I usually get around 2k reads, but only around 400 votes, so I'm setting a target. If I get more than 800 votes and 100 comments, I will upload the chapter on Thursday or else on Saturday. Pleaaasssssseeeeeee....Setting a target also pushes me to write and deliver on time; otherwise, I tend to slack off. So, it's up to you guys when you want the update.

And from next chapter lots of romance scenes will also be there between both of them and I am also excited for uploading that. Hehehehe... So depends on you people how quickly you complete the target. And also check my insta account for spoilers.

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And to those who feel that Shivansh is wrong or that Inayat is wrong, I just want to say that everyone deserves a second chance, right? And Shivansh was regretting his actions so much. None of my characters are like Sati Savitri; everyone has made their share of mistakes—whether it's Shivansh, Inayat, or Advay when he was blaming Inayat and asking her to forgive Shivansh, or Rhea when she was overreacting in certain situations etc.  But I am trying to develop their characters, so I just hope you accept them and don't hate any of the characters.

I hope you will like the chapter. Do give your comments, I love them. ❤️❤️

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SHIVANSH'S POV :

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, piece by piece, as I found myself begging, pleading with anyone who would listen—anyone who could bring her back. My Inayat.

The one person who turned my world from a dull grey into a spectrum of colours I never knew existed. The one person who made me believe in love, who made life worth living. But she was gone.

The emptiness she left behind was unbearable, like a black hole that consumed every last piece of hope within me.

I crumbled, falling to the floor in utter defeat. The tears I had held back for so long finally broke free, streaming down my face as I surrendered to the emptiness of hopelessness.

I had lost her. The one person who made me feel alive. My world, my everything—gone.

But then, in the midst of my darkest hour, I heard it. A voice so soft, so familiar, it was like the sweetest melody I had ever known.

"Shivansh..." she whispered, her voice like a lifeline pulling me out of the chaos. My breath catching in my throat as I dared to believe what I was hearing.

I looked up, and there she was. My Inayat. My ray of hope. She was standing there, real. She had come back to me.

My heart, which had been shattered into a thousand pieces, began to mend itself with every beat. The pain, the fear, the hopelessness—they all melted away the moment I saw her.

She knelt down in front of me, her eyes filled with the same love and longing that had kept me alive all this time. Without a second thought, I threw my arms around her, pulling her into the tightest embrace.

I needed to feel her, to know that she was really there, that she wasn't some cruel illusion. Her warmth, her scent, the way her body fit perfectly against mine—it was all real, and it was all I needed to breathe again.

"Inayat," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion. "You came back to me."

Her fingers traced soothing circles on my back as she held me close. "I could never leave you, Ansh."

Her words were like a balm to my wounded soul, healing the deepest scars that losing her had left behind.

I tightened my hold on her, as if afraid that she might slip away again, but she was here, in my arms, and I wasn't going to let her go. Not now. Not ever.

We pulled back and I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as we stayed wrapped in each other's arms.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. We were together, and that was all I needed to know that everything would be alright.

The moment she was in my arms, everything else faded away. The world around me disappeared—my wounds, the pain, the stabs that had torn into me—it all became a distant memory.

I was lost in her touch, the warmth of her body, her breath brushing against my face. Everything about her was intoxicating, pulling me deeper into a world where only she existed.

But then, reality crashed back in. A voice, panicked and urgent, cut through the haze. "Shivansh!" It was Aryan.

I could hear the fear in his voice as he called my name. "You're bleeding!"

Inayat's hold on me started to weaken as she backed off from the hug. Her hands, which had been gently stroking my back to calm me, were now stained with my blood.

When she brought her trembling hands in front of her, her eyes widened with shock and panic.

Suddenly, I missed the warmth of her touch. Maybe I was overreacting, maybe it was just the intensity of the moment, but the sudden loss of contact made me crave it even more.

After being away from her for so long, I couldn't bear the distance. I grabbed her hand urgently, and she looked at me, understanding exactly what was going through my mind.

"I'm not going anywhere, don't worry," she whispered, placing her hands on mine, her voice filled with reassurance.

"Okay, lovebirds, we need to rush to the hospital before this gets any worse, okay? Now get up, Shivansh," Aryan teased, as usual playing the "kabab mei haddi" role.

Everyone was ready to take me to the hospital, but I wasn't. The thought of Ina leaving me again terrified me. I wanted her close. "I'm not going to the hospital," I stated firmly.

"Toh phir kaha jaayega? Jahannum mei? Pariyan aayengi tujhe medication dene aur yeh bleeding rokne?" (So where will you go? To hell? Will fairies come to give you medication and stop this bleeding?)

Aryan shot back sarcastically, though the panic in his voice was clear as he drove.

"Pariyan jannat mei hoti hain, jahannum mei shaitan hote hain,"(Fairies are in heaven, in hell there are devils.) Rhea corrected him, as Inayat and Advay glared at her.

"For God's sake, you both, kabhi toh serious ho jaao. Shivansh hospital jaana padega," (For God's sake, you both, be serious for once. Shivansh needs to go to the hospital.) Inayat scolded Rhea and Aryan, then turned to me, pleading.

I shook my head like a stubborn child. I swear, with her, I'm someone else entirely. The Shivansh Kapoor, CEO of a globally renowned company, forgets everything when he's with Inayat.

Near her, I forget that I'm a full-grown man.

"Fine, you 30-year-old kid. We're not going to the hospital," Aryan grumbled.

"Advay, arrange everything at Ashiyana," he added, his tone serious despite the tension in the car.

Advay nodded without hesitation, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary calls.

He knew the drill, and within moments, he was coordinating with the staff to ensure everything would be ready by the time we arrived.

"I'm not 30, I'm 27," I corrected him.

Aryan scoffed, "You're eventually 30," he shot back.

"You—" I started, but Inayat cut me off with a sharp glare and shouted, "Enough, you both! Aryan bhai, please drive fast."

"Inu, agar isse zyada speed huyi, hum sab bhi isske saath admit ho jaayenge. I've already broken so many traffic rules," (Inu, if we go any faster, we'll all end up in the hospital with him. I've already broken so many traffic rules.) Aryan replied calmly, managing to smile despite the situation.

he is so sweet with her. Huh!

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INAYAT'S POV:

My heart was sinking with worry because of his bleeding, but this man—his stubborn self—wasn't ready to get treatment at the hospital. Advay bhai had arranged everything, and even in this serious situation, Shivansh was fighting with Aryan bhai because Aryan bhai guessed his age wrong. They bickered like cat and mouse the entire way to Ashiyana.

As soon as we arrived, I saw an ambulance and all the arrangements in place. Advay bhai and Aryan bhai helped him to his room, where the doctors did their check-ups while we all waited outside for updates.

I turned to Rhea to ask how this had happened, but she avoided me and walked away. Oh! I forgot what I did.

"Rhea?" I called her name softly.

"What?" she snapped, making me flinch. I'm scared of her anger. She's been my best friend, mother, sister—my only family. And yes, I wronged her.

I gulped, my eyes welling up with tears. But I summoned my courage and, in a breaking voice, apologized, "I'm sorry." It came out raspy, and a tear fell from my eyes.

She took a deep breath and then pulled me into her arms. 

"Inu, you did wrong to me. You were going to leave without telling me? How could you? Didn't I mean anything to you? It hurts, thinking I'm not important to you." Even her voice sounded strained.

"You are important to me. You're my only family. I wasn't in my right mind. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I sobbed in her arms.

"Okay, my two innocent ladies, enough of the crying. Inu is back, everything will get back to normal, okay? Now focus on this grumpy old man," Aryan bhai said, making us chuckle and stop crying.

As we composed ourselves, Shivansh's family arrived. I stepped back, knowing they all hate me and don't want to see my face.

"You're still here? Tum toh chali gayi thi na, wapas kyu aayi?" (When you had left then why did you came back?) Shivansh's mother shouted at me. Aryan bhai and Rhea quickly moved to shield me.

"Aunty, calm down," Aryan bhai pleaded.

"Aryan? Calm down? You're telling her to calm down? After knowing what she did to my brother? She even left him, toh wapas kyu aa gayi yeh?" ( Then why did she came back?) Ahana retorted, her words cutting deep.

"Ahana, now she is back only for your brother because she loves him and your brother loves her too, stop interfering, you're a kid, stay out of it and take the twins with you. Don't worry, I'll handle everything," he stated sternly.

The way he commanded her was terrifying. She didn't argue, just shot him a sharp glare before leaving with the twins.

Aryan bhai leaned in and whispered to Rhea, "I can't tolerate this any longer; my patience is wearing thin. Handle everything." She nodded and went inside Shivansh's room.

After a while, the doctors came out and updated us. They said that because of running, his wounds had been stressed, causing the stitches to open up again.

They bandaged him up and instructed us to take care of him and avoid stressing the wounds.

Guilt consumed me. This was all because of me. He ran after me when he found out I was leaving. God, I'm so sorry.

Without thinking twice, I rushed inside and saw him lying there, with Aryan bhai standing beside him, rubbing his temple.

When Shivansh saw me, he let out a deep sigh of relief and smiled at me. Aryan bhai walked towards me, his back to Shivansh.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Never try to leave him again. He's crazy for you—marr jaayega tumhare bina." ( He will die without you) It's the first time Aryan bhai is taking his side and asking me not to leave him.

I looked at him with teary eyes, and he just smiled and left.

Leave? I'll choose to die rather than leaving him.

"What happened, Ina? Is everything okay, baby?" Shivansh asked in a small, hushed whisper, concern evident on his face.

Don't do this to me, Shivansh. I'm already drowning in guilt.

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. He furrowed his brows and started getting up when I quickly stopped him.

"Don't. Why are you getting up? The doctor told you not to stress the stitches," I urged him, gently pushing him back onto the bed.

Before he could respond, Shivansh's mother barged into the room with the rest of the family. I stood up, stepping back as Shivansh looked at me, his eyes questioning why I was distancing myself from him.

"What do you want now? Why don't you just leave my son alone in peace? You want money? Property? What do you want?" she shouted at me, her voice dripping with anger and pain.

I understood her emotions—they were valid. But as I started to turn away, Shivansh's voice cut through the air, freezing me in place.

"Enough!" Shivansh screamed, his voice filled with fury. "Enough of your insulting her!"

My eyes widened in shock. He scolded his mother just to take my side? He's standing by me.

His mother's eyes widened in shock as she looked at him, her anger momentarily replaced by disbelief.

"Shivansh, why do you always have to be so stubborn and do the opposite of what we ask?" she finally managed, her voice softer now as she cupped his face.

He pulled away from her touch and reached out for me, his hand extended, silently pleading for me to come closer. But I hesitated, feeling the weight of his mother's glare on me.

"So, you're going to leave me again?" His voice was soft, almost broken, as he looked at me with pleading eyes. I was torn—between the anger of his family and the love in his eyes.

"Why do you want her to stay? She caused you so much pain. You went through hell because of her," his mother said, her voice full of frustration and sorrow.

Shivansh closed his eyes, his expression pained. "Because I love her," he shouted, his voice echoing in the room. "I'd rather die than live without her. She's my reason to survive, my everything. And as for suffering, it's karma—I've done worse to her, and I'm paying for it now.

I hope that answers your question. You can leave."

He then turned to me, his eyes softening. "And you, why are you still standing there? Aren't you coming here?" he asked, his tone firm but gentle.

I stood there, frozen, as his mother stormed out of the room. Only Advay bhai and Shivansh's father remained with us.

Shivansh's father approached him, his face devoid of emotion. "Are you alright, Shiv?" he asked, his tone cold and raw.

Instead of answering, Shivansh asked, "Why did you destroy Vikrant's family business?"

The question shocked me. My eyes darted to Advay bhai, who looked equally surprised. He nodded, signaling for me to leave them alone, but as we started to move, Shivansh's dark voice stopped us in our tracks. It was so deep, so cold that it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Did I ask you two to leave?"

We stood there, rooted to the spot, as Shivansh's father's face paled.

"Shivansh..." he began, his voice faltering.

"I want a simple answer without any excuses," Shivansh replied coldly.

His father took a deep breath before speaking, "I didn't want to destroy his business or anything else. I just wanted to stop Vikrant from ruining your life.

He was determined to see you behind bars, hiring the biggest lawyers to take you down. He was relentless, Shiv, and I did what I had to do to protect you.

I didn't do anything extreme—I just weakened his business a bit so he couldn't afford those lawyers. And when he was at a loss, I offered him help, funding from our company, or a tie-up. Is it my fault he refused? Everything I did, I did for you, my—"

He was abruptly cut off by a loud crash, making everyone flinch. Shivansh had thrown a lamp across the room in a fit of rage.

"Don't you dare call me your son," Shivansh growled, his voice filled with venom.

"Where were you when this son of yours was struggling? And as for everything you did to him, it wasn't for me, Mr. Kapoor—it was for your company, your so-called reputation.

Don't drag me into your mess."

His breathing was heavy, and the tension in the room was palpable.

Shivansh's father opened his mouth to say something, but Shivansh cut him off. "I don't want to talk to you. Just... JUST LEAVE!" he screamed, his voice raw with a mix of anger and pain.

His father looked at him, taken aback, but said nothing more. He turned and left the room, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

I stood there, watching the way Shivansh's shoulders trembled, seeing the weight of guilt and suffering etched on his face.

How could I even think of leaving him like this? How could you, Inayat?

Advay bhai approached me, his face hard but his eyes filled with concern.

"You can go. I'll take care of bhai," he said coldly, though I could sense the underlying worry in his tone.

No, I can't leave him. He needs me.

"No, bhai. You go and get some rest. I'll stay here with him," I replied softly, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

"Inayat—" he started, his tone firm, as if he wanted to insist.

"Bhai, please," I interrupted, joining my hands together in a silent plea. My heart raced, knowing how much this moment meant—for both Shivansh and me.

Advay bhai looked at me, his resolve wavering. He closed his eyes, took deep breaths as if gathering the strength to let go, then slowly opened them again.

The tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by a reluctant trust. "Take care of him, please," he whispered, his voice barely a breath.

I will. I'll stay, no matter what.

I nodded, watching as he hesitated for a moment longer before finally turning to leave.

The door closed behind him with a soft click, and the room seemed to grow even quieter, the air heavy with the unspoken pain between Shivansh and me.

I walked over to him, my heart aching at the sight of his worn face. "Shivansh," I whispered, reaching out to touch his hand.

His eyes, filled with so much pain and vulnerability, met mine. "Don't ever think of leaving me again, Ina," he murmured, his voice breaking.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. "I won't. I promise, I won't."

He hugged me tightly, his arms wrapping around my waist as he remained seated, while I stood beside him.

His head rested against my stomach, and he nuzzled closer, as if seeking comfort in my presence. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, brushing it softly, trying to calm him.

His grip on me tightened, as if he feared I might slip away if he let go. I could feel his breath warm against my skin, his desperation to hold on evident in every shuddering exhale.

The weight of his pain pressed down on both of us, heavy and suffocating.

Slowly, I cupped his face, lifting it so our eyes met. His gaze was filled with a vulnerability I had never seen before, and it broke my heart.

I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment as if trying to heal the wounds that ran far deeper than the ones on his body.

"I'm here," I whispered against his skin, my voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere, Ansh."

His eyes closed as he leaned into my touch, and kissed my palm, the tension in his body slowly easing.

For a moment, it was just the two of us in that room, the world outside fading into the background. I continued to brush his hair, each stroke a silent promise that I would stay, no matter what.

Shivansh pulled me close and guided me to sit beside him on the bed. He rested his head on my shoulder, seeking comfort. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

His breathing was steady, but I could feel the weight of his emotions.

He looked up at me, his eyes full of vulnerability and longing. I saw how much he was hurting. He reached up and gently held my face, his touch tender.

It felt like he was asking for something more, something comforting.

I leaned down and kissed his forehead softly. I held his face in my hands, looking into his eyes. We were so close, and there was a quiet, intense moment between us.

I could sense that he needed reassurance, and I felt the same way.

Just as our lips were about to meet, the door opened with a soft creak. Ahana walked in with the nurses, breaking the spell between us. I quickly moved aside to let them in.

Ahana glanced at us, surprised. "The nurses need to check on Shiv bhai," she said, trying to keep things casual.

I nodded and held Shivansh's hand for a moment longer, letting him know I was still there. His grip on my hand tightened a bit before he let go, his eyes full of unspoken feelings.

Even though our moment was interrupted. The connection between us had only deepened, and I knew that this was just the beginning of something far more profound than either of us had anticipated.

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