Chapter 124 Again Together
Everyone is sitting together when Vihan, Shorya, and Samar enter the house. Along with them, Neeti and I am also there.
As soon as Samar’s eyes fall on me, a soft, loving smile appears on his face. But he doesn’t say anything. In his arms sits little Shivi, comfortably on his lap, happily munching on a chocolate.
The moment everyone’s eyes land on that tiny angel, their hearts melt.
Vikram, Ayansh, and Viransh look at each other, their faces full of surprise. Vikram speaks first, “Who is this? She looks so cute… just like our little Pihu!”
Viransh frowns playfully and says, “Oh no, now everyone will love her more than us… we’ll be forgotten.”
Ayansh folds his hands and adds, “It’s okay… they’re both little now. When they grow up, people will remember us too.”
Everyone laughs, but deep down, the boys really are a little worried about being sidelined.
At that moment, Mr. Ajay, who has been silent till now, asks Samar seriously, “Who is this child?”
Samar replies simply, “She’s your granddaughter.”
A heavy silence fills the room. It is as if everyone’s breath stops. Shock spreads across every face.
My eyes fill with tears. I look at Samar with trembling hope, silently asking if this is really true. Reading my expression, Samar quickly clarifies, “No, I mean she’s your granddaughter, and Karan’s daughter.”
Gasps echo in the room.
Neeti, confused and hesitant, asks, “Karan’s daughter??”
Vihan steps forward and calmly explains everything to everyone. As the truth unfolds, the shock slowly melts into smiles of love and affection.
Everyone begins to look at little Shivi with tender eyes. But Shivi is lost in her own little world, snuggled close to Samar and happily finishing her chocolate.
Just then, tiny Pihu toddles forward on her little feet and stops in front of Shivi. She stares at her curiously. Innocently, Shivi extends her chocolate toward Pihu.
But Pihu shakes her chubby head in refusal and quickly runs back, clinging tightly to Vihan’s legs.
Vihan picks her up into his arms and asks gently, “What happened, baby?”
Pihu points her little finger toward Shivi. Vihan smiles warmly and says, “Baby, she’s your sister.”
The word lights up Pihu’s face. She breaks into a bright, innocent smile.
Ruhi quickly rushes over, scooping Shivi into her arms. With joy sparkling in her eyes, she says, “Wow, brother! She’s just as cute as me.”
I can’t hold back my emotions anymore. I bend down and place a soft kiss on Shivi’s cheek.
Then Rimjhim comes, takes Shivi into her arms, and begins playing with her. Neeti lovingly feeds Shivi chocolate with her own hands.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Shobha and Mr. Ajay glow with happiness as they play with their granddaughter. Their faces radiate the kind of peace only grandparents feel while holding their grandchild.
But in one corner, Vikram, Viransh, Ayansh, and little Pihu stand quietly, looking a little sad. They feel like Shivi’s arrival has suddenly made them less important.
Noticing their silence, Ruhi walks over and says softly, “Why are you all standing like this? You’re part of this family too.”
In that moment, everyone realizes something: love doesn’t get divided when shared… it multiplies.
I immediately lift Pihu into my arms. Ruhi pulls Viransh close to her. Rimjhim hugs Vikram, and Neeti holds Ayansh’s hand.
Soon, laughter and chatter fill the room again. Everyone is busy with one another, their bonds of love growing stronger.
Just then, the door opens again. Karan walks in. Behind him is Riya.
The moment people see Riya, a wave of tension spreads through the house. Her face is pale, her eyes swollen with tears, and her whole body trembles with nervousness. It is as if her legs themselves are reluctant to step into the house.
Mrs. Shobha’s eyes fall on her. At first, anger surges on her face. She raises her voice sharply, “Riya! Come here.”
Riya freezes for a moment, her lips trembling, her heart pounding wildly. She lowers her head and slowly, hesitantly, walks toward Mrs. Shobha.
Everyone thinks an outburst is about to happen. But the moment Riya reaches her, Mrs. Shobha opens her arms and pulls her into a tight embrace.
Her voice softens with motherly warmth, “How are you, beta?”
That is enough to break Riya. Tears stream down her face. Resting her head on Shobha ji’s shoulder, she cries out in a broken voice, “Please forgive me, I made so many mistakes but I was helpless. I had no choice.”
She collapses into tears, sinking down to the floor as though her legs have given way.
Everyone’s eyes well up.
I rush forward, gently lifting Riya into my arms. I whisper, “Yes… we know everything now. Stop crying. Forget the past.”
Rimjhim wipes her tears, and one by one, everyone embraces Riya. The air of the house fills with a new calm, a sense of healing.
Just then, little Pihu toddles forward and clings to Karan’s legs. Her round eyes fix curiously on Riya, as though trying to figure out who she is.
Karan bends down with a smile, strokes Pihu’s hair, and says, “Beta, this is your chachi. Come, I’ll introduce you properly.”
He lifts Pihu in his arms and walks toward Riya.
Still looking at her with innocent curiosity, Pihu’s tiny nose wrinkles. Karan teases her by pressing her nose and says, “Child, say it… Chachi.”
In her sweet, lisping baby voice, Pihu says, “Ta…ti…” (chachi).
Everyone bursts into laughter. Even though their faces are still wet with tears, joy returns to their hearts.
For the first time, a faint smile appears on Riya’s lips. She wipes her tears, takes Pihu into her arms, and hugs her tightly against her chest.
Pihu too wraps her little arms around Riya’s neck and snuggles happily.
The whole family together fills the house with peace and warmth. But in the middle of that, Samar’s phone vibrates.
He quietly slips his hand into his pocket, pulls out the phone, and the moment his eyes fall on the name flashing on the screen, his gaze sharpens. Without saying a word to anyone, he answers the call and slowly walks to a corner of the house.
From the other side, a heavy voice comes—one of his most trusted men. “Sir, Drishti’s husband, Vardan Khanna, diamonds for smuggling were found with him. What should we do?”
At those words, Samar’s face hardens with an icy, hatred-laden expression. His eyes turn dark, like an endless abyss. His lips part slowly, and his voice carries the chill of cold steel, soaked in years of pain and hatred. “Right now… kill them both. And make sure… I hear their final screams on this call.”
On the other side, the bodyguard replies firmly, with absolute obedience, “Okay, sir.”
The very next moment, gunshots crack sharply through the phone dhadde!!!
And then, the blood-curdling screams of Drishti and Vardan pierce through Samar’s ears, echoing like the final notes of a dark symphony.
For Samar, those screams are not horror they are music. The last echoes of vengeance. A melody he has been waiting to hear for a very long time.
Slowly, a cunning smile spreads across his lips. It isn’t just the smile of victory it is the smile of peace. A peace that rises from the ashes of his darkness, giving him a strange calm.
He closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath, as if each scream lightens the heavy weight chained to his heart.
Inside the house, laughter and cheerful conversations carry on. But in that quiet corner, Samar finds his own kind of solace in the shadows. His smile reveals it all his revenge is complete. The pain he has buried inside for years, today, a part of that fire finally burns out.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!