Abhir's eyes widened in shock as he pulled up to the grand entrance of Poddar Mansion. He had been so focused on getting Abhira to safety that he hadn't even thought about who might be waiting for her inside. And now, as he stepped out of the car and looked up at the mansion, he was met with a sight that made his blood boil. 

Manish Goenka, his mother's nanu, stood in the entrance of the mansion, a smug look on his face. Abhir's eyes narrowed as he felt a wave of anger wash over him. This was the man who had torn his family apart, who had accused his mother of a crime she didn't commit.

Abhir's eyes widened in shock as Abhira leapt out of the car and flung herself into the arms of the elderly Manish, crying "P nanu!" (maternal grandfather). Abhir felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his mind reeling as he struggled to process the revelation.

As Abhir watched Abhira hug Manish, he felt like he'd been transported back in time. Memories he thought were long buried came flooding back, like a dam had burst open.

Abhir's voice trembled as he asked, "How do you know him, Abhira?"She smiled warmly, "He's my par nanu, my mumma's nanu!"Abhir's curiosity deepened, "Who is your mumma?"

Abhira's response was like a thunderbolt, "Akshara Abhinav Sharma!"

Abhir's eyes widened in shock, his voice barely above a whisper, "Akshara..." He stumbled backward, his mind reeling from the revelation. 

Abhir's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Abhira, his mind reeling with the revelation. "Akshara...Abhinav...Sharma?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

He stumbled backward, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Akshara was his mother's name, the same mother who had been accused of killing her sister, Aarohi. 

Abhira's eyes sparkled with concern as she rushed to his side. "Abhir, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry.

But Abhir couldn't speak. He was too busy trying to process the connection between Abhira and his mother. The pain and grief he'd been carrying for so long came flooding back, and he couldn't help but let it consume him.

"where is she abhira?" Abhir asked 

Abhir's eyes widened in horror as he processed Abhira's words. "She's no more," she had said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Abhir felt like he'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of him. It was as if someone was stabbing him repeatedly, the pain searing through his chest.'

He stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on Abhira's face. "No," he whispered, his voice shaking with denial. "That can't be. I would have known. I would have felt it."

His body convulsed with each sob, as if the weight of his grief was crushing him. The sound of his own wailing was like a distant echo, a haunting reminder of the pain that had been festering inside him for so long. 

"Mumma...Mumma..." he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation, as if calling out to her could somehow bring her back. 

The tears flowed freely, streaming down his face like a river of sorrow, as he mourned the loss of the mother he had never known, and the life they could have shared.

Abhira's eyes searched Abhir's face, filled with concern. "What happened to you, Abhir? Why are you so shocked?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Abhir's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes blazing with a mix of emotions. "Haven't she ever told you that she had a son too, whom she thought was dead?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

Abhira's nod was almost imperceptible, but Abhir caught it. And in that moment, reality hit Abhira like a ton of bricks. Her eyes widened in stunned realization as the truth dawned on her.

She felt like she'd been living in a dream world, and suddenly, she was jolted awake. The room around her began to spin, and she felt like she was going to collapse.

Abhir's words echoed in her mind, "A son, whom she thought was dead." The implications were too enormous to comprehend. She stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on Abhir's face.

Abhira's arms wrapped around Abhir's waist, holding him in a tight, desperate hug. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her head in his chest, her body shaking with sobs.

Abhir's initial stiffness gave way to a warm, gentle embrace. He wrapped his arms around Abhira, holding her close as he stroked her hair, trying to comfort her.

The two of them stood there, locked in a tight, emotional hug, as the truth of their relationship sank in. They were siblings, connected by blood and a shared history, and in this moment, they were both trying to process the overwhelming emotions that came with this revelation.

"abhir!" Manish called out

Manish took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise at the venom in Abhir's gaze. "Abhir, beta," he said softly, trying to placate him. "I know you're upset, but please, let me explain..."

Abhir's eyes burned with a fierce resentment as he glared at Manish. His mind was a jumble of emotions, but one thought stood out above the rest: Manish was the one responsible for tearing his family apart.

Abhir's jaw clenched tighter, his teeth grinding together in anger. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Abhir's mind was flooded with memories of the past, memories he had tried to suppress for so long.

 He remembered the day his mother, Akshara, had been accused of murdering her own sister, Aarohi.

 He remembered the way Manish and his family had turned on his mother, the way they had cast her out of the house, branding her a murderer. 

Abhir's eyes blazed with anger as he recalled the injustice that had been done to his mother. 

He remembered the pain and the suffering she had endured, the way she had been torn away from him, her own son.

 And all because of a lie, a false accusation that had been perpetuated by Manish and his family. 

Abhir's fists clenched tighter, his jaw set in a fierce determination. He knew that he had to make things right, to clear his mother's name and bring justice to those who had wronged her. And he knew exactly where to start.

Abhir's gaze softened as he looked at Abhira, his sister, who was still clinging to him tightly.

 He felt a pang of sadness and regret as he thought about all the years they had lost, all the memories they could have made together as siblings.

He thought about how Abhira had grown up without a father's love, without a brother's protection and guidance.

 He thought about how she must have felt, being raised by a family that had wronged their own mother so deeply. 

Abhir's arms tightened around Abhira, holding her close as he made a silent promise to himself to make up for lost time, to be the brother he should have been all along.

 He would protect her, love her, and support her, no matter what.

Abhir's heart swelled with pride and admiration as he thought about his mother, Akshara. 

He thought about the incredible strength and resilience she had shown in raising Abhira as a single parent, despite all the challenges and hardships she had faced. 

He felt a deep sense of gratitude and respect for the woman who had sacrificed so much for her children. 

He thought about the values she had instilled in him, the love and support she had always provided, and the unwavering dedication she had shown to her family.

Abhir's eyes shone with tears as he felt a surge of pride and love for his mother. He felt honored to be called Akshara's son, to carry her name and her legacy.

 He knew that he had big shoes to fill, but he was determined to make her proud, to be the son she deserved.

Abhira's arms tightened around Abhir's waist as she felt a wave of emotion wash over her.

 She had always felt a void in her life, a sense of something missing. And now, in this moment, she knew that she had found a part of herself that she never knew was missing. 

Abhir's whispered promise sent shivers down her spine. She felt a sense of safety and security wash over her, knowing that she had a brother who would always be there for her.

"abhir beta!" Manish tried to touch him but he jerked off.

Abhir's eyes flashed with anger as he jerked away from Manish's outstretched hand. "Don't touch me," he spat, his voice venomous.

 "You have no right to call me 'beta' or to touch me. You're not my family. You're the one who destroyed my family." 

Abhir's chest heaved with emotion as he glared at Manish. He could feel his anger and hatred boiling over, threatening to spill out into violence. 

But he held himself back, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to contain his rage. 

Manish took a step back, his eyes widening in shock at Abhir's outburst. But Abhir didn't care. He was beyond caring about Manish's feelings or well-being.

 All he cared about was the truth, and making sure that those who had wronged his family paid for their sins.

"Why are you speaking to our grandfather like that, bhai?" Abhira asked, looking at Abhir with concern.

Abhir's expression turned bitter as he replied, "Abhira, this man doesn't deserve our respect. He's the one responsible for tearing our family apart, for causing our mother so much pain and suffering."

Abhira's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Abhir, then at Manish. She had never seen Abhir so angry, so full of hatred. 

She didn't know what to make of it, or how to react.But as Abhir's words sank in, she felt a spark of anger ignite within her.

 She thought about all the times she had wondered why her mother had been so sad, so broken. She thought about all the times she had felt like something was missing, like a part of her was gone.And now, she knew.

 It was because of Manish, because of his lies and his deceit. Abhira's eyes narrowed, her gaze cold and hard as she looked at Manish. 

"You're right, bhai," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "He doesn't deserve our respect. He's the one who hurt our mumma, who kept us apart."

"Billa boy!" Ruhi exclaimed, her eyes shining with affection as she gazed at Abhir.Abhir's eyes narrowed in surprise.

 "How do you know that name?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Ruhi's face broke into a warm smile. "I'm your Ruhi Chuhi," she said, her voice filled with a deep affection and familiarity.

Abhir's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Ruhi, his mind reeling with memories of their past. He remembered the countless hours they had spent together, playing and laughing as children.

 He remembered the way Ruhi's mother,  his Aarohi Massi, used to spoil him and Ruhi, treating them like her own children.

But then, everything had changed. Abhir's mother, Akshara, had been accused of killing Aarohi, and Ruhi had been taken away from him.

 Abhir had grown up believing that Ruhi had turned against him and his mother, that she had believed the lies about Akshara's guilt.

But now, as he looked into Ruhi's eyes, he saw something there that gave him hope. He saw a deep sadness, a longing for a connection that had been lost. 

And he knew, in that moment, that Ruhi was telling the truth. She was his Ruhi Chuhi, his childhood friend and companion.

 And she had been just as hurt and betrayed by the lies and deceit that had torn them apart.

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ok no hate comments for writing Akshara Abhinav sharma, I mean Obviously Abhira doesn't know about Abhimanyu, and just know about Abhinav.