AbhiMaan TS: A Battle of Two Hearts (Part 2 Updated) - Page 4

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Seems as though BHAVNA BEHEN and DKP took inspiration for the last episode from your story … so beautifully written please continue … maybe you can inspire them more!

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Hello everyone, thank you so much for your wonderful comments on the last chapter! They mean the world to me. I apologize for the delay in bringing you this next part. In my defence, well I don't have any.

Without any further bakwas, here is the next chapter. Try to ignore mistakes.

Part 2

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love."

~Pablo Neruda

The morning light filtered through the curtains. It was a new day, But the weight of the previous night’s conversations still clung to the air like a storm that hadn’t quite passed.

Armaan lay beside Abhira, watching her, his arm draped protectively around her waist. Her face showed a lack of proper sleep. The whole night, she kept talking about their baby. It was in the early hours of the morning when Armaan forced her to sleep for some hours. But the faint lines of worry on her forehead told him that even her rest wasn’t without trouble.

His heart clenched as he recalled her quiet sobs from the night before. Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his mind conflicted. She was so precious to him, more than anyone could ever understand. And now, here they are, faced with a decision that no couple should ever have to make. It was an impossible situation. Any move they make will only push them closer to breaking point.

Abhira stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open, meeting his. For a moment, there was silence—just the two of them, lying in the quiet sanctuary of their room, where they could pretend the world outside didn’t exist.

But they both knew they couldn’t stay here forever.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep, her gaze locking with his, filled with a raw vulnerability that stabbed at his soul. “I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “I don’t know if I can do this…I don’t know how to say goodbye.”

His chest tightened painfully, and for a moment, Armaan felt he couldn’t breathe. The weight of their shared grief was crushing and suffocating, but he had to stay strong. For her. For them both. He cannot allow her to change her mind. Armaan pulled Abhira close, wrapping her in his arms as if he could shield her from the world. “We’ll get through this,” he promised

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering as if the touch could somehow shield her from the storm that awaited them. “We need to get ready,”

Today, they would go to the doctor and make the hardest decision of their lives. How could anyone ever be ready for that?

Something felt different as they stepped into the hall to face the world. The house was eerily quiet, but the tension was palpable.

Everyone was present in the hall, and it seemed as though everyone was waiting for them.

It was Maa who came forward with a bowl in her hand.

“So, you two have finally arrived,” she said, her expression disturbingly cheerful as she forced a smile.

“You’re off to make that big decision today, hmm?” her voice was laced with venom, though her tone was deceptively light. “Here, have some dahi cheeni.” She said, moving the spoon in Abhira's direction.

Abhira and Armaan exchanged a bewildered glance, unsure of what she was doing.

Vidya’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with malice. “Come on, eat it.”

“It’s good luck to have something sweet before any important task, and you two are about to do something so... auspicious, so important. Planning the murder of your own child, the heir to this family. You should at least have it before you go through it.”

The words were like a slap to Abhira’s already fragile heart. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at Armaan in confusion, wondering if she had misheard. But no, Vidya's expression—so cruel and mocking—left no room for misunderstanding. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, tears welling in her eyes as the words pierced her heart like knives. How could anyone say something so cruel? How could a mother—her mother-in-law—be so heartless, so callous in the face of their pain?

On the other side, Armaan’s body went rigid beside her. His hand tightened around hers, and for a brief moment, Abhira felt the storm brewing within him—the fury, the heartbreak, the unbearable weight of their loss. He had always been the calm in her storm, but now she could feel him breaking, his pain bubbling to the surface.

“How…. how can you say something this cruel, maa? You don’t know anything. Don’t make it more difficult than it already is for her,” Armaan’s voice was a thunderclap, reverberating through the room. His hand shot out, knocking the bowl from Vidya’s hands and sending it crashing to the floor. Its content splattered across the tiles, but the destruction paled in comparison to the devastation in his voice.

Vidya recoiled, her smile faltering for the first time, but she quickly recovered, her eyes narrowing in contempt. “Why Armaan? Why can't I? Isn’t this exactly what you two are going to do? Aren't you two going to kill something that hasn't even got a fair chance to live.”

Armaan’s breath hitched, the accusation slicing through him. He wanted to scream, to tell her how wrong she was, but the truth of his decision was like a noose tightening around his neck. It was he who was choosing.But it wasn’t out of heartlessness—it was out of love. It was to save Abhira, the woman he couldn’t bear to lose. But how could he explain that to someone who had already decided they were monsters?

Abhira trembled beside him, already reading his thoughts.Her grip on his hand tightened as if she could hold on to him and keep the world from collapsing around them. “Maa, please,” she whispered, her voice broken. “We… we don’t want this. We don’t want to lose our baby. Only we know how difficult this decision was for us. For Armaan.He didn't want to do this, but the doctors…”

Vidya’s face twisted into something ugly, something filled with hatred. “Doctors, is it, or it’s you? Because you know how much Armaan loves children. And you cannot see Armaan love someone else. You always need to be his priority, right? Everything has to be about you. That's what you always want, right Abhira?”

“You’re the one driving this. You’ve already poisoned my son against this family, and now you’re even taking away our heir as well,” lamented Vidya.

Armaan felt the ground shift beneath him. The woman standing before him, the woman he calls Maa—who had raised him after his own mother’s death—had become a stranger. Her words, her complete disregard for their agony, Abhira’s agony shattered something inside him. How can she say such harsh words so callously? Can’t she see how terribly it's hurting Abhira.But her words hasn't stopped yet. “You’ve always been weak when it comes to her, Armaan. You’re willing to throw away your own flesh and blood just to make this woman happy. For someone who doesn’t even belong in our family.”

“This child is a Poddar heir. It belongs to this family, not just you and your wife. How dare you even consider this… this termination?” The word left her lips like poison, her disgust evident. Vidya's voice dripped with accusation as she turned to Armaan. “And you weren’t even going to tell us, were you? It was only because Ruhi overheard you talking to the doctor and brought these reports to us.”

Armaan’s gaze immediately snapped to Ruhi, standing a short distance away. The disgust in his expression was unmistakable.

But he has other priorities.He couldn’t let her cruelty get to Abhira—not now. With a steady breath, he turned to Charu and Kiara. “Take Abhira inside,” he instructed, his voice firm. “Stay with her for a while.”

Then he turned to Abhira, his expression softening as he gently cupped her cheek, eyes filled with reassurance despite the storm inside him. “Don't listen to them. You go and rest, meri jaan.” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her skin. “This time, I’ll handle everything.”

Abhira’s gaze lingered on his, worry shadowing her eyes. She hesitated as if wanting to stay and shield him, to be there for him just as he was for her. But at his slight nod, she gave in, reluctantly allowing Charu and Kiara to lead her away.

As soon as she was gone, something in Armaan broke the fragile control he had been holding onto for Abhira’s sake now shattered.His pain, his anger, and his deep-seated resentment boiled to the surface like a storm. His voice, sharp and filled with bitterness, pierced through the heavy tension in the room. “You’ve all seen the reports, haven’t you?”

Vidya met his gaze. “Yes,” she replied, her voice quieter now, perhaps sensing the shift in him. But she hadn’t truly realized it yet. The man standing before her wasn’t the obedient son who would do anything for the family’s approval. No, this was Armaan—Abhira’s husband, Armaan, and today, he wasn’t backing down.

“Then you must have also seen that this pregnancy is fatal for Abhira." His voice cracked, the pain of just saying the words like a knife twisting in his chest. "Yet none of you—any of you— bothered to ask if she’s alright. Not one of you cared enough to ask her how she is doing. Do you even realise what it actually mean. My wife could die while carrying this baby. Does it even matter to any of you?” His roar reverberated through the room, shaking the very foundation of their silent judgments. The room fell deathly still as everyone, even Vidya, flinched at the fury blazing in his eyes.

Kaveri and Madhav moved to speak, their words soft, but ,“Armaan beta…” but Armaan cut them off before they can go further.

“No!” His voice thundered, rising above theirs with a sharpness that silenced them immediately. “Don’t you dare call me ‘beta’ right now,” he spat, the words laced with venom. His eyes, usually so warm, burned with the intensity, “You’ve all been silent until now, haven’t you? When Maa was throwing those vicious words at my wife, you stood there—silent. So stay silent now as well!”

Vidya’s expression turned steely, her tone carrying a harsh finality. “Stop acting as if Abhira is the first woman ever to be pregnant, Armaan. Look at Ruhi. She’s expecting too, but she’s not creating all this drama like your wife.”

Armaan’s jaw clenched, his voice low yet laced with urgency. “It’s not the same, Maa. You know what the doctors have warned about Abhira’s condition.”

“Doctors say plenty to make money,” Vidya retorted, waving off his concern. “And even if there are complications, we can manage them. I’ll make sure Abhira is cared for. But I will not let you rob me of my grandchild.”

Armaan’s eyes narrowed, his fists tightening. At the edge of his control, but he held back, knowing how deeply the stakes ran for both of them.A hollow laugh escaped Armaan’s lips, but there was no joy in it. Just the bitter, cutting edge of years of pain and disillusionment. "You’ll take care of Abhira?" he echoed, disbelief mingling with raw anguish in his voice. "You, Maa? The same woman who’s never missed a chance to taunt her, to make her feel less than,even in moments she should have felt cherished?”

Vidya's expression faltered, but Armaan pressed on, his eyes dark with sorrow and anger. "You, who, after reading her infertility reports, didn't think for a second about her—about what she was going through—only about how to shame her.You who couldn’t wait to insult her in front of everyone at her own mehendi function." His voice shook, pain thickening each word, but his eyes stayed steady, piercing right through her.

"And how exactly will you take care of her, Maa? By blaming her for every single thing that goes wrong in this house? By making her feel like she doesn’t belong here, like she’s just some outsider trespassing in my life?" He paused, the weight of his words sinking in the room, yet Vidya just stared, her face a mask of coldness. "By making her feel utterly alone in a house filled with people who should be her family?"

Armaan's voice cracked, his hand moving to his chest as if the words themselves physically hurt him. "Tell me, Maa," he whispered, his voice thick with the grief of all that had been left unspoken, "How will you take care of her when you can even show her a moment’s kindness?"

The bitterness in his voice broke, replaced by a crushing sense of shame as he ran his hand through his hair, struggling to contain the emotions flooding his chest."Do you know what the worst part is?” His voice was a hushed whisper, yet it held the weight of every wound, every betrayal he’d endured. "The shame isn’t in what you did, Maa. The shame is mine... for failing to protect her from this. From you."

He looked away, his shoulders slumping as he felt the enormity of his own failure crashing over him. “I promised her a life where she’d be loved, a home where she’d be safe. But instead… all she’s known here is pain, rejection, and loneliness. And that’s on me. I let this happen. I let you do this to her.”

Armaan's voice dropped, a soft, raw edge to it. “I couldn’t shield her from your cruelty, from the way you’ve treated her like a stranger in our own home. I failed her, Maa. I failed the one person who gave everything up for me, who loved me unconditionally, and I let her suffer alone.”

Armaan’s face twisted with an agonizing bitterness as he spoke, his voice a low, broken whisper barely holding back the storm within him. “And why all this grandchild drama now, Maa? Isn’t this what you wanted? Pain and misery for us, for our marriage?” He gave a hollow, bitter laugh, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Congratulations, Maa.You’ve achieved that. We’re going to lose our child… before she even has the chance to take her first breath. You should be celebrating.” The last part is barely a whisper.

His voice cracked as memories from the previous night surged forward, haunting him. “Do you know how Abhira spent the last night?” he continued his tone thick with anguish. “She didn’t sleep—not for a second. She sat there, holding her belly, crying quietly, talking to our baby…because this might be her last chance to speak to her.” He paused, swallowing back the overwhelming lump in his throat as the pain washed over him. “My wife, Maa… the woman you can’t stand, the woman you curse—she spent the entire night trying to find comfort, clinging to the little hope she has left.”

A darkness passed over his eyes, his expression hardening, as though he’d reached the depths of his patience. “So, congratulations!” he repeated, his voice now a cold, unyielding whisper. “Your curse is working, Maa. God says ‘tathastu’ to every wish of a parent. It is what you believe, right?” He shook his head, a look of exhausted resolve setting into his features.

“But not anymore”

Armaan’s voice softened but held a fierce, unwavering resolve. “From this moment on, I won’t let anyone, any curse, or any situation come between my marriage. I’m going to build our lives and our happiness. I’ll make my Abhira happy, give her the life she deserves, and I’ll do whatever it takes to be the husband she deserves.” "I am going to choose my wife,my family. No matter if you call me weak or a murderer"

He looked up, his gaze defiant yet filled with a glimmer of hope, as though reaching out to someone beyond this room. “And in this, I know I will have Akshara Mam's blessings."he whispered, his voice carrying the warmth of a son’s-devotion.

Saying this, Armaan walked to his room, scrolling through his phone; halfway to it, he suddenly paused. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips as he turned back toward Ruhi, his gaze piercing.

“Ruhi, you really love sharing secrets, don’t you?” he said smoothly. “Well, I’ve shared one too—right in the family group. That little video you sent me on my wedding day, along with your enlightening confession... I recorded it. Oh, and don’t worry,” he added, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “I’ve sent it to your P Nanu as well. Enjoy.” after this, Armaan left. While Ruhi’s face paled, the weight of his words settling in.

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Oh so very gorgeous!! Abhira's Armaan is my favourite because he's a lion and roar he did like a lion today!! It was so extremely satisfying to read this. Armaan giving it back to this good-for-nothing family and taking a stand for his wife. EXACTLY YES. THIS. Ahhhhh! Absolutely brilliant. And oh? That little touch in the end with the video? A feather in the cap of this very phenomenal chapter!! Absolutely love, love, love this! Can't wait for more <3