"Mine.

The language of love is like that, possessive. 

That should be the first warning that 

it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment."

― Holly Black,

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You will be MINE!!! 

The vase crashed to the floor, shattering into countless pieces.

"What a disaster! How could this happen?" The man's voice reverberated through the expansive living room as he gripped the wall by the window for support.

His subordinates stood in solemn silence, heads bowed, while another man sat on the sofa, patiently waiting for his agitated brother to regain composure. "Calm down, Rom. We'll figure this out."

"No, Sam, you don't understand. They're stronger now that they're married. This is exactly what we've been trying to prevent all these years. Haven't you realized that?" Rom's frustration was palpable.

A sudden knock at the door diverted everyone's attention, except for Sam's. With a sigh, he rose to answer it, revealing a doctor who had come to tend to Romano's injuries.

"Mr. Amora?" The doctor's voice was calm as he entered the room.

"Yes, please, come in." Sam stepped aside, allowing the doctor to attend to his brother's wounds.

After administering treatment and ensuring there were no further injuries, the doctor took his leave.

"Rom, you have to control your impulses and think things through," Sam urged, trying to reason with his brother.

"They've hidden her away in that house. The security is tight. I waited for days just to catch a glimpse of her. And now you expect me to remain calm?" Rom's frustration boiled over as he grabbed Sam's collar. "You saw them get married right before your eyes and did nothing?"

Tension thickened the air in the room. "Leave," Sam commanded, still holding onto the cotton pad soaked with medicine.

"What?" Romi's confusion was evident.

With a sudden surge of anger, Sam yanked Rom's injured hand, causing him to stumble toward the glass table, narrowly avoiding its sharp edge.

"Don't you dare act like this? It's because of you that they rushed into marriage," Sam accused, pointing a finger at Romi. "I told you to stay hidden longer, but you couldn't resist seeing her."

"Don't speak about her like that!" Rom's voice cracked with emotion.

"Or what?" Sam grabbed Rom's injured hand firmly. "You think you can challenge me? In your dreams."

A heavy silence settled in the room as Sam took a deep breath and retreated to his room. Before closing the door, he spoke calmly, "Just stay put in this house for a few days. I'll devise a plan to deal with them."

After Sam retreated to his room, the atmosphere in the luxurious living room remained tense. Romi, nursing his injured hand, stared at the shattered vase on the floor, his mind racing with thoughts of frustration and anger.

Meanwhile, Sam paced back and forth in his room, his mind consumed with finding a solution to the escalating situation. He knew that Rom's impulsive actions had only made things worse, and now they had to deal with the consequences.

As the evening descended, Romi and Sam found themselves in the dimly lit living room, the tension palpable in the air.

Romi broke the silence first, his voice heavy with frustration. "We can't let this slide, Sam. We need to do something."

Sam nodded solemnly, his expression reflecting a mix of concern and determination. "I know, but we can't rush into this. We need a plan."

"But how long are we going to wait?" Romi's impatience was evident.

Sam placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder. "As long as it takes to ensure we make the right move. We can't afford any more mistakes."

Romi sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Fine, but we need to act soon. We can't let them think they've won."

"We won't," Sam asserted firmly. "But we have to be strategic about this. We'll gather more intel, assess their strengths and weaknesses, and then strike when the time is right."

The brothers exchanged a determined look, silently resolving to bide their time and plan meticulously before making their next move. They knew that patience and careful planning would be their greatest assets in the days to come.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Malhotra mansion glowed with warmth and festivity. The ballroom, adorned with opulent decorations, was alive with the sound of laughter and music.

Amidst the splendor, Karan and Mrs. Misha Malhotra shared a tender dance. "You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," Karan whispered, his eyes sparkling.

Misha blushed, her heart fluttering. "Thank you, Karan," she replied softly, her gaze filled with love.

Their dance was a symphony of joy, surrounded by flickering candles and smiling faces. Guests marveled at the elegance of the evening, sharing heartfelt conversations and well-wishes.

In a quiet moment, Misha glanced at her family, her thoughts lingering on her mother. "I wish Mom could be here," she murmured to Karan, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Karan squeezed her hand gently. "She's with us in spirit, Misha. Tonight is about celebrating love and happiness."

Misha smiled, grateful for Karan's reassurance. The night continued in a whirlwind of happiness, creating cherished memories that would last a lifetime.

Rishabh, perched on the counter with a drink in hand, couldn't shake off his worries about the potential repercussions of Misha and Karan's union.

"Do you think Mahira and Romi will stay calm after hearing this?" Rishabh's voice cut through the lively chatter, his eyes fixed on the new couple as they danced.

Tanya, who had been enjoying the festivities and lost in thoughts of the charming young man she had met at the reception, was taken aback by Rishabh's sudden seriousness.

"Why are you letting those troubles cloud your mind on such a joyous occasion?" Tanya questioned, her brow furrowed in concern.

"It's not just about them. I don't want Misha and Karan to face unnecessary challenges right after their wedding," Rishabh explained, his gaze shifting between the dance floor and Tanya.

Tanya nodded in understanding. "I get it. But what can we do? Their families have a history, and Romi seems to have some unresolved issues. He's been fixated on Misha for a while now."

Rishabh raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tanya's observation. "You've been keeping an eye on Romi?"

Tanya shook her head quickly, a hint of defensiveness in her tone. "No, no, it's not like that. I'm just saying, I hope he doesn't do anything reckless or dangerous."

"Ah, I see," Rishabh said, nodding thoughtfully as he processed Tanya's words.

As the night progressed, the celebration at the Kapoor mansion reached its peak. The dance floor was a flurry of movement, with guests of all ages joining in the revelry. The live band played a mix of classic and contemporary tunes, keeping the energy high and the atmosphere vibrant.

Amidst the festivities, Karan and Misha found moments of quiet joy together. They stole glances and exchanged smiles, their love evident in every gesture and shared glance.

At one point, Karan led Misha to a quiet corner of the ballroom, away from the bustling crowd. "I have something for you," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Curious, Misha looked at him expectantly as he pulled out a small velvet box. Opening it, she gasped in delight as she beheld a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart.

"It's beautiful," Misha exclaimed, her eyes shining with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Karan."

Karan smiled, placing the necklace around her neck. "It's a symbol of my love for you, Misha. I promise to always cherish and protect you."

Their tender moment was interrupted by the sound of applause as guests gathered around to congratulate them on their marriage. The evening continued with heartfelt speeches, toasts, and joyful dancing, creating memories that would be cherished for years to come.

As the night drew to a close, Karan and Misha stole a quiet moment on the balcony, looking out at the starlit sky. "This has been the perfect day," Misha whispered, leaning into Karan's embrace.

Karan kissed her forehead gently. "And it's just the beginning, my love. Our journey together is filled with endless possibilities."

As Sahil stood in the hall, gazing out at the balcony where his sister and brother-in-law stood in blissful togetherness, tears streamed down his cheeks, unnoticed until Naina, sitting beside him with food on the table, sensed something amiss.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Naina's voice was filled with concern as she reached out for Sahil's hands, her eyes searching his for answers.

He took a deep breath, feeling a rush of emotions he had kept buried for so long. "She's been through so much in her life. You know what's the worst part?" Sahil's voice trembled as he began to share his deepest guilt.

Naina turned towards him, their eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding. Sahil and Naina had grown close after their families' meeting, despite attending the same school without ever crossing paths before.

"Naina, I thought she wasn't my Mish," Sahil confessed, his voice heavy with regret.

"What do you mean?" Naina's surprise was evident, as she had always seen Sahil's deep affection for his sister.

Sahil continued, revealing a painful truth. "I had two twin sisters. Prisha was the other one, and she wasn't the best sister to Mish. She used to trouble Mish at school and home, and Dad always favored Prisha while punishing Mish. I resented her for it."

"That's awful. Parents should love their children equally," Naina exclaimed, appalled by the injustice.

"They did love us equally, but circumstances were different back then," Sahil explained, hinting at a deeper family history.

As he continued, Sahil revealed a shocking revelation. "When one of my twin sisters passed away, I thought it was Mish who had died, and Prisha was the one with us."

Naina's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"

"I was deceived. Dad lied to me about it, and my worst regret is that I believed him and mistreated Mish," Sahil confessed, overcome with emotion as tears streamed down his face.

Naina was stunned by the revelation but chose to offer comfort without probing further. She looked at the couple on the balcony, silently praying that they would continue to find happiness and that no one would ever disrupt their love again.

As Sahil and Naina sat together, sharing a moment of vulnerability and understanding, Sahil's phone buzzed with a message notification. He glanced at the screen, his expression changing to one of concern as he read the message.

"It's from Dad," Sahil murmured, his brow furrowing as he quickly scanned the message.

Naina looked at him, curious. "What does it say?"

Sahil's voice was tense as he replied, "He's asking me to meet him outside the hall. Says it's urgent."

Naina could sense the unease in Sahil's demeanor. "Do you think it's about what you just told me?"

Sahil shrugged, uncertainty clouding his features. "I don't know. But I should find out."

With a nod from Naina, Sahil excused himself and made his way out of the bustling reception hall. The cool night air hit him as he stepped outside, his mind racing with thoughts about what his father might want to discuss.

He found his father waiting near the entrance, a serious expression on his face. "Sahil, I need to talk to you," his father began without preamble.

Sahil braced himself, unsure of what to expect. "What is it, Dad?"

His father took a deep breath before speaking. "I know you've had a lot on your mind lately, especially with everything that's happened. But there's something important I need to tell you."

Sahil's heart skipped a beat, anticipation tingling in the air. "What is it, Dad? You can tell me."

His father's gaze softened. "I've made some decisions regarding our family's future, and I want you to be a part of it."

Sahil's confusion deepened. "What decisions?"

His father smiled faintly. "I'll explain everything, but first, I want you to know that I'm proud of the person you've become. Despite the challenges we've faced, you've shown resilience and compassion."

Sahil felt a mix of emotions – curiosity, apprehension, and a glimmer of hope. "Thank you, Dad. I'm here for whatever you need to discuss."

As they walked away from the bustling reception, Sahil's mind buzzed with anticipation, wondering what his father's revelations would mean for their family's future.