Chapter 106 Return In Rajput's
The little innocent girl, as soon as she speaks in her soft, tender voice, “Ma… Ma…”
Rimjhim’s legs tremble. Her tears are about to fall, but she quickly lifts her daughter into her arms and holds her tightly against her chest, as if she wants to protect her from every pain in the world.
Vihan’s feet feel frozen to the ground. His eyes widen in shock. “W-who is this?”
Just then, Choudhary Sahab slowly enters the room. His face is grave, but compassion glimmers in his eyes. In a calm yet heavy voice, he says, “Vihan babu… this is your daughter.”
The words strike Vihan like lightning. He staggers a step back, staring at Rimjhim and the child. His eyes fill with disbelief, his heart grows heavy with pain, and his tongue ties in confusion.
“M-my… daughter?” he stammers.
Choudhary Sahab sighs deeply and reveals the truth, “Yes. When Rimjhim leaves your house three years ago and comes here, she is carrying your child. She hides this truth because she knows how much you love daughters. You would never let your daughter be away from you and perhaps that is why she chooses to keep it a secret.”
Vihan’s heart shatters at that moment. His eyes well with tears, but anger begins to dry them away. His gaze burns red with fury as he speaks in a voice filled with rage, “Enough! I still will not let my daughter be kept away from me!”
The room freezes.
Rimjhim’s throat tightens, her lips tremble. She tries to hide her tears with a faint smile, but her face shakes. In panic, she cries, “No, please, Vihan ji… don’t do this.”
But Vihan is drowned in his emotions. In one swift motion, he pulls the little innocent girl out of Rimjhim’s arms and holds her in his own. The child instantly clutches his shirt with her tiny hands, as if some invisible bond forms between father and daughter.
Rimjhim’s pain bursts into anger. She screams, “Vihan ji! You cannot do this! She is my daughter!”
Vihan’s eyes burn with both grief and fury. Grinding his teeth, he shouts, “And what about what you did to me? My daughter grows up two years old without ever seeing her father’s face! She never even feels that she has a father!”
The atmosphere of the room turns heavy with cold silence and fear.
Choudhary Sahab steps forward, his voice calm yet filled with compassion, “Child Vihan… I understand your pain. But my daughter has suffered greatly too. She makes this choice out of compulsion, not hatred.”
But Vihan’s hurt has already turned into anger, “No! I will take my daughter away from here today!”
he declares.
With that, he turns, holding the child tightly, and starts walking out.
Rimjhim’s world shatters. Tears stream uncontrollably down her cheeks as she runs behind him, crying, “No! You cannot take my daughter away! Vihan ji, please stop!”
Choudhary Sahab follows too, his voice echoing down the hallway, “Vihan babu… stop! At least listen!”
But Vihan’s steps refuse to halt.
Rimjhim rushes forward and collapses at his feet. Her head bows to the ground, her tears soaking the floor. She clings desperately to his legs, sobbing, “Please don’t take my children away. My only reason to live is my children. Without them, I will die.”
For a moment, Vihan freezes. His heart, though hardened like stone, trembles under the weight of her tears. One of his feet remains trapped in Rimjhim’s trembling hands while she lies broken on the ground.
Choudhary Sahab, who watches silently, looks at his daughter with helpless eyes. His voice turns heavy, “Take only the children if you must… but don’t take my daughter, Vihan babu…”
Vihan replies in a cold, sharp tone, “I come here thousands of times in these three years to convince your daughter. Every time, she refuses to return. She doesn’t know what it’s like to live in loneliness, only I do. And no one cares about me. My own children don’t even know they have a father.”
At that moment, Rimjhim’s little ones appear too.
The tiny girl, with her big innocent eyes, stares straight at Vihan. Her eyes sparkle exactly like his, as if blood ties themselves are giving testimony. For the first time, Vihan’s heart softens.
He bends down and grasps Rimjhim’s arm, pulling her up. She is exhausted, her face wet with tears. With a deep sigh, he says, “Pack the children’s things and yours too. Quickly.”
Choudhary Sahab interjects urgently, “Vihan babu, please wait. Stay the night here. Leave in the morning.”
But Vihan’s eyes carry both resolve and pain. “No. I’ll wait later. Right now, leaving is more important.”
Rimjhim stands silently, fear gripping her heart. It feels as though this moment is about to change her life forever.
Choudhary Sahab looks at his daughter and says softly, “Rimjhim Child… for three years, Vihan babu obeys your wishes. As many times as you send him away, he leaves. Just once… obey him now.”
Rimjhim’s soul breaks.
Quietly, she wipes her tears and, still sobbing, walks to her room. After a while, she returns carrying the children’s belongings.
Vihan himself opens the car door and gently makes her sit inside. Viransh is already asleep, and he lovingly lays him down in the car. Vihan sits in the front seat, cradling his little princess in his arms. She keeps looking at him with innocent curiosity, as if trying to understand her father’s face deeply for the first time.
A faint peace touches Choudhary Sahab’s face. His heart whispers, “My son-in-law is a good man. He will convince my daughter. Everything will be fine now.”
The car starts.
The roads outside are dark and deserted. The cold night wind seeps into the car, but Vihan rolls the windows shut. Inside, there is nothing but silence.
Rimjhim sits in the back seat, holding Viransh in her arms. Her heart remains heavy with pain, her cheeks still wet with tears. Fear lingers in her eyes fear of this new dawn, fear of Vihan’s anger, fear of her fragile relationship shattering.
The entire night passes in silence. No one speaks a word. Only the hum of the car’s tires and Rimjhim’s muffled sobs echo inside.
And at four in the morning, they finally reach Rajput Mansion.
Both of them step outside. The little girl keeps staring only at Vihan, as if countless questions swirl in her tiny heart. Rimjhim holds Viransh in her arms and slowly walks out. Viransh rubs his sleepy eyes, coming back to his senses, and says in his innocent voice, “Mumma…”
Rimjhim lovingly caresses his little cheek and smiles, “Yes baby, Mumma is right here with you.”
With childlike innocence, Viransh asks, “Have we come to Dad’s house?”
Vihan’s face hardens. In a low, stern voice, he says, “This is not Dad’s house… it’s yours. Understand?”
Viransh’s eyes widen. His little voice lights up with excitement, “Wow! We’ve reached!”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!