Kumkum Bhagya: Rishton Ki Ankahi Kahani - Chapter 120 updt on pg 33 - Page 22

Liked rhea prachi trying to protect pragya.sanju's widower dialogue was very funny.when pallavi made a fuss abhi saying that pranbir can stay in his house was nice.if rhea sanju stay in a small house it will be a comedy.glad that tanu couldn't separate sunny rakhi. Now sunny came to know about her pregnancy.very emotional scene.

Now that Rhea staying with pragya I hope she lets go of her dislike for her mother. She's stuck on her picking prachi lmao as if her father didn't pick her over prachi all these years.

I kinda want this pregnancy to end just for a fresh start for rakhi/Kiara and sunny but that part of drama is still pending and the moment abhi knows about nikhil he would kill tanu nikhil with his hands. Excited to watch it

Sone quiet peace for Aryan shahana and wth Aliya doesn't care her son is married now??? Do something you evil witch 🤣🤣😏 lol and Rhea seems to like Sanju she's so chilled he's so anxious 🤣🤣

Ranbir going from annul this marriage to i won't leave her side 👏👏 and how long pallo will drag it lol she's mehra now what else issue she has?? Stupid woman

Abhi saw the last marriage drama and decided yes we need another double marriage and pallo don't give a damn her daughter was left on mandap a few days back. Wth they are crazy. And I feel Priyanka will be redeemed and marry Rishi this time without her psychoness

Chapter 108

Shattered Trust – Sunny’s Turmoil

Sunny stood outside the hospital room, his hand still frozen on the door handle. The words kept echoing in his head like poison: She’s pregnant.

A part of him had begun wrapping his head around it, was even ready to step up. But another part—the darker, insecure part—had started whispering questions.

Why didn’t she tell me? Is there someone else in her life?

He hated himself for thinking it, but the storm inside him was wild. She was his Ms. Chashmish. His wife now. But the secrecy, the shock—it rattled him. He finally walked inside.

Rakhi stirred, sensing his presence. “Sunny?”

He didn’t respond right away.

She looked at him, worry creeping into her tired eyes. “Say something…”

He swallowed hard. “I’m trying, Rakhi. I’m trying to understand. But you dropped a bomb on me.”

Rakhi sat up, her hands trembling. “I wanted to tell you, I swear. But—”

“But what?” he cut in, his voice sharper than he intended. “You didn’t trust me? Or… was I never supposed to know?”

Her face paled.

Before she could answer, the door suddenly opened.

The Revelation – Truth Shatters Everything

Nikhil’s mother entered, her face weary and strained, followed by Sunil—Nikhil’s brother.

“Sunny,” she said gently, “you need to know the truth… before you say something you’ll regret.”

Sunny blinked. “What truth?”

Sunil stepped forward, unusually serious. “It’s about the baby… and Rakhi.”

Sunny’s stomach clenched. He glanced at Rakhi, who looked terrified now.

Nikhil’s mother’s voice trembled. “The baby… it wasn’t conceived out of love. It was born out of trauma.”

The room fell silent.

Sunil clenched his fists. “Rakhi was raped, Sunny.”

Sunny’s breath caught.

“What?” His voice came out strangled.

“By Nikhil,” Sunil continued. “By her own father. He’s a monster. And we only found out recently ourselves.”

Sunny turned to Rakhi in horror. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she turned her face away in shame.

The rage exploded in Sunny’s chest like a volcano. “You mean to tell me that b*st*rd—”

“Yes. One night, Rakhi was all alone in the house, and Nikhil took advantage of the situation,” Nikhil’s mother said, her eyes filled with pain. “She doesn’t even remember the night. But the pregnancy… confirmed it.”

Sunny felt like the ground had been ripped from under him. The guilt slammed into him with full force. How could he have doubted her? How could he have thought she’d betray him?

His jaw clenched.

“Where is he?” Sunny growled.

Sunil hesitated, then pointed outside the room. “He’s here. With Tanu. Acting like nothing happened.”

The Confrontation – Wrath Unleashed

Without another word, Sunny stormed out.

He spotted Nikhil laughing beside Tanu near the waiting area, oblivious to what was coming.

Sunny walked straight up, fists clenched. “You filthy piece of garbage.”

Nikhil turned, startled. “Sunny? What’s your—”

Before he could finish, Sunny punched him square in the jaw.

The crack echoed through the hospital.

Nikhil stumbled back, blood spraying from his lip.

“Sunny, what the hell—!” Tanu screeched.

But Sunny wasn’t listening. Rage blinded him.

He grabbed Nikhil by the collar. “You think you can do that to her? To a girl who trusts you like a father?”

Nikhil’s eyes widened. “Wait—I—I didn’t mean—”

Another punch landed, this time to his stomach.

“You raped her!” Sunny shouted. “You destroyed her life and walked around like nothing happened!”

Security guards started rushing in, but Sunil stopped them. “Let him finish. That b*st*rd deserves it.”

Nikhil fell to the floor, trying to crawl away, but Sunny grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up.

“She was broken, and you took advantage of that. You’re lower than scum.”

One last punch sent Nikhil collapsing to the floor, barely conscious.

Tanu gasped, kneeling beside him. “You’ll regret this, Sunny—”

“No, he’ll regret what he did!” Sunny snarled.

Security finally intervened, dragging Nikhil away as hospital staff rushed in to restore calm.

Aftermath – The Weight of Pain and Love

Sunny stood there, panting, his knuckles bruised and bloodied.

He turned slowly, locking eyes with Rakhi, who stood at the doorway, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.

He walked over to her, the fire in his eyes giving way to something gentler… protective.

He cupped her face. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. For ever doubting you.”

She sobbed against his chest as he pulled her close.

“You don’t have to face this alone anymore,” he whispered. “You’re not alone. We’re not alone.”

And in that moment, amidst all the pain, something solid formed between them—not just a bond born of marriage or trauma, but one forged in truth, trust, and the promise to heal together.

A Mother's Shock – Disha Arrives

The hospital corridors buzzed with hushed murmurs and the beeping of machines. Nurses moved briskly, families waited tensely. Amid the crowd, a familiar figure entered—Disha, her expression tight with concern.

She had received a frantic call from a family friend who had seen Sunny at the hospital looking bruised and furious. Without waiting for details, Disha had rushed over, anxiety clawing at her chest.

She reached the general ward area and spotted Sunny standing near the entrance, his knuckles still bruised and wrapped with gauze.

“Sunny!” she called out, relief and worry mixing in her voice.

He turned, surprised to see her. “Ma?”

She walked up to him quickly, cupping his face. “Are you okay? What happened to your hands? Why are you even in the hospital?”

Sunny exhaled, not sure where to even begin. “It’s a long story. I… I had to take care of something.”

Before Disha could question further, her gaze drifted behind him—and froze.

Rakhi had just stepped out of the room, wearing a hospital gown, her face pale but her eyes alert. The fresh streak of sindoor in her parting, the black and gold mangalsutra that hung delicately around her neck—none of it missed Disha’s eyes.

She stared at the girl, then back at Sunny, confusion rising. “Sunny… what is going on?”

Sunny turned toward Rakhi, then looked back at Disha, his voice softer now. “Ma… I got married.”

Disha blinked. “What?”

“To her,” Sunny said, glancing at Rakhi. “Her name is Rakhi. She’s my wife now.”

The silence between them stretched painfully.

Disha took a step back, stunned. “You… got married? Without telling anyone? Sunny, what are you even saying?”

Rakhi stepped forward hesitantly, her fingers gripping the end of her dupatta. “Aunty… I—I didn’t expect this either. Everything happened so suddenly.”

Disha looked between the two of them—at her son’s bruised hands, the way he stood protectively near the girl, the raw emotions simmering just beneath the surface. Her eyes returned to Rakhi’s mangalsutra again, as if trying to determine if this was real or just another shocking twist in an already chaotic day.

Shattered Unions – The Past Resurfaces

“But why, Sunny? Why like this?” Disha’s voice cracked, her disbelief turning into raw anguish. “What happened?”

Sunny looked down for a moment, as if gathering strength, then met her gaze. “I married her because it was the right thing to do. She… needed me. And I needed her too.”

Disha’s heart panged at the emotion in his voice. Her son—so stubborn, yet so earnest—looked more vulnerable than ever.

Still trying to process it all, she turned to Rakhi, her voice quieter now but no less urgent. “And your family? Who are you, really?”

Rakhi hesitated, her lips parting and then closing again. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Sunny gently placed a hand on her shoulder, sensing her turmoil. “We’ll explain everything, Ma. But just… give her a chance. She’s been through more than you can imagine.”

Disha, still shaken, stared at the young girl now bound to her son. The situation had exploded far beyond anything she’d anticipated when she first stepped into the hospital. And yet, something in Rakhi’s eyes—so full of hurt, resilience, and silent hope—kept her from turning away.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a sharp voice sliced through the tense air.

“Rakhi, we’re leaving. You’ve caused enough drama for one day!”

Disha turned her head sharply, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. That voice—it was unmistakable.

Tanu.

Storming down the corridor with Nikhil trailing behind, Tanu froze when she saw Disha standing there. The moment their eyes met, the air thickened with history and unresolved fury.

“Tanu? Nikhil?” Disha’s voice was low, disbelieving.

Tanu, clearly caught off guard, clutched Nikhil’s arm as if bracing herself. “Oh no…” she murmured.

“What are you doing here?” Disha demanded, stepping protectively in front of Sunny and Rakhi. “You know her?”

Tanu crossed her arms and gave Rakhi a cold glance. “Unfortunately. She’s my daughter.”

The words hit like a punch.

Disha’s head snapped toward Sunny and Rakhi. “Daughter?” she echoed, stunned. “Rakhi is your daughter?”

The hallway went deathly quiet.

Disha’s eyes bounced between the sindoor in Rakhi’s hair and the faces of the two people she never wanted to see again. The realization settled with horrifying clarity.

Sunny stepped in front of her, trying to intercept the storm brewing in her eyes. “Ma, please, it’s not what you think—”

“No…” Disha whispered. “No, tell me it’s not true.”

“Ma—” Sunny began, his voice pleading.

“That girl… that girl you married… is their daughter?” Disha’s voice rose, trembling.

Sunny flinched. “Yes. Her name is Rakhi. She’s their daughter—”

It felt like the ground had been yanked from under Disha’s feet.

“You married the daughter of the very people who destroyed our family!” she cried, tears brimming in her eyes. “Do you even remember what Nikhil did, Sunny? What they did to your Abhi Chucks and Pragya maasi?”

Rakhi looked up, confused and startled by the intensity of her words.

“Twenty-one years ago,” Disha went on, her voice tight with pain, “they killed Abhi and Pragya’s first daughter. Kiara. That innocent little girl. It was Nikhil who kidnapped her and threw her off that cliff. It was because of them that the whole Mehra family shattered!”

Sunny stood frozen, rocked by the revelation. He had heard whispers of the tragedy, but never the full story.

Disha’s voice cracked as she stared into her son’s eyes. “That pain broke everyone. Abhi and Pragya were torn apart. And in the middle of all that, I lost Purab. Our family was never the same again.”

She turned toward Rakhi, who stood in stunned silence, lips quivering, her world unraveling.

“And you,” Disha said bitterly, “are their daughter. The daughter of murderers.”

Rakhi gasped, her voice barely audible. “I… I didn’t know…”

“Ma, stop!” Sunny’s voice finally rang out, sharp and firm. “She didn’t do anything—she didn’t choose them. She’s suffered more from them than we can imagine!”

“I don’t care!” Disha snapped. “You married into the same bloodline that destroyed your own!”

Tanu’s eyes flicked between them, panic rising. She had only just begun to realize who Sunny truly was—and now it hit her with full force. He was Disha and Purab’s son. Which meant Rakhi hadn’t just married anyone—she had unknowingly walked straight into the Mehra family. The same family she had shattered long ago.

Tanu's Manipulation – A Desperate Game

Tanu’s mind raced as Disha’s words echoed in the corridor like thunderclaps. The color drained from her face. Her fingers clutched Nikhil’s wrist tightly as panic settled in.

Rakhi... Kiara? No. That truth had to remain buried.

She took a step forward, trying to regain her composure. “Disha, please,” she said in a falsely calm voice, her eyes darting between Disha and Sunny. “You’re clearly overwhelmed. There’s been a lot of confusion.”

Disha turned on her sharply. “Confusion? You think this is confusion? You destroyed my family! You killed a child!”

Tanu winced but kept her tone measured. “That was a long time ago. We’ve all moved on. Why dig up the past now when your son clearly loves my daughter?”

Disha’s eyes flared. “Loves? After what you did, you think love is enough to clean your sins? You don’t get to talk about love, Tanu. Not when blood was spilled—innocent blood.”

Rakhi, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, her hands trembling. Her mind reeled from the fragments of truth that had just come crashing into her world. Kiara. Cliff. Mehra family.

What was going on?

Sunny moved protectively in front of Rakhi, his jaw clenched. “Ma, I know you’re angry, but don’t take it out on Rakhi. She’s not responsible for what her parents did.”

Disha’s voice trembled with fury. “Not responsible? Sunny, she’s their daughter! The same people who tore our entire family apart. How can you not see what a mistake this is?”

Sunny’s expression tightened. “I’m not blind, Ma. I know who her parents are. But I also know Rakhi. She’s nothing like them.”

“You think that’s enough?” Disha snapped. “You married into that bloodline! You’ve tied your life to the very people who caused so much pain. Annul the marriage, Sunny. End this madness before it destroys you too.”

Rakhi’s breath caught. She looked at Sunny, terrified. “Sunny…”

But Sunny didn’t flinch. He stood tall, his eyes locked with his mother’s. “I’m not doing that.”

“What?” Disha recoiled as if he’d slapped her. “You’re refusing?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice low but unwavering. “Because I can’t walk away from her.”

Disha stepped forward, her voice cracking. “Why? Why are you throwing your life away for this girl? Why are you so adamant?”

Sunny glanced at Rakhi, then back at his mother. The words seemed to weigh on his tongue, but he finally said them.

“Because she’s pregnant.”

The silence hit like an explosion.

Disha stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “What… what did you just say?”

Sunny swallowed hard. “Rakhi’s carrying my child.”

Disha’s world spun. For a second, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. And then—

A slap echoed through the corridor.

Disha had struck her son across the face, trembling with fury. Rakhi gasped, tears immediately filling her eyes.

The Fallout – Disha’s Breaking Point

The sting of the slap still burned on Sunny’s cheek, but he didn’t flinch. He stood rooted, eyes lowered, as Disha shook with emotion—equal parts grief and rage.

“I can’t believe this,” Disha said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t raise you like this, Sunny. To act so recklessly… to throw away your dignity, your future, your family’s name—like this?”

Sunny’s voice was quiet but firm. “It wasn’t reckless, Ma.”

“It was! You impregnated a girl out of wedlock and married her in secret, and you want me to just… accept that?” Her voice cracked, pain piercing through her words. “You weren’t raised this way. I gave you values, Sunny. I raised you to respect your family, your legacy—how could you betray all of that?”

Rakhi stood nearby, shocked and overwhelmed. The truth twisted inside her like a knife. She had always carried this burden alone, and now—he had claimed the child as his?

Her voice came out shaky, unsure. “Sunny… why are you saying it’s your child? You know it’s—”

Sunny’s eyes met hers, filled with a silent plea. “Rakhi… don’t.”

Rakhi froze, stunned into silence. She saw it in his expression—the quiet resolve, the desperation to shield her from further pain. But it didn’t make sense. Not yet.

Disha caught the tension in that moment, but her fury clouded her perception. She stepped back, eyes darting between them, disgusted.

“This is madness,” she hissed. “You’re standing here protecting her, the daughter of the very monsters who ripped our family apart. And now you want to start a life with her? Build a future on a broken, disgraceful foundation?”

“Ma, please listen—”

“No,” Disha snapped. “I will not listen. I will not stand by and watch my son destroy himself over a girl who is nothing but a reminder of the worst day of our lives.”

Rakhi looked down, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

Disha turned away, her body rigid with fury and heartbreak. “I will never accept this marriage. Never.”

With one final look at Sunny—one filled with betrayal and devastation—she walked off down the corridor, her footsteps echoing louder than any word she could have said.

Sunny stood motionless, torn between the woman who raised him and the woman who now carried the weight of his love and protection. And Rakhi, broken yet again, clutched her dupatta tightly—wondering how something as simple as the truth could be so cruel.

The Confrontation – A Bond Forms

The corridor had gone eerily silent after Disha stormed out, leaving only a heavy, suffocating tension between Sunny and Rakhi.

Rakhi stood still for a moment, then slowly turned to face him, her eyes still glassy with unspoken pain. Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “Why did you do that?”

Sunny looked at her, confused. “Do what?”

“You told your mother… that the child is yours,” she said, her voice cracking. “Why would you lie like that?”

Sunny exhaled slowly, stepping closer to her. “Because from the moment I found out what happened to you, I knew I couldn’t let you face any of this alone. I know you didn’t ask for this, Rakhi. But now… you’re my responsibility.”

Rakhi blinked at him, stunned. “Responsibility?”

Sunny nodded, gently. “You’re my wife. No matter how this marriage started or what anyone else says… I’m with you now. And I’ll protect you. From everyone—including your own past.”

A tear slipped down Rakhi’s cheek. She had never heard words like these—not from her parents, not from anyone. No one had ever stood up for her, much less taken her pain and made it their own.

“You barely even know me,” she whispered.

“I know enough,” he said simply. “I know you’re strong. I know you’ve been through hell. And I know you deserve better than what the world’s given you. If I can give you even a sliver of peace, I will.”

Rakhi’s heart clenched. The bitterness of her past clashed with the warmth of his words, making it hard for her to speak.

But standing a few feet away, Tanu watched the scene unfold with rising irritation. Her arms were crossed, her nails digging into her palm as her eyes flickered with panic.

Sunny’s protection of Rakhi—his insistence on staying by her side—was dangerously close to unearthing the very truth Tanu had buried for over two decades.

Kiara.

If anyone discovered that Rakhi wasn’t her biological daughter, but Abhi and Pragya’s, the entire foundation of her manipulative lies would collapse. Her worst fear wasn’t that Rakhi would find out she wasn’t really her mother—it was that Rakhi would learn who her real parents were.

Tanu turned to Nikhil, whispering sharply, “We have to stop this. If Sunny keeps protecting her like this, he’ll dig too deep. And if he learns the truth…”

Nikhil stiffened. “We’re not ready for that kind of storm.”

But Rakhi, unaware of the tornado brewing in the shadows, stared at Sunny with eyes full of wonder and confusion.

“No one’s ever stood up for me,” she said softly. “Not even my so-called parents.”

“Well,” Sunny replied with a sad smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “then maybe it’s time someone did.”

For the first time in a long time, Rakhi felt like she wasn’t completely alone.

And for Tanu, that realization was the beginning of her nightmare.

Unexpected Reunions – A Tense Welcome

Later that evening, Disha’s home—usually quiet and serene—was anything but.

The gate creaked open, and in stepped Sunny, his hand gently resting on Rakhi’s back as he guided her into the courtyard. Rakhi clutched the edge of her dupatta nervously, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar space. The silence inside the house was heavy, broken only by the faint ticking of the wall clock and the sound of approaching footsteps.

From the hallway emerged Sanju, dragging a duffle bag and muttering to himself about forgotten headphones. But when he looked up and spotted Sunny—followed by Rakhi—his eyes widened comically.

“Arre yaar!” Sanju exclaimed, dropping his bag in the middle of the floor. “Sunny Bhai! And... Bhabhi Ji?!”

Rakhi flinched at the title, still getting used to it, but Sunny gave a small smile.

Sanju didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, slapped Sunny’s back, and grinned. “Congrats, Bhai! I knew it! I always told you, na—Bhabhi Ji is the perfect match for you. The fire and the ice. Wah!” He folded his hands dramatically in front of Rakhi. “Welcome to the madhouse, Bhabhi Ji.”

Rakhi was caught off guard by the warmth. She offered him a hesitant smile. “Thank you, Sanju…”

Just then, the front gate opened again. Aryan and Shahana walked in mid-conversation but stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them.

Shahana’s jaw dropped. “Wait… what?”

Aryan blinked, confused. “Sunny? And… is that—”

“Yep,” Sanju said cheerfully, throwing an arm around Sunny’s shoulders. “Surprise! Mr. Fashion Designer here just got married! To our very own Bhabhi!”

Shahana’s eyes widened as she looked between the couple. “You two got married? When? How?”

Aryan’s brows furrowed, concern flickering in his gaze as he stepped closer. “Bhai… what’s going on? Does Disha Ma know?”

Sunny nodded slowly. “She knows.”

Shahana winced. “And?”

“She slapped him,” Rakhi answered quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sanju gasped. “Oof. Mummy Ji’s classic welcome.”

Aryan’s expression turned serious. “You okay?”

Sunny met his brother’s gaze with quiet determination. “I’m fine. I knew she’d react this way. But I won’t leave Rakhi alone in this.”

Shahana studied Rakhi for a moment, her gaze softening. “You okay?”

Rakhi hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I think so… now.”

Aryan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is going to be one hell of a storm when Ma cools down.”

Sanju gave a low whistle. “We’re definitely gonna need popcorn.”

Despite the tension in the air, Sunny’s grip on Rakhi didn’t falter. And though unsure of the future, Rakhi felt something she hadn’t in a long time—acceptance, even if it was just from a few people. A beginning, however chaotic.

Grahpravesh – The Unspoken War Begins

The courtyard air thickened as the heavy sound of footsteps echoed from inside the house. Disha stepped out, her expression unreadable, her gaze landing immediately on Sunny and Rakhi standing side by side.

Her eyes didn’t soften. If anything, they hardened.

“You brought her here?” Disha’s voice was low but firm, laced with disappointment. “I told you, Sunny—I don’t accept this marriage. And I will not allow this girl to step into my house.”

Rakhi’s face paled. Sunny took a step forward, ready to argue, but Aryan placed a hand on his shoulder and moved forward himself.

“Ma,” Aryan said gently. “Please. I know you’re hurt. I know you’re angry. But Bhai’s already made his choice, and nothing you say is going to change that. They’re married now. Whether you approve or not, that girl is part of our family.”

Disha’s jaw clenched. “She’s not my daughter-in-law.”

“No,” Aryan agreed. “Not yet. But she is Bhai’s wife. You may not accept her today… maybe not even tomorrow. But can’t you at least allow them inside? Let them stay under this roof while you figure out how to deal with it.”

Disha didn’t reply for a moment. Her silence was almost deafening. She looked at Rakhi, who stood silently, eyes lowered in respect, and then back at Sunny, whose gaze remained unwavering.

Without a word, Disha turned on her heel and walked back into the house.

Everyone stood still.

A few seconds later, they heard the inner door shut with a soft but firm click.

Aryan exhaled. “Well, she didn’t throw us out. That’s progress.”

Sunny gave him a grateful look, and Rakhi remained rooted to the spot, overwhelmed.

Shahana suddenly elbowed Aryan and grinned. “And now for the part I’ve been waiting for.”

She rushed inside and returned moments later with a tray of aarti, a small pot of rice, and a shallow dish of vermillion water.

Rakhi stared at her, stunned. “You’re doing my grahpravesh?”

Shahana nodded with a twinkle in her eye. “Of course! I may be younger than you, Jethani Ji, but I’m ecstatic to do your grahpravesh! It's not every day I get to welcome a Jethani into the house who’s as dramatic as my own love life.”

Sanju chuckled in the background, and Aryan just rolled his eyes fondly.

“Come on now,” Shahana said brightly, placing the tray in front of Rakhi. “It’s tradition. And this house could use some good vibes today.”

Rakhi hesitated, her emotions threatening to spill over, but Sunny nodded gently, encouraging her.

She stepped forward slowly, tipping the rice pot with her right foot, then dipped her toes into the vermillion water and walked inside, leaving crimson footprints on the marble floor.

The symbolism wasn’t lost on her.

Rakhi paused at the threshold, looked back once at the courtyard she’d entered trembling, and whispered to herself, “I don’t know how long it’ll take… but I’ll win Ma’s heart. No matter what it takes.”

And yet…

None of them knew…

The real storm was yet to come. And it had nothing to do with the slap or the marriage. It had everything to do with who Rakhi really was.

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To be continued.

Author's Note: Hi everyone who are reading this FF. I'm giving a really long update today as I will not be updating this FF till next August as I have my Ph.d submission in July. So I kindly request you all to wait patiently till August.

chapter 33

Ranbir's nighttime escapades are funny but alarming for Aryan. He doesn't want to be manhandled.

chapter 34

Sunny is intent on protecting Prachi and Rhea. That's a step in the right direction. But his animosity against Aryan remains.

chapter 35

Aliya is the lady of the house, so obviously she wants to be doing the Aarti.

Even the lost daughter has returned home. Only, she doesn't know it yet.

Shahana and Aryan need to claim their stake. Don't let other push them towards people they don't want.

chapter 36

Abhi and Pragya did not get to see Rakhi. But after so many years, how would they recognize her?

chapter 37

Aliya's turning up was fortunate since it forced Priyanka to back off from using the knife on Shahana.