Abhir's anxiety spiked as he listened to Ruhi's words, his mind racing with the weight of his mistakes.

 He knew that he had to act, to make amends with Abhira and repair the damage he had done.

 The thought of facing Abhira's hurt and anger was daunting, but Abhir steeled himself for the task ahead.

With a deep breath, Abhir squared his shoulders and said, "I'll go talk to her. I'll make sure she's okay." His voice was firm and resolute, but his heart was heavy with uncertainty.

As he turned to leave, a nagging doubt crept into his mind. "Mumma, will I fail you if Abhira doesn't forgive me?" 

he thought to himself, his heart racing with the fear of rejection. Abhir's eyes closed, and he took another deep breath, pushing aside his doubts and fears. 

He knew that he had to try, for Abhira's sake, and for his own. Abhir couldn't bear the thought of losing his sister's trust and love.

Abhir's eyes cast downward, filled with regret and remorse. He knew he had hurt Abhira, his own sister, the person he was supposed to protect and care for. 

The weight of his mistakes bore down on him like a physical force, making his chest heavy and his breath come in short gasps. 

He remembered the accusation, the hurtful words, and the pain he had caused Abhira. 

Abhir's mind replayed the memories of Abhira's tears, her shocked expression, and her desperate attempts to defend herself. 

He knew he had unjustly hurt her, and it was a wound that would take time to heal.

Abhir's voice cracked as he spoke the words, his eyes welling up with tears. "I lost Mumma, but it wasn't Abhira's fault!" he exclaimed, his chest heaving with emotion.

He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he remembered the way he had lashed out at Abhira, blaming her for the loss of their mother.

 Abhir knew it wasn't true, that Abhira had done everything she could to help, to support him and their family.

But in his grief and pain, Abhir had struck out at the one person who had been there for him, who had tried to hold him together when everything was falling apart. 

He had hurt Abhira, and now he didn't know if she would ever be able to forgive him.

Abhir's eyes dropped, shame and regret washing over him. "Abhira, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

 "I was wrong to blame you. You didn't deserve that. I'll do anything to make it right, to earn back your trust."

Abhir's eyes closed, and he felt a lump form in his throat as he remembered Abhira's words. "Aap mano yaa na mano hum bhai behen hai humare toh naam bhi milte hai!"

He recalled the way Abhira had smiled through her tears, her eyes shining with a mix of sadness and hope.

 The image of her face, etched with emotion, flashed before his eyes, and Abhir felt his heart ache with regret.

He remembered the way Abhira had reached out to him, trying to bridge the gap between them, and how he had pushed her away.

 Abhir's mind replayed the memories of their strained relationship, and he knew he had to make things right.

Abhir's eyes snapped shut, and he felt a searing pain in his chest as he recalled the hurtful words he had spoken to Abhira. "Tum meri behen nhi ho, nhi hun mein tumhara bhai!"

The memory of his words, laced with anger and resentment, echoed in his mind, and Abhir felt a wave of regret wash over him.

 He remembered the look of shock and hurt on Abhira's face, the tears that had welled up in her eyes, and the way she had crumbled under the weight of his rejection.

Abhir's mind replayed the scene, and he felt his heart heavy with guilt and shame. 

He knew he had crossed a line, that he had hurt Abhira in a way that would take a long time to heal.

 But he also knew that he had to try, to make amends, and to prove to Abhira that he loved and cherished her as his sister.

Abhir's eyes widened as he recalled Abhira's heartbreaking words.

 "I'm tired of trying to earn your love and acceptance. And now, I don't want to do it anymore." She had looked up at him, her eyes pleading, her voice trembling with emotion. 

"If you guys don't want me in your life, I won't stay. I'll leave, and I'll make sure you never have to see me again." Abhir felt a chill run down his spine as he remembered the desperation in Abhira's eyes, the resignation in her voice.

As Abhir knocked on her door, he called out softly, "Abhira, it's me!" There was a pause, and then the door creaked open. Abhira stood before him, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale and drawn.

As Abhir knocked on her door, he called out softly, "Abhira, it's me!" There was a pause, and then the door creaked open. Abhira stood before him, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale and drawn.

Abhir's heart sank as he took in her appearance, knowing that she had cried the whole night, her tears falling like rain as she mourned the pain he had caused her. 

Abhir's eyes dropped, and he felt a lump form in his throat. 

He knew that he had to find a way to heal the wounds he had inflicted on Abhira, to prove to her that he loved and accepted her for who she was.

 He knew that it wouldn't be easy, that it would take time, effort, and patience, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right. 

As Abhir reached out to grip Abhira's shoulder, a gesture of comfort and apology, she suddenly backed off, her eyes widening in a mix of fear and vulnerability. 

Abhir's hand hovered in mid-air, his fingers curled in a gentle grasp that was never completed. 

Abhira's retreat was like a punch to Abhir's gut, leaving him breathless and reeling.

 He felt a stinging sense of rejection, a painful reminder of the damage he had done to their relationship. Abhir's eyes dropped, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him.

He realized that his actions, his words, had broken the trust between them, had made Abhira feel unsafe and unloved. 

Abhir's heart ached with regret, and he knew that he had to earn back Abhira's trust, to prove to her that he was committed to healing their relationship and rebuilding their bond. 

Abhir took a step back, giving Abhira the space she needed, and looked at her with a deep sense of longing and apology.

 He hoped that she could see the sincerity in his eyes, that she could feel the depth of his regret and his commitment to making things right