Riddhima stepped into her room, the soft click of the door closing behind her echoing through the space. 

She walked over to her bed, her eyes fixed on Vansh's blazer, which lay draped across the bedspread. 

With a gentle touch, she picked it up, holding it close to her heart as if embracing a part of Vansh himself. 

As she stood there, the memories of their time together came flooding back. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she felt her knees buckle beneath her. 

She sank to the floor, the blazer still clutched tightly in her arms, and let out a heart-wrenching sob. 

"Vansh, you remember, today is our first wedding anniversary," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. 

"Today was the day I got a husband like you - loving and the best in every way. I wanted to be in your arms, sniffing all your love, being in your warm embrace... but look at my fate. Because of me, I lost you."

Riddhima's body shook with sobs as she poured out her heart, her words a mixture of grief, longing, and determination. 

"I need you, Vansh. I need you so badly. I'm tired, I'm tired of fighting all alone with that mother-son duo. I need you as my strength, I need you beside me, fighting with me to give justice to Uma Maa, Ragini, Siya... justice for every single pain this family suffered because of that Kabir and Anupriya."

With a newfound resolve, Riddhima's voice grew stronger, her words laced with a fierce determination. "But I promise to you, Vansh, even if you're not with me, I know that you're with me as my shadow. I will punish our culprits who separated us, who murdered Uma Maa, and tried to harm our little sister Siya. They will pay for every single thing they did to this family."

Riddhima's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as she spoke, her voice dripping with conviction. "Unko bhi mein aesi maut dungi jesi unhone Maa ko di. Woh bhi wese hi tadpenge jese Maa tadpi thi. They will endure the same pain." 

As she finished speaking, Riddhima's body relaxed, her sobs subsiding into gentle sniffles. She kissed Vansh's blazer, her lips brushing against the soft fabric. "Happy anniversary, love," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With the blazer still clutched tightly in her arms, Riddhima lay down on the floor, her head resting against the bedframe. 

She closed her eyes, letting the memories of Vansh wash over her, and slowly drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of her beloved husband's blazer.

Vansh's eyes shone with pride as he watched his wife, Riddhima, standing strong against all odds. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had been right about her all along.

 The innocent girl, who had been falsely accused of betraying him, had proven herself to be a shield of strength, protecting him and his family with unwavering loyalty. 

A wave of regret washed over Vansh as he realized that he had been on the verge of punishing Riddhima for a sin she had never committed. But now, his focus had shifted.

 His enemies, who had caused his love, his wife, and his sweetheart so much pain, would now face his wrath.

A fierce glint sparked in Vansh's eyes as he vowed to unleash the full fury of his Mafia persona upon his enemies.

 "I will be back soon, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "And then, I will make them go through the same pain our Maa and Siya had to endure. I will punish them with my bare hands."

Vansh's gaze softened as he looked at Riddhima's picture, his thumb caressing her face with a gentle touch. A warm smile spread across his face as he whispered, "Happy anniversary, love. I love you."

With Riddhima's picture tucked close to his heart, Vansh leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting shut as he let out a soft sigh. His head rested against the back of the chair, a peaceful smile still playing on his lips as he slipped into a well-deserved rest.

As Vansh slept, his mind was filled with visions of his enemies, their faces twisted in fear and pain. 

He saw himself, his eyes blazing with fury, his fists clenched and ready to strike. He saw Riddhima, her eyes shining with tears, her face etched with pain and suffering. 

But as the visions faded, Vansh's mind was filled with a sense of determination and purpose. He knew that he had to protect Riddhima, to keep her safe from those who sought to harm her.

 He knew that he had to make his enemies pay for what they had done, to make them suffer for their crimes. 

With a newfound sense of resolve, Vansh's eyes snapped open, his gaze burning with intensity. He sat up straight, his mind racing with plans and strategies. 

He knew that he had a long and difficult road ahead of him, but he was ready. He was ready to fight, to protect Riddhima, and to bring his enemies to justice. 

With a fierce glint in his eye, Vansh stood up, his tall frame towering over the room. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding with determination.

 He knew that he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to fight for what was rightfully his, and to protect the woman he loved. 

"I'm coming for you, Riddhima," Vansh whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I'm coming to protect you, to keep you safe. And I'm coming for our enemies, to make them pay for what they've done."

With a fierce determination burning in his heart, Vansh set out on his mission, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The next morning, Riddhima woke up early, feeling a sense of peace and calm wash over her. She decided to visit the nearby temple, seeking solace and guidance from the divine.

As she walked towards the temple, lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the group of goons lurking in the shadows. They had been sent by Kabir and Anupriya, determined to teach Riddhima a lesson for her defiance.

The goons surrounded Riddhima, their leering faces and menacing grins making her skin crawl. She tried to stand her ground, but they were too many, and she was alone.

Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure emerged from the crowd, sending the goons scattering. Riddhima's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of her rescuer - a tall, brooding figure with piercing eyes and chiseled features.

The stranger's eyes locked onto Riddhima's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Riddhima felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed a spark of recognition, a sense of familiarity that she couldn't quite explain.

The stranger's gaze never wavered as he reached out and gently took Riddhima's hand, leading her away from the scene. "You're safe now," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "I won't let anyone harm you."

Riddhima's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at her rescuer, her mind racing with questions. Who was this stranger? How did he know her? And why did she feel an inexplicable sense of trust and safety in his presence?

As the stranger removed the cloth that had been covering his face, Riddhima's eyes widened in shock. The familiar features, the piercing gaze, and the chiseled jawline all came together to form a face that she knew and loved.

"Vansh!" Riddhima whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body went limp as she fell into Vansh's arms, unconscious.