Ruhi isn't bad in this FF

As Abhir's words of comfort washed over her, Abhira's sobs slowly began to subside. 

She pulled back from Abhir's embrace, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

 She looked up at Abhir, her gaze searching for reassurance, for validation that she was a good mother, despite her deepest fears.

But despite Abhir's kind words, Abhira's heart still felt heavy with the weight of her secret. 

Daksh wasn't her biological child, and the guilt and shame of that truth threatened to consume her. She felt like she was living a lie, like she was pretending to be something she wasn't.

Abhira's eyes dropped, and she whispered, her voice barely audible, "But Daksh... he's not mine, Abhir Bhai. I'm not his real mother." 

The words felt like they were tearing her apart, like she was confessing to a crime she couldn't undo.

..........

Abhira's voice was barely audible, a whispered promise to her child. 

"I know you are my child, Daksh. Mumma will always take care of you, no matter what." She repeated the words to herself, a desperate attempt to cling to the truth. 

As she scanned the dark room, her eyes fell upon Ruhi and Rohit, sleeping peacefully on their bed. Abhira's heart ached with a mix of emotions - love, betrayal, and a deep sense of loss.

She felt like she was living in a nightmare, where nothing made sense and everything was turned upside down. 

The revelation about Daksh's true parentage had left her reeling, her mind struggling to process the truth. 

Abhira's gaze returned to Daksh, sleeping innocently in his bed. She felt a wave of protectiveness wash over her, a fierce determination to keep her child safe from the truth.

The darkness in the room seemed to be closing in around her, suffocating her. Abhira felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

Abhira's hands trembled with emotion as she gently picked up Daksh from his bed. She cradled him in her arms, her heart overflowing with love and protectiveness.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against Daksh's soft cheek. She kissed his face, her tears falling onto his skin. Daksh stirred in his sleep, his tiny hands wrapping around Abhira's finger.

Abhira's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at Daksh's peaceful face. She knew that she had to get out of there, to escape the suffocating darkness that threatened to consume her.

Without making a sound, Abhira moved out of the room, Daksh still clutched in her arms. She navigated the dark hallway, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she reached the front door, Abhira hesitated for a moment. She knew that once she stepped out of that door, there would be no turning back.

Abhira's voice was barely above a whisper, her words filled with conviction and emotion. "You are my son, Daksh. I know it, I can feel it. I don't believe what others say."

She held Daksh closer, her arms wrapping tightly around him. "You are my flesh and blood, my child. No one can ever take that away from me."

Abhira's eyes closed, her face buried in Daksh's hair. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her child. "I remember the day you were born, the first time I held you in my arms. I knew in that moment that you were mine."

Tears streamed down Abhira's face as she held Daksh close. "I don't care what anyone else says. You are my son, and I will always believe that."

With a deep breath, Abhira pushed open the door and slipped out into the night, Daksh still sleeping in her arms. 

The cool night air enveloped her, a sense of freedom and uncertainty washing over her.

Abhira felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that she had made the right decision, that she had chosen to believe in her heart rather than the words of others.

In that moment, Abhira knew that she would do anything to protect Daksh, to keep him safe from those who would seek to harm him. 

She was his mother, and she would fight to the end of the earth to defend him. 

Abhira's feet carried her forward, one step at a time, as she walked into the darkness with Daksh in her arms. 

Armaan's words continued to echo in her mind, each one a fresh blow to her already shattered heart. 

"Daksh is Ruhi and Rohit's child, Abhira. Our child was born still, Ruhi was in a coma, so I gave her child to you!" The words replayed in her mind like a cruel mantra, reminding her of the lie she had been living.

Daksh, still sleeping in her arms, was the only anchor that kept her grounded. 

She held him close, her arms wrapped tightly around him, as if she could physically hold onto the love and connection they shared. 

Abhira's heart wrestled with the moral implications of her actions. "Aren't you doing wrong by taking away Daksh from his mother, Ruhi?" her heart asked, the voice echoing with guilt and doubt.

But her brain countered, "No, she isn't his mother. I'm his mother. I've taken care of him, loved him, and nurtured him. I'm the one who has been there for him all these years."

Abhira's mind was a battlefield, with her heart and brain engaging in a fierce debate. She knew that she had to make a decision, but her emotions were pulling her in different directions.

But the voice in her heart persisted, "What about Ruhi? Doesn't she deserve to know her child? Doesn't she deserve to be a part of Daksh's life?"

Abhira's brain countered, "But what about me? Don't I deserve to keep the child I've loved and cared for all these days?" 

The debate raged on, with Abhira's heart and brain locked in a fierce struggle. She knew that she had to make a decision, but her emotions were pulling her in different directions, leaving her torn and uncertain.

And at last, her heart won. The battle between her emotions and her doubts had finally come to an end. Abhira's heart, once heavy with confusion and uncertainty, had emerged victorious.

With a sense of clarity and purpose, Abhira had made the difficult decision to return Daksh to his rightful mother, Ruhi.

 It was a choice that had required immense courage and selflessness, but ultimately, it was the right one.

As Abhira stepped into the Poddar mansion, the sound of Ruhi's anguished cries filled the air.

 The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, but the atmosphere was tense and emotional.

 Abhira's heart went out to the distraught mother, and she knew that she had made the right decision. 

She scanned the room, her eyes locking onto Armaan's guilty face. Abhir was also present, his eyes fixed on Abhira with a mix of emotions. 

Abhira's gaze swept past Armaan, her anger and hurt simmering just below the surface.

She ignored him and walked towards Ruhi, who was frantically searching for her child.

 Ruhi's eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her face was etched with worry and fear. Abhira's heart went out to her, and she knew that she had to make things right.

With a gentle smile, Abhira handed Daksh over to Ruhi. "I thought I would run away with Daksh and never return," Abhira said, her voice barely above a whisper.

 "But I couldn't bring myself to do it. He belongs with you, Ruhi."

Ruhi's eyes lit up with joy as she clasped her child tightly in her arms. Tears of happiness streamed down her face as she looked up at Abhira.

 "Thank you, Abhira," Ruhi said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for bringing my child back to me."

Abhira's heart swelled with emotion as she watched the reunion between Ruhi and Daksh.

 She knew that she had made the right decision, even if it meant confronting the painful truth about her own past.

"Take care of my Daksh, Ruhi," Abhira said, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed lovingly at Daksh.

With a gentle touch, Abhira caressed Daksh's small face, her fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks and chin. 

She planted a soft kiss on his tiny hand, her lips lingering on his skin for a moment. 

Abhira's eyes met Ruhi's, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound the soft sobbing of Abhira's tears.

Abhira knew that she would miss Daksh terribly, but she also knew that she had made the right decision.

 Daksh belonged with his real mother, and Abhira was grateful that she could give him back to Ruhi.

As she turned to leave, Abhir's eyes met hers, his expression a mix of understanding and concern. Abhira nodded slightly, acknowledging his unspoken question.

Abhira stood tall, her eyes locked onto Armaan's, her voice firm and resolute. "I want a divorce, Mr. Poddar," she said, her words dripping with a sense of finality and betrayal.

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft gasps of shock from the others. Armaan's face paled, his eyes widening in surprise and desperation. 

He took a step forward, his hands outstretched, but Abhira raised a hand, stopping him.

"Don't," she said, her voice cold and detached. "Don't try to justify or explain. You've broken my trust, Armaan. You've shattered the very foundation of our relationship."

Abhira's eyes flashed with anger and hurt, her voice trembling with emotion. "You lied to me, Armaan. You lied about our child, about Daksh's true identity. You took away my right to know the truth, to make my own decisions."

Armaan's face crumpled, his eyes filling with tears as he realized the gravity of his mistakes. He took a step back, his hands falling to his sides, as if defeated.

"I'm sorry, Abhira," Armaan whispered, his voice barely audible. "I was trying to protect you, to spare you the pain."

But Abhira just shook her head, her eyes empty of any emotion. "You weren't protecting me, Armaan. You were protecting yourself. You were protecting your own secrets and lies."

Abhira's voice was laced with venom, her words cutting deep into Armaan's soul. He flinched, his eyes dropping to the floor, as if unable to bear the weight of Abhira's anger.

"I want a divorce, Armaan," Abhira repeated, her voice firm and resolute. "I want to be free of you, of your lies and your deceit. I want to start anew, to find myself again."

Abhira's eyes locked onto Abhir's, a sense of determination and freedom flashing in her gaze. She walked towards him, her steps confident and purposeful.

Without a word, Abhira reached out and took Abhir's hand, her fingers intertwining with his. Abhir's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. 

"Let's go, bhai," Abhira said, her voice barely above a whisper. But there was a sense of resolve and conviction in her tone that brooked no argument.

Abhir's face softened, a gentle smile spreading across his features. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Abhira's face.

Together, they turned and walked away from the Poddar mansion, leaving behind the secrets, lies, and heartache. 

They stepped into a new dawn, one filled with hope, freedom, and the promise of a brighter future. 

As they walked, Abhira felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. She was finally free from the toxic web of Armaan's deceit and manipulation.

 She was free to be herself, to make her own choices, and to forge her own path.

Abhir's hand remained clasped in hers, a symbol of his unwavering support and loyalty. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, their bond stronger than ever.