Vidya's words cut deep into the air, her voice dripping with venom and malice. "Yeh aapka parivaar hai, Maa saa," she said, her finger pointing accusingly at Armaan and Abhira. 

"Aur yeh mera!" she added, intertwining her hands with Ruhi and Rohit, making it clear that she considered them her true family. 

The gesture was a stark contrast to the cold, hard stare she gave Kaveri, her eyes flashing with anger and resentment.

Kaveri's face turned red with rage, her eyes bulging with indignation. "Toh uthao apna parivaar aur niklo humare ghar se!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room like a thunderclap.

 The words hung in the air, a palpable challenge that seemed to shake the very foundations of their family dynamics. 

The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the people present, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. 

Vidya's eyes locked onto Kaveri's, a fierce determination burning within them.

 She knew that she had crossed a line, that she had finally found the courage to stand up for what she believed in.

 And as she looked at Ruhi and Rohit, she knew that she had made the right decision. 

They were her family now, and she would do whatever it took to protect them, to give them the love and happiness they deserved.

 The room seemed to fade away, leaving only Vidya, Ruhi, and Rohit, a trio bound together by their love and determination.

Armaan's eyes widened in shock and hurt as he stared at his mother, Vidya.

 The woman, who had nurtured him, who had loved him unconditionally, was now abandoning him. Choosing Ruhi and Rohit over him and Abhira. 

The pain and betrayal he felt were like a physical blow, leaving him breathless and reeling. He felt like he was losing his mother all over again, like he was reliving the pain of his childhood.

Abhira's hand found Armaan's, her fingers intertwining with his as she tried to offer him some comfort. But even her touch couldn't ease the ache in his heart.

Vidya's face remained stern, unyielding, as she stood with Ruhi and Rohit, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination.

 The message was clear: she had made her choice, and Armaan and Abhira were no longer part of her life. 

The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with tension and unspoken emotions. Armaan and Abhira stood frozen, their hearts heavy with pain and sorrow, as Vidya's rejection hung in the air like a challenge.

Time seemed to stand still, the only sound the heavy breathing of the people present.

 The silence was oppressive, a physical weight that pressed down on Armaan and Abhira, making it hard for them to breathe. 

Abhira's eyes widened in shock and denial as Vidya's words hung in the air like a challenge. "Iss ladki ki maa ne Ruhi ki maa ko maar dala tha!" The accusation was like a slap to Abhira's face, but she refused to accept it.

 She knew her mother, her mumma, and she knew that she couldn't do such a thing.

Abhira's mind reeled as she tried to process Vidya's words. She thought back to her childhood, to the stories her mother had told her, to the values she had instilled in her.

 Her mother was a kind and gentle soul, always putting others before herself. She couldn't have done something so heinous, so cruel. 

Armaan's hand found Abhira's, his eyes filled with concern and support.

 He could see the turmoil in her eyes, the conflict between her love and loyalty for her mother and the shocking accusation that had been made.

 He squeezed her hand gently, trying to offer her some comfort, some reassurance that everything would be okay.

But Abhira's eyes remained fixed on Vidya, her gaze burning with a fierce determination. She knew that she had to clear her mother's name, to prove that Vidya's accusations were false. 

She took a step forward, her voice steady and firm. "That's not true," she said, her eyes locked on Vidya's. "My mother would never do such a thing."

the pain of Vidya's words twisting in her heart like a knife.

 She had always known that Vidya didn't approve of her, but to hear her say such terrible things was like a blow to her very soul. 

She felt her eyes welling up with tears, her throat constricting with emotion.

The room fell silent as a voice echoed from the entrance, a voice that sent shockwaves through the assembled crowd. "Abhira ki maa ne nhi mara tha Ruhi ki mata shree ko," the voice said, its tone firm and authoritative.

Everyone's eyes turned towards the main gate, and they were shocked to see a man standing there, a man of almost 27 years. 

He was tall, with piercing eyes and a strong jawline. His hair was dark and messy, and he had a small scar above his left eyebrow.

The room was filled with confusion and curiosity. Who was this man? How did he know about Abhira's mother and Ruhi's mata shree? The questions hung in the air, but no one dared to ask them.

The room was electrified with tension as the stranger's words hung in the air. Vidya's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp with suspicion.

 "Who are you?" she demanded, her gaze raking over the stranger's face.

The stranger's eyes locked onto Vidya's, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "You don't know me," he said, his voice low and husky. 

"But Ruhi's Goenka family knows me to the best." The words were laced with a mix of anger, hurt, and hate, and the stranger's eyes flashed with intensity as he looked at Manish Goenka.

Manish's face paled, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at the stranger. For a moment, it seemed like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. 

Then, his expression changed, a mask of calmness slipping over his face. 

"Who are you?" Manish asked, his voice steady, but his eyes betraying a hint of unease.

The stranger's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. "You don't remember me, Manish Goenka?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"I'm surprised. I thought you would never forget the face of the person you... wronged." The words were laced with venom, and the stranger's eyes seemed to bore into Manish's very soul,\.