Vansh's eyes were transfixed on Riddhima's face, his expression a mask of shock and regret. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He had never seen Riddhima like this before, her emotions raw and exposed. He realized that he had underestimated the depth of her pain, the severity of the wounds he had inflicted on her. Vansh's eyes dropped to the floor, his voice barely above a whisper. "Riddhima, I...I'm sorry. I was blind, I was stupid. I didn't realize what I was doing, what I was losing." He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Can you ever forgive me, Riddhima? Can you ever forget what I did to you?"

Vansh's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the empty space where Riddhima had been standing. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He stumbled forward, his arms outstretched as if trying to grasp something that was no longer there. "Riddhima!" he called out, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Riddhima, come back!" But there was no response. 

The room was silent, the only sound the echo of Vansh's own ragged breathing. He stumbled backwards, his eyes scanning the room frantically as if searching for some clue, some hint of where Riddhima had gone. But she was gone, vanished into thin air. Vansh's mind reeled with questions. What had just happened? Was Riddhima a ghost, a figment of his imagination? Or was something more sinister at play? He had no answers, only a deep sense of loss and longing. He collapsed onto the bed, his head in his hands, and let out a despairing cry. "Riddhima..."

 "No!" he screamed, his voice cracking with despair. Vansh's body shook with sobs as he knelt on the floor, his head in his hands. His screams had given way to anguished wails, his heart pouring out all the pain and grief he had been holding inside. The sound of his own cries was like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and gasping for air. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

 Riddhima's disappearance had left him shattered, his mind reeling with questions and doubts. Why had she come back, only to vanish again? Was she ever really there, or was it all just a product of his own fevered imagination? The not knowing was killing him, driving him to the edge of madness. Vansh's cries slowly subsided, replaced by ragged gasps for air. He remained on his knees, his head in his hands, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his emotional storm.

Vansh's words were barely audible, his voice shaking with sobs as he pleaded with Riddhima to return to him. He rocked back and forth on his knees, his hands clasped together in a desperate prayer. "Please, Riddhima...come back to me," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll do anything, just please don't leave me again. I love you, Riddhima...I'll always love you." Tears streamed down his face as he whispered her name, his heart breaking with every passing moment.

Vansh's eyes snapped up, his heart racing with excitement as he heard Riddhima's voice again. "Main toh tumhare hi andar hun Vansh, I'm your soul!" she whispered, her words sending shivers down his spine. But despite her words, she remained invisible, a ghostly presence that haunted him. Vansh's eyes scanned the room frantically, desperate to catch a glimpse of her. He stumbled to his feet, his arms outstretched as if to grasp something that was just out of reach. "Riddhima, please...show yourself to me," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "I need to see you, to touch you...to know that you're real."

Vansh's heart sank as he heard Riddhima's words, her voice barely above a whisper. "Shayad abb laut kar nhi aa paungi mein Vansh" - Maybe I won't be able to come back this time, Vansh. The finality in her tone was like a knife to his heart, and he felt his world crumbling around him. He stumbled forward, his arms outstretched in a desperate bid to reach out to her. "No, Riddhima! Don't say that! You can't leave me again!" he cried out, his voice hoarse with emotion. But there was only silence, and Vansh was left standing alone in the darkness, his heart shattered into a million pieces.

"i never wanted to leave you vansh, you were the one who pushed me to leave you!" Vansh's eyes widened in shock as Riddhima's words cut through the air, their sharp edges slicing deep into his soul. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He stumbled backwards, his eyes fixed on the empty space where Riddhima's voice seemed to come from. "No, Riddhima...that's not true," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "I loved you...I always loved you. I was blind, I was stupid...but I never meant to hurt you." He paused, his chest heaving with sobs. "You were my everything, Riddhima. My reason for living. And I threw it all away...I threw you away." Vansh's body shook with convulsive sobs, his heart heavy with regret and longing.

Vansh's eyes snapped up as Riddhima suddenly materialized in front of him. He felt like he was dreaming, like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Riddhima's eyes locked onto his, and he saw a deep sadness there, a sense of longing that mirrored his own. Without a word, she reached out and gently kissed his forehead. The touch of her lips was like a spark of electricity, sending shivers down his spine. And then, in a movement that seemed almost surreal, Riddhima joined their palms together, her fingers intertwining with his. Vansh felt a jolt of emotion as their hands touched, a sense of connection that went far beyond the physical. It was as if their very souls were touching, their hearts beating as one. He looked up at Riddhima, his eyes searching hers for answers. But all he saw was a deep love, a love that seemed to transcend time and space.

...........

Vansh slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. He looked down at his hands, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw that he was still clutching Riddhima's saree. It was a familiar feeling, one that had become a daily routine for him. He would often cuddle up with her clothes, her scent, her memories, just to feel close to her. But today, it felt different. Today, it felt like a cruel reminder of what he had lost. Vansh's eyes scanned the room, hoping against hope that Riddhima would be standing there, smiling at him. But she wasn't.

 The room was empty, and Vansh was left alone with only her saree to cling to. He buried his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply, trying to catch a whiff of her scent. But it was fading, just like his memories of her. Vansh's body shook with sobs as he realized that he might never see Riddhima again. The thought was unbearable, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair.

Vansh's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with determination. He was convinced that Aashna was indeed Riddhima, and that she was just punishing him for his past mistakes. He felt a surge of hope and desperation as he thought about how he could prove it. "Today, I'll make her remember," he thought to himself, a fierce glint in his eye. "I'll do whatever it takes to make her see that I'm telling the truth. That I love her, and that I'll do anything to make her happy." Vansh's jaw clenched in determination as he thought about the plan he would put into action. He would stop at nothing to prove to Aashna that she was indeed Riddhima, and that their love was still alive.

.......

"Why are you here again, i have already told you that i cant treat you?' aashna snapped when vansh entered in his cabin. Vansh's eyes locked onto Aashna's, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He walked into the cabin, his confident stride a stark contrast to the turmoil that was brewing inside him. "I'm not here for treatment, Doctor," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm here to make you remember."

 Aashna's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "Remember what?" she asked, her tone sharp. Vansh's smile grew, his eyes burning with intensity. "Us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Our love, our life...everything." Aashna's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. But then, her mask slipped back into place, and she looked at Vansh with a cold, detached gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice firm.

Aashna's eyes widened slightly as Vansh took another step closer, his eyes burning with an intense passion. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and her heart began to beat just a little bit faster. "Vansh, stop," she said, her voice firm, but with a hint of warning. But Vansh didn't stop. He kept moving closer, his eyes locked onto hers, until he was standing just inches away from her. Aashna could feel his warm breath on her skin, and her senses began to reel. She tried to step back, but her legs felt like lead, refusing to move. Vansh's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, searching for something, searching for someone. And Aashna felt like she was drowning in their depths.

Aashna's eyes fluttered closed, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel Vansh's warm breath on her skin, and his eyes seemed to be burning with an intense passion. She felt like she was melting into his gaze, like she was being pulled into a vortex of emotions. "Vansh," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Vansh didn't seem to hear her. He was too focused on his own emotions, too caught up in his own desire. "You are my Riddhima, right?" he repeated, his voice low and husky. Aashna's eyes snapped open, and she felt a jolt of electricity as she met Vansh's gaze. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. And then, in a movement that seemed almost involuntary, Aashna nodded. Just a slight movement of her head, but it was enough. Vansh's eyes seemed to blaze with triumph, and he leaned in closer, his lips inches from Aashna's.

Vansh stumbled backward, his eyes widening in surprise as Aashna pushed him away with a sudden burst of strength. He lost his balance and fell onto the nearby couch, his eyes never leaving Aashna's face. Aashna stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" she spat, her voice venomous. "I'm not Riddhima, I'm Aashna! And I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested!" Vansh's face fell, his eyes filling with a deep sadness.

Aashna's eyes widened in fear as Vansh's grip on her shoulder tightened. She tried to shake him off, but he held firm, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You are Riddhima, admit it!" he shouted again, his voice echoing through the room. Aashna felt a surge of adrenaline as she tried to break free from Vansh's grasp. She struggled and kicked, but he was too strong. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the pressure, Vansh's grip suddenly relaxed, and he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock. Aashna took advantage of the momentary distraction to break free and put some distance between them. She stood panting, her heart racing with fear, as she stared at Vansh with a mixture of anger and sadness. "Vansh, stop this," she said, her voice shaking. "I'm not Riddhima. I'm Aashna. And I don't know what kind of trauma you've been through, but you need to let go of the past and move on."

"she is not riddhima, mr, raisinghania,!" veer said entering inside, Vansh's eyes snapped towards Veer, a mixture of anger and frustration burning within him. "You don't understand, Veer," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "She is Riddhima. I know it. I can feel it." Veer's expression remained calm and composed, but his eyes held a hint of warning. "Mr. Raisinghania, I understand that you're going through a tough time, but you need to accept the truth. Aashna is not Riddhima. She's a different person, with a different past and a different identity." Vansh's face twisted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with a fierce denial. "No!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "I won't accept it! I know what I feel, and I know what I see. She is Riddhima, and I'll prove it to you, to her, and to the whole world!"

Aashna's eyes widened in shock as Veer's lips touched hers. She felt a jolt of surprise, and her mind went blank for a moment. Vansh's eyes, on the other hand, turned into a fiery blaze as he watched the scene unfold before him. His face twisted in a mixture of anger, jealousy, and heartbreak. "Veer, what are you doing?" Aashna asked, her voice shaking slightly as she pushed Veer away. Veer's expression was calm and collected, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of satisfaction. "I'm just proving a point, Aashna," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You're not Riddhima, and you're Aashna Raichand, Veer Agnihotri's fiance" 

Vansh's face turned white with rage, and he took a step forward, his fists clenched Veer's head snapped back as Vansh's fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock and pain. Aashna gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. "Vansh, no!" she cried, rushing to Veer's side. Veer's face was already starting to bruise, and he was clutching his jaw in pain. Aashna helped him to a chair, her eyes flashing with anger at Vansh. "How could you, Vansh?" she demanded. "Veer was just trying to help you, and you repay him by attacking him?" Vansh's chest was heaving with anger, his eyes still blazing with a fierce intensity. "He was trying to take you away from me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, Aashna. You're mine. Riddhima". "You'll never have her, Veer," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "She's mine."

Aashna's eyes met Vansh's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The tension between them was palpable, and the air was thick with unspoken emotions. Aashna's heart was racing, and she could feel Vansh's gaze burning into her skin. She tried to look away, but she couldn't. Vansh's eyes seemed to be holding her captive, drawing her in with an otherworldly pull. Veer, still nursing his injured jaw, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of concern and curiosity. He knew that Vansh was still convinced that Aashna was Riddhima, and he worried about what might happen next. But for now, he just sat back and watched, fascinated by the intense chemistry between Vansh and Aashna.