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AUTHOR'S POV :

The words still echoed in Shivansh's mind, an unrelenting storm that refused to pass.

"I don't love you, Shivansh. Just put that in your fucking head, I. LIKE. VEDANT. & I will be with him, do whatever you want."

Each syllable cut deeper than the last, her voice sharp and unforgiving. Shivansh stood there, rooted to the spot, his heart pounding so violently he feared it might shatter his ribcage.

He tried to focus on anything else-the way the sunlight filtered through the curtains, the distant hum of traffic-but all he could see was her face, twisted with an emotion he couldn't quite place. Disgust? Pity? Indifference? The uncertainty gnawed at him, making it hard to breathe.

His hands trembled as he reached for the nearest chair, sinking into it like a man drowning.

She had turned and left him there alone without looking back, leaving him in a silence so profound it was almost suffocating. He wanted to shout, to call her name, to beg her to come back and tell him it was all a mistake.

The room seemed colder now, the walls closing in around him. He buried his face in his hands, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. For the first time in years, he felt utterly lost, adrift in a sea of doubt and pain.

He didn't know how long he sat there, replaying the scene over and over in his mind.

"I don't love you, Shivansh. Just put that in your fucking head, I. LIKE. VEDANT. & I will be with him, do whatever you want."

"I don't love you, Shivansh. Just put that in your fucking head, I. LIKE. VEDANT. & I will be with him, do whatever you want."

"I don't love you, Shivansh. Just put that in your fucking head, I. LIKE. VEDANT. & I will be with him, do whatever you want."

He tried to cover his ears to stop her voice from replaying back in his head.

"Aaaghhhhhhhhh STOP IT," he screamed and stood up from the chair abruptly in anger, as the pain erupted from his chest, the words tearing through his mind like a relentless mantra.

He gripped the sides of his head, trying to drown out the echoes of her voice.

His breathing uneven, he was a beast now, all he wanted was to destroy everything in his surroundings.

He was severely hurt by Inayat's statement, her words piercing through his heart like jagged shards of glass.

He didn't care about anything else; all he felt was an overwhelming urge to release the torrent of pain and rage boiling within him. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, his vision blurred by a mix of anger and unshed tears.

Without thinking, he grabbed the nearest object-a heavy paperweight-and threw it across the room.

The glass of a window shattered on impact, the shards splintering into pieces that scattered across the floor.

The sound of the breaking glass was almost cathartic, a temporary relief from the suffocating silence that had enveloped him.

But it wasn't enough. The pain still raged inside him, demanding more destruction. He swept his arm across the desk, sending papers, books, and a lamp crashing to the ground.

Each item that hit the floor seemed to echo his own sense of brokenness, his world falling apart piece by piece.

He kicked over a chair, the force of his anger causing it to clatter noisily against the wooden floor.

Shivansh's hands shook as he picked up a vase and smashed it against the wall, watching the ceramic shards scatter like his shattered dreams.

Inayat's voice echoed in his mind, a relentless taunt that fueled his fury. He grabbed a stack of files and flung them into the air, their contents scattering like confetti at a celebration long forgotten.

The mess around him mirrored the chaos within, a physical manifestation of his emotional turmoil.

Breathing heavily, Shivansh paused, his eyes wild and unfocused. The room was a wreck, objects strewn about in disarray.

The destruction provided a brief, bitter satisfaction, but it did nothing to numb the ache in his heart.

He sank to the floor, his energy spent, and buried his face in his hands. The reality of Inayat's words settled over him like a dark cloud, the weight of her rejection pressing down on his soul.

The pain was unbearable, a relentless reminder of what he had lost.

For a moment, he allowed himself to feel the full depth of his sorrow, the tears finally breaking free and streaming down his face.

He was alone, surrounded by the remnants of his outburst, each broken piece a testament to his shattered heart.

After his breakdown, he sat on the floor, feeling nothing. He was numb, lost in a haze of emptiness.

The room around him faded away, leaving only her words echoing in his mind and a heavy silence pressing on his chest.

Time passed slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. After what seemed like hours, he heard a soft, familiar giggle and a deep laugh.

These sounds broke through his foggy thoughts and pulled him back to reality, no matter how much he wanted to escape.

Using all the strength he had left, he forced himself to stand. Each movement was hard, as if his pain was trying to drag him back down.

Step by step, he made his way out of the cabin, his heart pounding and feeling raw.

Outside, he was met with a cruel sight. Bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, he saw Inayat with Vedant and their hands intertwined together.

Inayat looked so happy, her eyes sparkling as she laughed with him. The sight of her, so carefree in someone else's existence rather than his, felt like a knife to his already wounded heart.

Every detail stuck in his mind-the way she looked at Vedant, the ease of their closeness, the bond they shared.

It was a painful reminder of everything he had lost, of the love that had slipped through his fingers, leaving Shivamsh with only the broken pieces of his heart.

The pain was unbearable, a burning ache that made it hard to breathe again. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision, but he couldn't look away.

He was stuck, forced to face the reality of his loneliness and his failure to keep the one person who meant everything to him.

He just stood there with a heavy heart, tears in his bloodshot eyes, staring at the heartbreaking scene before him until the two figures disappeared from his sight.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, he left the building mindlessly, not thinking twice about where he was going.

Shivansh's soul ached with such unbearable pain that he was desperate for any escape. After countless hours wandering the desolate streets, he found himself standing before a bar.

Overwhelmed by the raw, immediate agony he felt, the torment inside pushed him towards the darkness he had long left behind.

With a heavy heart, he resolved to drown his sorrows in the familiar darkness, hoping to numb the anguish that consumed him.

As Shivansh entered the bar, the cacophony of loud music and boisterous chatter enveloped him, but he paid no attention.

He approached the counter with a determined stride and demanded the strongest alcohol from the bartender, instructing him to keep the drinks coming until he said otherwise.

With the first drink in hand, Shivansh stared at it with intense loathing. He twirled the glass between his fingers, memories flooding back of the darkness he once escaped, only to find himself here again.

Inayat's voice echoed in his mind, the haunting vision of her and Vedant laughing, their fingers intertwined, inflaming his anger further.

He downed the drink in one swift gulp, feeling the searing burn as the liquid coursed down his throat.

After a few drinks, Shivansh was waiting for another when he was interrupted.

"Hey, handsome," came a female voice from his left. Shivansh ignored her, but she persisted, trying her best to start a conversation and seduce him. Uninterested, he continued with his drink.

When the woman touched him, his anger flared. He lost the last ounce of patience. Jerking her hand off his arm, he screamed for the manager. When the manager arrived, Shivansh demanded the entire bar be cleared until he chose to leave.

The manager complied, and soon the bar was empty, mirroring Shivansh's soul. He was left alone with his hurt, anger, and inner turmoil.

Shivansh ignored every call and message that came through, focusing solely on his drinks. His phone buzzed and beeped, but he remained indifferent, drowning his thoughts in alcohol.

Each ring seemed more insistent than the last, yet he dismissed them all, preferring the numbness of his intoxication over the reality waiting on the other end of the line.

As the night wore on and the alcohol clouded his senses, one call refused to be ignored. The phone rang incessantly, the sound cutting through the haze of his drunken state. Annoyed, Shivansh finally picked up, slurring a half-hearted greeting.

A female voice, familiar and urgent, reached his ears.

She was speaking rapidly, her words tumbling over each other as she told him about Vikrant's return to India and the havoc it threatened to unleash on their lives.

She sounded anxious, desperate for him to understand the gravity of the situation.

But Shivansh was too far gone. The alcohol had dulled his ability to comprehend, and her words felt like a distant, incoherent murmur.

He tried to focus, but the room was spinning, and his mind was a foggy mess. With a heavy sigh, he managed to utter an "okay," barely processing what she had said before ending the call.

He stared at his phone for a moment, his thoughts sluggish and disconnected. The news should have alarmed him, but in his drunken stupor, it barely registered. All he felt was a deep, aching void, a chasm of pain and anger that the alcohol could not fill.

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ADVAY'S POV :

I paced the length of the living room, clutching my phone tightly in my hand. The screen showed numerous missed calls and unanswered messages, all to the same person-Shivansh bhai.

Each attempt to reach him had been met with silence, and my worry was turning into panic.

"Why isn't he picking up?" I muttered under my breath, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. The tension in the air was palpable.

I couldn't sit still, every fiber of my being urging me to find my brother.

I tried to search every place I knew bhai might be but I couldn't find him. The uncertainty was eating me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

I came back home because Ahana, Advik, and Advit were panicking. Aryan Bhai was out searching for Shivansh bhai. It's been six hours, and we're all here, worried sick about him.

We gathered in the living room, waiting for any news about Shivansh Bhai. Frustrated, I sank onto the couch, resting my elbows on my thighs and lowering my head into my hands. My head was pounding.

Then, I felt a soft and soothing touch on my shoulder, calming my rage. I looked up and saw Rhea standing behind me.

"Advay, calm down. Shivansh will be fine. Aryan Bhai will bring him back soon,"

she said, trying to console me with her words and a faint smile. She started to massage my shoulders, and I felt a bit more relaxed under her touch.

And then we heard the sound of an engine and brakes. We exchanged glances and ran towards the door, only to witness something unbelievable. I was in utter disbelief seeing the scene in front of me.

Aryan Bhai was carrying Shivansh Bhai, who was so drunk, his state was terrible-eyes swollen, bloodshot, disheveled hair. He was vulnerable, unable to stand or walk on his own. I rushed towards them, approaching from the other side to support him.

Aryan Bhai and I managed to carry him to the couch and helped him sit down. Rhea rushed and brought a glass of water for Shivansh Bhai.

I took the glass from her and offered it to him, but he initially refused. As I tried, he jerked my hand away, causing the glass to slip from my grip and shatter loudly on the ground.

The room filled with gasps. The children looked at Bhai in disbelief because he had never behaved like this before.

"It's okay, I'll clean it," Rhea rushed to pick up the shattered glass, but I stopped her, instructing her to ask the servants to handle it.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Shivansh!?" Aryan Bhai exclaimed.

He continued, "Yeh kyaaa halat bana li hai tune apni?? Hm??? Kya hua hai tujhe??" ( What have you done to yourself? What happened to you?)

He remained silent. I reassured the kids that we would manage the situation, telling them not to worry and to go back to their rooms and sleep.

Ahana, however, stood stubbornly, insisting on knowing why Bhai was in this state. The twins, influenced by Ahana's protest, also remained defiant.

I let them be, knowing that Bhai was the center of attention right now. I knelt in front of him and asked softly.

"Bhaii, kya hua hai? You've left drinking years ago, phir yeh achanak se kyu?" (Bhai what happened? You've left drinking years ago, then why now?)

He stood up, and so did I. Suddenly, he hugged me and began pleading and sobbing, "Advay... Inayat... Inayat chose vednat... She told me that she hates me and likes vedant... Maine bahut badi galti kar di Advay. I lost her... Maine kho diya usey... Maine kho diya usey." He sobbed, breaking the hug, cupping my face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

(Advay... Inayat... Inayat chose Vedant... She told me that she hates me and likes Vedant... I made a big mistake, Advay. I lost her... I lost her... I lost her.)

He sniffed and continued, "Advay, please make her understand. I accept that I made mistakes. And I deserve to be punished for them, but not by losing her like this, Advay... I love her so much, I'll die without her. How can I make everything right?"

When he didn't get any answers from me, He turned to Aryan Bhai and held onto him. Aryan Bhai helped him stand properly, and Shivansh Bhai continued pleading, "Aryan, woh tujhe bhai maanti hai na? Tu usey samjha na, main woh galati dobara nahi karunga. Usey bol na woh mere paas aa jaaye. Main bahut pyaar karta hoon ussey, bahut zyada. Main nahi jee paunga uske bina. Please, I beg you, usey leke aa na, Aryan."

(Aryan, she considers you her brother, right? Please make her understand. I won't make that mistake again. Tell her to come back to me. I love her so much, more than anything. I can't live without her. Please, I beg you, bring her back, Aryan.)

Even Aryan Bhai couldn't believe what Shivansh Bhai was saying. Aryan Bhai exchanged a glance with me; we were both in disbelief, never having seen this side of Shivansh Bhai.

"Tum log kuch bol kyu nahi rahe ho!? Jao uske paas, usey kaho mujhe chhod ke na jaaye,"(Why you people are not saying anything? Go to her and tell her to come to me.)

Shivansh Bhai screamed in frustration as we remained silent. Then he noticed Rhea and tried to walk towards her, kneeling in front of her.

She instantly held him by the shoulders, making him stand. Tears streamed down her eyes too.

"Rhea, she is your best friend, right? Woh tumhari har baat maanti hai na? Ussey tum samjhaogi na toh woh samajh jayegi, please Rhea," (She listens to everything you say, right? If you explain it to her, she'll understand. Please, Rhea) he joined his hands and pleaded with her, but she stopped him from doing so.

"I will talk to her, Shivansh. Don't plead like this, please," Rhea comforted him.

He collapsed to his knees, urging us to make Inayat understand and come back to him.

The children and Rhea approached him, trying to console him and make him understand. Meanwhile, I stood rooted, looking at my broken brother.

He had never appeared this shattered and helpless before, needing to plead with someone for help. Aryan Bhai approached me and instructed me to take him to his room and help him sleep.

I nodded, and we both helped Shivansh bhai to his room. On the way, he kept murmuring, begging us to bring Inayat back. He loves her so much and says he can't live without her.

Aryan bhai, while carrying him to his bed, tried to reassure him,

"Ha Shivansh, we'll talk to her, right now just take some rest and sleep, okay?"

Shivansh bhai shook his head, refusing to calm down, and kept repeating his plea. Aryan bhai sighed and sat beside him,

"Shivansh, I promise main ussey baat karunga, now please sleep." (I promise I will talk to her)

But Shivansh bhai didn't listen and kept saying the same thing. After some time, his murmurs started getting slower, and he eventually fell asleep.

Aryan bhai patted my shoulder, "Let's go." I nodded and followed Aryan bhai to the living room, where Rhea was trying to console Ahana, who was visibly tense, and the twins were seated beside them.

Everyone was waiting for us to come.

Aryan bhai sternly ordered them,

"Ahana and you two, get back to your rooms and sleep. We'll handle everything, okay? You don't have to worry about anything."

Ahana stood up and glared at him, "Aryan, he is my brother. How can you ask me not to worry and-"

"Ahana, for God's sake, when I am telling you, we'll handle everything, keep your stubbornness aside and please go to sleep," Aryan bhai cut her off in frustration and ordered her.

She nodded, took the twins with her, and went back to their rooms.

Aryan bhai sighed and turned to Rhea and me, saying, "Advay and Rhea, please talk this out with Inayat, and when he wakes up, inform me. I'll talk to him, okay?"

I nodded, and Rhea said 'okay' in a small voice.

Aryan bhai left. I sat on the couch, and let out a sigh of relief, then felt Rhea sit beside me. She kept her hands over mine,

"Hum dono kal Inu se baat karengey, okay? Don't stress yourself so much. I don't know what's wrong with her, but I'll make her understand. Hm?"( We both will talk to her tomorrow okay?)

I hummed and nodded, and we got back to our rooms.

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AUTHOR'S POV :

NEXT DAY:

In the cabin, Advay waited for Rhea and Inayat. Rhea had told him to wait there while she brought Inayat along.

After a few moments, a knock sounded at the door. He called out, "Come in," and watched as Rhea and Inayat entered.

"Hello Bhaiya, you wanted to talk about something??" Inayat asked Advay.

"Yes, Inayat, I wanted to request you." Advay replied.

"Request???" Inayat asked, curiosity mixed with skepticism.

Advay took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with Rhea, and said, "Inayat, Bhai has realized his mistake and he feels deeply guilty. Please, give him one chance. You've loved him for so many years; how can you end it so easily?

Otherwise, he'll fall back into his darkest phase. Don't let him go there again. Don't leave him. He really loves you."

Inayat stood there, absorbing Advay's plea. As he paused, hoping she would understand, she looked at him in disbelief and began, "Bhaiya, you were not there when he slapped me. You were not there when I felt the disrespect he gave me.

Aapne woh sab face nahi kiya jo maine kiya, so you can't tell me ki mujhe kya karna chahiye."( You have not faced what I have faced. So you can't tell me what to do.)

"Inayat!?" exclaimed Rhea, shocked by Inayat's response. She couldn't believe Inayat would speak to Advay in such a manner.

As Inayat was about to respond to Rhea, Advay cut her off, his frustration evident, "I know, Inayat, I didn't face what you did, but you can't make Bhai suffer like this. Sabko ek chance toh milna chahiye na unki galtiyon ke liye? At least give him one chance."

(Everyone deserves a chance for their mistakes, right? At least give him one chance.)

Inayat remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Advay, already frustrated and now enraged by Inayat's silence, warned her, "Fine, Inayat, do whatever you want. But if anything happens to my brother, the one responsible for his condition will be you."

With that, he stormed out, rage and fury evident in his steps. The door closed with a loud slam behind him.

Rhea, who had been beside Inayat, now stood in front of her, boiling with rage but trying to calm herself. Softly, she tried to make Inayat understand, "Inayat, maine kal kitna samjhaya tha na tujhe? You're doing wrong with Shivansh and Vedant both. You're ruining three lives and futures."

( Inayat I had made you understand yesterday right?)

Inayat, frustrated by the reactions she was getting, snapped, "I am not ruining anyone's life or future, Rhea. I just don't want to be with Shivansh. Why can't you guys get it? I am moving on with Vedant, and what's wrong with that?"

"For God's sake, Inayat, can't you see everything is wrong with it? You're using Vedant to move on, which isn't going to work, because you still love Shivansh.

I am your best friend, Inayat. I know you better than anyone here.

Apni zidd chhod, Inu, aur Shivansh se baat karke sab sort kar le. Abhi bhi zyada kuch bigda nahi hai."(Let go of your stubbornness, Inu, and talk to Shivansh to sort everything out. Not much is ruined yet.)

"Rhea, I am not going to talk to Shivansh, nor am I getting back with him. Everything is over between us," Inayat replied abruptly, frustration lacing her words.

Rhea struggled to keep calm but was losing the battle. "Tu woh Inayat hai hi nahi jisey main jaanti thi. Pata nahi tujhe kya ho gaya hai."(You're not the Inayat I used to know. I don't know what's happened to you.)

"I just hope you'll soon get over your 'moving on' game and realize that whatever you're doing is wrong and will ruin your lives."

Rhea left the cabin in anger, leaving Inayat alone with her thoughts.

Inayat tried to comprehend and understand what Advay and Rhea were trying to explain, but she remained stubborn in her decision and went back to her work.

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ADVAY'S POV:

It's been two days. Two agonizing, endless days since Shivansh bhai locked himself in his room.

He hasn't spoken to anyone, and he barely touches his food. It's like he's trapped in a storm of his own making, and we're all helpless on the outside, watching him suffer.

I haven't spoken to Inayat since that day. She hasn't reached out either. I thought I could make her understand, but the way she responded was so unlike her.

Her words were harsh, cutting deeper than I expected. It felt like a betrayal from someone who was always understanding, always kind.

Everything's a mess. The tension is suffocating. We're all gathered in the hall, trying to think every possible way to make Shivansh bhaii feel okay, but it's like grasping at smoke.

My thoughts are a tangled web of worry and frustration. How can I fix this? How can any of us fix this?

The sudden ring of the doorbell jolts me from my thoughts. Who could it be at this late hour? I walk to the door, my mind racing through possibilities, each more unlikely than the last.

When I open the door, I'm stunned. Standing there, looking as unexpected as a bolt of lightning on a clear day, is the last person I expected to see.

I can hardly believe my eyes.

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