spoke with an unsettlingly calm demeanor, a subtle creepiness in his smile.*

*The person on the other end felt a chill run down his spine.* "Okay, boss. It's time for the teaser. Let's roll out the welcome mat for the Sharmas and the Shamis." *He chuckled darkly, a smirk creeping across his face, as if he could already taste the chaos to come.*

That's it for now...

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Next one is entry of rohika in India & Glimpse of past

See you guys in next one after you guys completing the target....

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AMY ❤️🥺