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Rohan went and got married when he didn't even get divorced yet?

So brave of Tanya breaking off with Rohan. It is the better way. She is better off.

They will have Ajit marry Tanya now? This time they should let the people involved make the decision.

Chapter 10

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

A stunned silence settles over the Sippy Mansion like a thick fog. Naren's announcement hangs in the air—bold, unexpected, irreversible. Every family member remains frozen in their place.

Ajit and Tanya stare at him, dumbfounded, unable to respond or process what has just been said.

Breaking the stillness, Sonakshi quickly steps away from Veena's side, approaching Naren with urgency in her voice. "But Papa," she says, "how can you decide, just like that, that Ajit must carry the burden of his brother's sins?"

Naren glares at her, his tone laced with frustration as he snaps, "Just shut up, Sonakshi! Everything that's happening is because of you and your family!"

Sonakshi blinks, shocked. "Me?" she asks, voice trembling, "What did I do?"

Naren's anger spills over. "If you hadn't entered Rohit's life, then Rohan and Pari would never have crossed paths. None of this would have happened!"

Rohit immediately steps in, his voice raised in fury. "That's enough, Dad! You can't pin this all on Sonakshi! She didn't tell Rohan to cheat on Tanya—it was his own choice. So don't shift the blame onto her!"

"Oh really?" Naren counters, stepping closer. "Your wife is now a saint, is she? The perfect bahu of every household? Parvati herself, incapable of mistakes? Stop pretending her family isn't the root of half the mess in this house!"

Sonakshi gasps quietly, wounded by his words. She covers her mouth, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Ajit, standing off to the side, watches helplessly, heart aching at the sight.

Rohit's voice grows tighter, angrier. "Forget Sonakshi for a moment—what about Ajit? This is the 21st century, Dad! You can't just decide something so huge for your son without even asking him!"

Naren looks toward Ajit and says coldly, "Yes, I can't force him. But tell me—what has your brother ever accomplished to think he has the right to rebel against me? He's lived his whole life off my earnings, never taken responsibility for anything. So don't talk to me about rights!"

Ajit lowers his head, humiliated, while Rohit burns with indignation beside him.

EXT. UNDER-CONSTRUCTION BUILDING – NIGHT

Elsewhere, Rohan leads Pari and Suman through a narrow pathway surrounded by bricks and cement piles. The half-built apartment block looms in the shadows.

Suman eyes the mess warily and asks, "Rohan, why have you brought us here?"

Rohan smiles proudly. "Mom, this is my dream project—RP Flats. RP as in Rohan-Pari. I started this construction to publicly officialize our relationship. This flat," he gestures grandly, "was meant to be our home. So I thought... we could live here now."

Suman is taken aback. Pari, meanwhile, glances around at the dusty, incomplete surroundings. A flicker of disgust crosses her face, but she quickly hides it with a polite smile and says softly, "That's... wonderful, Ro."

Suman looks at her daughter, surprised, but says nothing.

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – LATER

Back at the mansion, tension explodes.

Rohit and Naren's shouting match rattles the walls. Veena, Sonakshi, YK, and Nishi try to intervene, but their efforts are drowned out by the escalating conflict.

Finally, Tanya, unable to bear it any longer, screams, "Enough!"

The room goes quiet.

She steps forward, voice shaking but resolute. "This is my life—and Ajit's. If anyone should make this decision, it's us. Not you," she looks to Naren, "and not you," she turns to Rohit.

A heavy silence follows.

Naren and Rohit, chastised by her clarity, fall silent. Tanya turns and rushes to her room, Veena close behind.

One by one, the others drift away, leaving only Ajit and Sonakshi standing in the dim living room.

Ajit remains still, staring into space, stunned by everything that has unfolded.

Sonakshi gently approaches him. "Ajit... are you okay?" she asks softly.

He turns slowly. "Bhabhi," he says, "I... I need to talk to you."

Sonakshi nods. "Of course. Go ahead—I'm here for you."

Ajit glances around. "Not here, Bhabhi... in my room."

She nods again. "Alright. Let's go."

INT. AJIT'S ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

Inside the room, the weight of silence settles again.

Sonakshi turns to face him. "Tell me, Ajit. You're still bothered by what Papa said, aren't you? Don't worry, you saw how Rohit stood up for you. And I promise—we'll never let anyone force you into anything."

But before she can say more, Ajit interrupts, voice calm but firm, "Bhabhi... I'm ready to marry Tanya."

Sonakshi's eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat. She stares at him, stunned, as if the walls themselves had shifted around them.

"Ajit..." she whispers, not knowing what to say next.

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Chapter 11

INT. AJIT'S BEDROOM – SIPPY MANSION – NIGHT

Sonakshi stands frozen, the weight of Ajit's declaration crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her voice trembles as she stammers, "What... what did you just say, Ajit?"

Ajit closes his eyes, takes a breath, and replies steadily, "You heard me right, Bhabhi. I'm ready to marry Tanya. I've accepted Dad's decision."

Sonakshi blinks in disbelief, her voice rising with concern. "Ajit, have you lost your mind? Do you even realise what you're saying?"

"I do," Ajit says firmly. "And I've made this decision with a clear head."

"But why?" she presses. "Why would you agree to something so life-altering without a reason?"

Ajit lowers his gaze, falling into silence for a moment. Memories of suppressed feelings for Tanya flash through his mind—her strength, her dignity, the silent admiration he always carried.

EXT. RP FLATS – BANDRA – NIGHT

Meanwhile, in a half-constructed building strewn with cement bags and bricks, Rohan leads Pari and Suman inside.

Suman eyes the place with distaste. "Rohan, why have you brought us here?" she asks.

Rohan gestures around. "This is RP Flats—Rohan and Pari. I started this project to solidify our relationship. I thought we could stay here... at least for now."

Pari forces a smile but internally cringes at the surroundings. Suman pulls her aside and whispers, "Pari, what are you doing? Why are you agreeing to live in this dungeon?"

Pari glances over her shoulder to ensure Rohan isn't listening, then says through gritted teeth, "Mom, I know this place is awful. I'm married to the son of a billionaire family, and yet here I am. But what choice do I have? Veena Sippy has thrown us out and warned us never to return. And Tanya—Tanya is enjoying the status, wealth, and rights that should've been mine! She's Rohan's ex-wife!"

Suman sighs dramatically and mutters, "She's getting everything because she's carrying Rohan's child—an heir to the Sippy legacy. And that's exactly what you should do."

Pari looks confused. "Do what?"

"Become the mother of Rohan's child," Suman declares, tapping her on the forehead.

Pari is taken aback but then slowly breaks into a wicked smile. Suman smirks in satisfaction and says, "Now that you've understood, just follow through—and the Sippy Mansion will be yours again." Then, glancing off thoughtfully, she murmurs, "I wonder what's happening there now..."

INT. AJIT'S BEDROOM – SIPPY MANSION

Back in the mansion, Sonakshi snaps her fingers gently in front of Ajit, bringing him back from his thoughts. "Ajit, I asked you something—you haven't answered. What made you take this decision?"

Ajit recalls Naren's harsh words—calling him irresponsible, blaming Sonakshi—and then takes a deep breath. "I want to prove myself, Bhabhi. And I want to remove the stain of the accusations Papa placed on you."

Sonakshi looks puzzled. "But how does marrying Tanya prove anything? And how does it help me? You're the one making the sacrifice. You're starting to sound more like Parvati than I do in Kahaani Parvati Ki!"

Ajit chuckles softly, then speaks with quiet conviction, "I want to take responsibility—for Tanya and her child. I want to prove I'm not the spoiled brat Dad claims I am. And as for you... you'll understand when the time is right."

Still unsure, Sonakshi probes further. "Ajit, do you truly understand what you're saying? Tanya is your brother's ex-wife... and she's carrying his child."

Ajit's tone sharpens with conviction. "That's the problem with our society, Bhabhi. A divorced man with a child is free to marry anyone—even a young unmarried woman. But a divorced woman? She's expected to remain alone or settle for someone with a broken past. Why this hypocrisy?"

He takes her hand and adds, "I'm making this choice with a full heart. I don't care that Tanya was married to Rohan—because he never gave her the love, respect, or security she deserved. I will."

Sonakshi is deeply moved. A small smile curves her lips as she says, "Papa was wrong about you, Ajit. You're far more responsible than he thinks. But... will Tanya agree?"

Ajit hesitates. "That's what I need to find out. Bhabhi, can you help me? Just give me a chance to speak to her—alone."

Sonakshi nods gently. "Come with me."

INT. ROHAN AND TANYA'S ROOM – LATER

Tanya lies on the bed, eyes red from crying. Veena sits beside her, gently rubbing her hand.

"Why, Ma?" Tanya murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "Why are all the big decisions in my life made by others? My father decided I'd marry Rohan. Rohan decided to abandon me. And now Naren Papa has decided I should marry Ajit. Why do I never get to choose for myself?"

Veena's heart breaks. "Tanya, please stop crying. You barely recovered the last time... I'm afraid your health—and the baby—can't handle another breakdown."

Just then, Sonakshi walks in.

"Mamma, let me speak to Tanya for a while," she says gently.

Veena nods in exhaustion. "Please... just don't upset her. Her condition is still fragile."

Once Veena leaves, Sonakshi looks toward the door and subtly signals. Ajit steps in quietly.

Tanya's eyes widen at the sight of him. Sonakshi moves toward the door. "Tanya, Ajit wants to speak with you. He's here because... he has something important to say."

Ajit inches closer. "Please don't panic, Tanya. I know things are fragile right now, but... what I'm going to say might come as a shock."

Tanya wipes her cheeks and meets his eyes. "Ajit, I've weathered enough storms. Whatever it is, I can take it. Just say it."

Ajit takes a deep breath.

Then, softly—but clearly—he asks,
"Will you marry me, Tanya?"

Tanya's eyes widen, stunned. Silence envelops the room.

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Chapter 12

INT. ROHAN AND TANYA'S BEDROOM – SIPPY MANSION – NIGHT

Tanya stares at Ajit in disbelief, eyes wide. "What did you just say?" she whispers, sitting upright in shock.

Ajit glances at Sonakshi, gesturing gently for some privacy. Understanding, Sonakshi quietly nods and slips out, closing the door behind her.

Ajit takes a slow step forward. "Please... just listen to me, Tanya. I told you not to panic."

Tanya's eyes glisten as she shakes her head. "Ajit, why? Why would you agree to marry someone like me—a divorced woman, a mother-to-be? Is this some kind of guilt? Pressure from Papa? What possible reason do you have?"

Ajit's jaw tightens as he exhales deeply. "No. This has nothing to do with pressure or helplessness. And you're not 'someone like me', Tanya—you're... you. You're strong. Brave. And you don't deserve to go through this alone."

Tanya scoffs slightly, her voice bitter. "Then what? You're doing this to fix your own mistakes? To prove a point to your family? To pay back Sonakshi Bhabhi?"

Ajit shakes his head. "That's only part of it, yes. I do want to redeem myself. I do want to prove that I'm not the failure Dad thinks I am. But more than all that, Tanya..."

He swallows, stepping closer. His voice trembles now, vulnerable for the first time. "I want to marry you... because I love you."

Tanya stiffens. Her breath catches.

"I've loved you silently for a long time now," Ajit continues. "Even when you were with Rohan... even when I watched you smile through pain, try to make that marriage work, try to hold everything together. And every time he hurt you, every time I saw you cry—I wished I could take your place and protect you from it all. But I knew I had no right... so I stayed quiet."

Tanya's eyes flicker, unsettled by the raw honesty in his voice. Her own feelings, long buried beneath duty and disappointment, threaten to rise.

"I never imagined I'd ever get the chance to say this," Ajit says, stepping closer. "But now that I have, I won't lie. Yes, I want to redeem myself for my past mistakes. Yes, I want to make things right with my family. But more than all that—I want to build something real with you. I want to love you openly. I want to be a father to your child. Not Rohan's child—our child, if you'll let me."

Tanya blinks back tears. Her lips tremble as she whispers, "Ajit... I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything right now," Ajit replies gently. "I know you're confused. I know your heart's been shattered. But I'm not asking you to love me back right away. I'm just asking for a chance. A chance to prove that I'm not like my brother. That I will never abandon you. Never give you a reason to doubt your worth again."

Tanya's voice quivers. "You don't know what it feels like, Ajit. To be discarded like I meant nothing. To be treated like a burden, even while carrying his child..."

Ajit reaches out, gently taking her hand. "Then let me show you what it feels like to be cherished. Let me replace that pain with peace. Let me love you the way you deserve."

A tear rolls down Tanya's cheek. She looks into his eyes—searching, uncertain—but finds no trace of doubt or deceit. Only sincerity. Warmth. Hope.

"I... I had feelings for you once," she admits shakily, "but I never thought... not after everything... not like this..."

Ajit smiles softly. "Maybe this is how it was meant to be, Tanya. Not in some perfect way. But in a way that's real. Let's not be defined by what broke us. Let's build something from what's left."

A long pause.

Tanya finally lets out a trembling breath and nods, tears still falling—but now, they carry a strange sense of release.

"I'll give you that chance," she says quietly. "But please... don't ever make me regret it."

Ajit gently lifts her hand to his lips and kisses it. "Never."

They look at each other—two people, both bruised but willing to try. For love. For healing. For something better.

INT. RP FLATS – BANDRA – NIGHT

Rohan rummages through scattered papers, frustrated, searching for an important file related to his struggling construction business. His brows are furrowed, tension radiating from him.

Just then, he hears soft footsteps. He turns—and freezes.

Pari stands in the doorway, dressed in a provocative silk nightwear that clings to her curves. Rohan's jaw drops slightly in disbelief, caught completely off guard.

She strolls toward him with a sultry smile, gently trailing her index finger down his chest as she murmurs, "You look really stressed, Rohan... why don't I help you take your mind off things?"

Before he can respond, she begins unbuttoning his shirt. Rohan quickly grabs her hands, startled.

"Wait, Pari," he says hesitantly, "don't you think it's too soon to take our relationship... this far? Look at my situation—I've been thrown out of the Sippy Mansion, I have no property, no money, nothing left but a failing business. In this state, if we—"

Pari silences him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shhh," she whispers seductively, "don't think so much. Just live in the moment... everything else will fall into place."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she presses her lips to his. Rohan momentarily resists, but soon gives in—lost in her kiss, in her touch, in the illusion of comfort she offers.

They fall into a passionate embrace.

Later, as Rohan lies asleep, drained and unaware, Pari remains awake beside him. She turns slightly to look at him and smirks, a glint of triumph in her eyes.

"Soon," she thinks wickedly, "I'll become the mother of junior Sippy... and return to the Sippy Mansion—not as an outsider, but as family. Just like I stole Rohan from Tanya, I'll steal her place in that house too."

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – SAME NIGHT

Tension hangs heavy in the room. All the Sippy family members, along with Tanya's father, are seated in silence, heads hung low. The echoes of Naren and Rohit's earlier argument still seem to reverberate through the house.

Mohini sighs in frustration, muttering, "I just don't understand what's happening anymore. Rohan abandons Tanya for Pari, and now to patch things up, Naren wants Ajit—his youngest son—to marry the divorced wife of his second son? What kind of twisted logic is this?"

Rohit, seated nearby, clenches his jaw. "Don't worry, Badi Mamma," he says, his voice strained, "Mamma and Papa are just reacting out of panic to protect the family's name. They didn't even consider what Ajit and Tanya might feel. I'm sure both of them will never agree to this absurd proposal."

Just then, a calm but clear voice speaks from behind.

"Bhai... Tanya and I are ready to get married."

Everyone turns in unison.

Ajit stands there with Tanya by his side, both composed, but their decision radiating through the stunned silence. Rohit's eyes widen in shock, as if the ground beneath him has slipped away. Gasps ripple across the room. Every single face is marked with disbelief.

What began as damage control has now become a turning point.

And no one saw it coming.

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Chapter 13

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – DAY

A stunned silence follows Ajit's announcement. Every eye in the room is fixed on him and Tanya. Rohit quickly strides forward, his voice sharp with disbelief.

"Are you both in your senses?" he demands. "What made you agree to Dad's decision?"

Ajit remains calm, holding Tanya's hand gently. "Bhai, I know it's a lot to take in. But trust me—this wasn't imposed on us. We discussed it at length, thought about it thoroughly, and this is what we chose. No one forced us."

Rohit's eyes widen in disbelief. He's about to respond when Naren steps in, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Is that enough for you, Rohit?" Naren says smugly. "Now that Ajit and Tanya themselves have accepted my suggestion, do you still have an objection?"

Rohit glares at his father, his fists clenched. Before he can speak, Ajit raises his voice, cutting through the tension.

"I agreed to marry Tanya," Ajit says firmly, "but not for you, Dad. I did it for Sonakshi bhabhi."

Everyone turns to him, stunned. Naren frowns in confusion. "Sonakshi? What does she have to do with this?"

Ajit takes a deep breath. His eyes are clouded with remorse.

"There's something none of you know. A while back... I got into gambling. I racked up a debt of one crore. I was scared, ashamed... and I made the worst mistake of my life—I cheated Sonakshi bhabhi and forced her to pay it off. She did it quietly, without telling anyone, just to save me from disgrace."

Gasps echo through the room. Rohit turns to Sonakshi, eyes filled with a mix of shock and guilt.

Veena walks up to Ajit and slaps him across the cheek—hard, but not without tears in her eyes.

"Shame on you, Ajit!" she says, trembling. "One son betrays his wife, and the other deceives his bhabhi. How did we go so wrong with you boys?"

Sonakshi quickly steps forward, placing a hand on Veena's shoulder. "Mamma, please... he was desperate. Yes, he wronged me, but he's repenting. He's left that path behind, and today, he's taking this step to restore his dignity and our family's name."

Veena looks at Sonakshi, overwhelmed. She clasps her hands in gratitude. "I don't know what I did in my past life to deserve a daughter-in-law like you."

Sonakshi smiles gently and says, "Please don't embarrass me, Mamma. Ajit is like my own brother. If I helped him, I did it for family."

Naren, deeply moved, steps forward. "Sonakshi... I owe you an apology. I've misunderstood you, blamed you for Rohan's sins, and treated you unfairly. Forgive me."

Sonakshi's voice softens with emotion. "Papa, please. You've always been like a father to me. I lost my own father young—and when I came here, I felt I had one again. Don't ever say sorry."

Naren nods, tears glistening in his eyes.

As the atmosphere softens, Sonakshi looks around and says, "Now that Ajit and Tanya have made their decision with full clarity and mutual respect, I think we should all support them."

Everyone slowly begins to nod in agreement.

YK turns to Naren. "But Bhai, how and when do we get them married?"

Nishi chimes in, "Honestly, I think we should keep it as low-profile as possible. But with Sonakshi's celebrity status, that might be impossible to pull off."

Pooja perks up from the couch. "Why don't we just arrange a court marriage? That way it stays private and simple."

Everyone pauses, considering the idea. Rohit finally speaks, "It's actually not a bad idea. We could call the registrar to the mansion and make it official here, within the family."

Naren nods. "I'll take care of the arrangements. YK, come with me?" The two men exit toward the study.

Tanya's father steps forward and turns to Veena. "It's been an overwhelming day for my daughter... but your family has shown her nothing but support and kindness. Thank you, Samdhan ji, for accepting Tanya even after her divorce."

He turns to Ajit and adds, "And thank you, Ajit, for giving her a new beginning."

Veena stops him with a raised hand. "Please don't thank us. Tanya came into this family as our daughter-in-law, and what happened wasn't her fault. It was our son's. We will make sure she gets all the love, respect, and peace she deserves."

She glances at the clock and continues, "It's late. Please stay here tonight. Tomorrow, once the formalities are over, you can return home in peace."

Tanya's father nods gratefully.

Veena then steps up to Ajit, cupping his cheek with her hand. "I was heartbroken to learn about your gambling... but what you're doing now for Tanya and her child has lifted my head with pride. I'm proud of you, Ajit."

Ajit smiles, deeply moved. "Thanks, Mom."

He turns to Tanya. "Thank you, Tanya... I know this wasn't an easy decision in the middle of everything you've been through. But I promise—I'll do everything I can to set things right and keep you happy."

Tanya looks at him, eyes moist, yet steady—her silence speaking volumes.

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – NEXT MORNING

The atmosphere is calm and ceremonial. The marriage registrar stamps the final document, then looks up and declares, "Congratulations—Ajit and Tanya are now legally married."

A round of applause erupts. Everyone smiles, a rare moment of unity after days of chaos. Ajit and Tanya exchange a silent but meaningful glance—an unspoken promise reflected in their eyes.

Just then, Nishi's brows knit in concern as she murmurs, "Wait—Rohan and Tanya's divorce isn't legally finalized yet. Could that cause an issue?"

The joy in the room falters. Naren and Veena share a tense glance, their smiles slowly fading into worry.

Before anyone can respond, the main door creaks open and Neha steps in, suitcase in hand, looking radiant and composed after returning from her business trip. With a cheerful smile, she announces, "Looks like I walked in at the perfect time!"

Everyone turns in surprise. Ajit's eyes widen as he sees her, visibly taken aback. "Neha...," he breathes.

She walks straight over to him, places her bag down, and without hesitation, wraps him in a warm hug. "You did it," she says softly, her voice steady but filled with layered emotion, "You made the right decision."

Ajit blinks, confused and touched, whispering, "You're not... surprised?"

Neha lets out a soft chuckle and pulls away to meet his eyes. "Oh, I'm surprised alright—but not because you married Tanya. I'm surprised it took you this long to step up and show the world the man you really are."

She turns to Tanya then, gently taking her hands. "Tanya, I may not know the full extent of what you've been through... but I know it takes immense strength to say yes to a second chance. And for that, I admire you."

Tanya smiles through the sheen of emotion in her eyes, clearly moved.

Neha then looks around at the room, her gaze firm as she addresses everyone. "We've seen too many men walk away from responsibility. For once, let's applaud a man who chose to walk toward it."

The room falls silent for a beat, absorbing the weight of her words. Naren lowers his eyes, moved by the grace and clarity in Neha's voice. Slowly, heads begin to nod in agreement.

Sonakshi leans toward Veena and whispers, "That's exactly what Ajit needed today."

Just as the tension begins to lift, Pooja raises her voice from the sofa, teasing, "Okay, now can we please stop worrying about legalities and focus on the fact that these two just got married? We'll sort everything else out!"

Laughter breaks out in the room, easing the atmosphere. Ajit glances over at Neha, mouthing a heartfelt, "Thank you."

Neha steps closer, her voice softer now, meant only for him. "Ajit, you chose your truth today. You chose the woman you've always loved—over convenience, over fear, even over me." She smiles gently. "And that's why I'll always respect you. Some people come into our lives to be a chapter. Tanya... was your whole story."

Ajit's eyes glisten, overwhelmed by her maturity and honesty. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Neha..."

She cuts in with a light smile. "You didn't. You just chose love. And no one should ever be punished for that."

She squeezes his hand one last time, then turns away—her posture proud, her heart intact.

Ajit watches her go with quiet gratitude, knowing that her blessing was the final piece he needed to truly begin again.

INT. RP FLATS – BANDRA – NIGHT

The dim glow of Rohan's phone illuminates his face as he scrolls through his WhatsApp messages. Suddenly, he freezes. His eyes widen in disbelief. A message flashes on his screen, and his grip on the phone loosens.

The device slips slightly from his hand onto the table.

Pari, hearing the faint clatter from the other room, walks in, draped in a satin robe.

"What happened, Rohan?" she asks, sensing the tension.

Rohan looks up at her, still processing the shock. His voice comes out low, almost stunned.

"Pari... Ajit and Tanya got married."

Pari's eyes widen in shock. "What?!"

Rohan just stares at his phone, unable to say more. The silence between them is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Mumbai traffic outside.

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Chapter 14

INT. RP FLATS – BANDRA – NIGHT

Pari stares at Rohan, stunned.
"What?" she blurts out in disbelief.

Rohan repeats calmly, though still processing the news himself, "Tanya and Ajit... they've gotten married."

Pari's eyes widen. Shock quickly morphs into indignation.
"That's disgusting," she snaps. "She lost you, so she went after your younger brother? How cheap!"

Rohan's expression darkens. "Stop it, Pari," he says firmly. "Tanya isn't like that. She would never stoop so low. I'm sure something else happened—some pressure from the family, maybe—that led her to this decision."

Pari folds her arms, her voice now edged with jealousy.
"Oh really, Rohan? If you have so much trust and respect for her, then why did you leave her for me in the first place? You should have just stayed with your dear, innocent Tanya!"

Rohan falters, caught off guard. After a moment, he quietly responds,
"Because I love you, Pari. And being in a loveless marriage is a curse—for both people. Tanya wasn't at fault for the way things ended, but I chose you."

But instead of pacifying her, Rohan's defense only fuels Pari's anger.
"Fine then," she snaps, "you can keep defending her all you want, but I'll never change my opinion. She married Ajit because she wanted back everything she lost the day you walked out on her. And I'm sure she'll do anything to get it."

With that, she storms out of the room, her fury echoing in her footsteps.

Rohan doesn't follow her. He simply lowers his eyes to his phone again, staring at the message confirming the marriage. His chest rises with a deep, unsettled breath.

INT. AJIT'S BEDROOM – SIPPY MANSION – NIGHT

Tanya sits stiffly on the edge of the bed, clenching the bedsheet in her fists. The silence in the room is thick with uncertainty. Just then, the door opens and Ajit steps inside.

Seeing him, Tanya immediately rises. The awkwardness is palpable.

Ajit quickly senses it and says gently, "You don't have to get up, Tanya."

He moves toward the bed, picks up a pillow and a blanket, and adds with a soft smile, "I'll crash on the divan. You make yourself comfortable here."

He turns to walk away when Tanya's voice stops him.

"Ajit," she says softly.

He turns back. Tanya meets his gaze and offers a faint, grateful smile. "Thank you."

Ajit freezes for a moment, caught off guard by her expression. He finds himself lost in her smile, his mind briefly drifting to the first time they met—an image flashing like a memory.

Tanya gently snaps him out of it. He looks down, embarrassed, then meets her eyes again.

"I know how awkward this is for you," he begins, "being thrust into a new relationship just after ending an old one. But I promise... I won't force anything. I won't take advantage of this relationship until we're both truly ready. You don't have to be afraid."

Tanya is surprised by the compassion in his voice. Her guarded expression softens, and again, she smiles.

Ajit feels something stir within him—an emotion he can't quite name. He looks away, trying to refocus, and then says hesitantly, "I don't know if anyone else has ever told you this... but I want to say it."

Tanya tilts her head curiously. "What is it, Ajit?"

He takes a breath and blurts, "You look really beautiful when you smile, Tanya."

Tanya blushes and looks away, caught off guard by the sudden compliment.

Ajit, flustered, sticks his tongue out awkwardly. "Anyway... it's late. We should both get some sleep."

Tanya nods with a faint chuckle. She lies down on the bed as Ajit settles onto the divan. Before turning off the lights, they share a warm glance.

"Good night," Tanya mouths.

"Good night," Ajit echoes with a smile.

As Ajit sleeps, Tanya opens her eyes again. She gazes at him in the darkness, replaying his words in her mind—You look beautiful when you smile—and slowly drifts off, a quiet contentment spreading through her.

WEEKS PASS

Tanya and Ajit grow closer, slowly but steadily. Their bond strengthens with quiet understanding and mutual support.

INT. AJIT'S ROOM – SIPPY MANSION – EARLY MORNING

Sunlight spills through the curtains. Tanya, draped in a soft robe, walks in with two mugs of coffee. Ajit is seated on the floor, papers scattered around him as he works on a hospital layout plan.

Tanya kneels beside him and hands him a mug.
"Black, no sugar. Just the way your panic likes it."

Ajit chuckles and accepts the mug with a grateful nod. Their fingers brush for a second longer than necessary.

"I swear, Tanya, you're more organized than my assistant," he mutters, sipping the coffee.

She smirks.
"Maybe I should start charging."

They share a smile—simple, warm, unspoken.

INT. KITCHEN – SIPPY MANSION – NIGHT

Tanya stands barefoot, chopping vegetables. Her hair is tied messily, and there's a streak of flour on her cheek.

Ajit walks in, watching her for a moment, then rolls up his sleeves and joins her at the counter.

"You're overworking yourself," he says softly.

Tanya glances at him. "So? Cooking is the least I can do."

He gently takes the knife from her hand and replaces it with a glass of water.
"You've done enough today. Let me handle this."

Tanya watches as Ajit awkwardly tries to knead dough. Flour ends up everywhere.

She bursts into laughter. Ajit glares playfully.
"Oh really? Laughing at me?"

"I can't help it!" she says between giggles. "You're holding that rolling pin like it's a surgical scalpel."

He grins, grabs a pinch of flour, and smudges it across her nose.

She gasps in mock outrage.
"Oh, it's war now, Sippy!"

A soft chase begins around the kitchen island—lighthearted, silly, romantic.

They stop, breathless and flushed. For a brief moment, silence takes over.

Ajit slowly reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Their eyes lock.

The air shifts. Neither says a word. But something lingers.

EXT. GARDEN – EVENING

The setting sun bathes the garden in golden light. Tanya, now heavily pregnant, walks slowly along the path. Ajit follows beside her, gently holding her hand to steady her.

She suddenly stops and leans against a tree, tired.

"You okay?" he asks with concern.

She nods. "Just... a little heavy today."

Without another word, Ajit kneels, takes off her slippers, and begins massaging her swollen feet.

Tanya is shocked. "Ajit! You don't have to—"

"I want to," he cuts her off gently. "You carry our baby all day. Let me carry your burden, even if just for a few minutes."

There's a long silence. Tanya's eyes brim with tears as she watches the care in his every movement.
"Why are you so good to me?"

Ajit lifted his eyes to meet hers, a quiet fire glowing within.

"Because somewhere between holding your hand, wiping your tears, and losing myself in your laughter... I fell deeper in love with you than I ever imagined possible."

Tanya's breath caught. The walls she'd built around her heart trembled, her eyes misting as she looked at the man who had become her calm, her constant.

There was no rush, no demand—just a long, soul-searching pause. And then, almost instinctively, Tanya leaned in. Ajit met her halfway. Their lips brushed gently—tentative at first, like a question waiting for an answer.

But the answer was clear.

The kiss deepened, soft and aching, carrying months of unspoken feelings, silent support, and slowly blooming love. It wasn't about passion—it was about promise. A promise of something real. Something lasting.

When they finally pulled away, foreheads resting against each other, Tanya smiles through her tears.
"I think... I'm falling for you once again."

Ajit exhales, overwhelmed, a hand still resting on her cheek.
"I'll wait for you—at your pace, every step."

And with the setting sun behind them and their hearts beating in sync, they sit in silence, knowing something beautiful has finally begun.

Ajit's professional life begins to thrive. As the Facility Manager of the Sippy Hospital, he oversees a major expansion. Tanya, now nine and a half months pregnant, helps him manage presentations, equipment lists, and logistics, standing firmly beside him as both a companion and a confidante.

INT. AJIT'S BEDROOM – SIPPY MANSION – EVENING

Ajit walks in, looking visibly nervous.

"Tanya, tomorrow's the biggest day of my career. I have to present the new tech and facility upgrades to our international clients... and I swear, I feel like I'm going to faint."

Tanya chuckles and walks over to him, her belly now prominent with her due date near.

She takes his hands and places them gently on her baby bump.

Startled, Ajit looks at her.

Tanya smiles playfully.
"Even Junior Ajit Sippy is laughing at you. He's saying, 'Come on, Papa, you've got this! Me and my mamma—we're with you.'"

Ajit is overwhelmed, his eyes misting. He slowly lowers his head and rests it against her belly.

"Thanks, baby," he murmurs. "I'm just waiting to meet you."

Then, he lifts his head and adds, "But tell your mamma—you're not Junior Ajit Sippy. You're Junior Tanya Ajit Sippy."

Tanya gasps and laughs at his words.

Ajit, his voice filled with emotion, continues, "Thank you, Tanya. You've been my strength when I needed it most."

He pulls her into a hug, unexpectedly. Tanya is taken aback for a second, but then melts into his embrace.

In that quiet moment, something shifts.

Neither of them says it aloud, but both feel it—something real is growing between them, something more than gratitude or companionship.

INT. RP FLATS – BANDRA – NEXT MORNING

Inside the bathroom, Pari stares at her reflection in the mirror, her hands trembling. She slowly lifts a pregnancy test strip.

Her eyes widen. Her lips part in a gasp.

"I'm... pregnant," she whispers, stunned.

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To be continued.

Chapter 15

INT. RP FLATS – BANDRA – DAY

Pari walks out of the bathroom, pregnancy test kit trembling in her hand. Her face is pale with shock. She stares at the two lines for a long moment, then whispers to herself, "I'm... pregnant."

Cut to Rohan, seated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Pari walks in slowly, her eyes still wide.

"Rohan," she says, almost breathlessly.

He looks up. "Yeah?"

Pari takes a deep breath, then says, "I'm pregnant."

Rohan's expression freezes. "What?"

"You heard me right," she says, stepping closer and hugging him tightly. "We're having a baby."

But Rohan doesn't react the way she expected. He gently pulls away, concern clouding his features. "Pari, since the day I left the Sippy Mansion, I've lost everything—my status, my money, and my business is falling apart. How can we bring a child into this mess?"

Pari scoffs, rolling her eyes. "God, Rohan, stop being so dramatic. This baby isn't a problem—it's our ticket back into the Sippy Mansion."

Rohan frowns in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Think about it!" Pari says, her voice laced with ambition. "Your family allowed Tanya to stay under their roof and even got her married to your younger brother—all because she was pregnant with your child! If they could forgive her, why wouldn't they accept us, now that I'm carrying your baby?"

Rohan looks stunned, as realization dawns on him. "So this... this was all part of your plan? You got pregnant on purpose?"

Pari, now visibly irritated, snaps, "Oh come on, Rohan. You're the heir to one of the richest families in Mumbai—the Sippys! You expect me to waste my life in this dingy flat when I could be living in luxury as one of the Sippy daughters-in-law?"

Rohan looks heartbroken. "I thought you were content... happy with the simple life we were building."

Pari crosses her arms, exasperated. "Simple? Rohan, where's Sippy Mansion and where's this hole-in-the-wall RP flat? There's no comparison! Now enough of this—pack your bags. We're going back. Once your family hears the news, they won't dare shut the door on us."

She storms off to pack, leaving Rohan standing still, disillusioned, and silently staring at the woman he once thought he loved.

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – DAY

Veena, Mohini, and Pooja sit discussing Pooja's upcoming modeling campaign. The men are out, Sonakshi is on her way back. The doorbell rings.

"Vimmi, see who it is," Veena says to the househelp.

Vimmi opens the door and gasps. "Rohan... and Pari..."

Veena hears the hesitation in her voice and turns around. Her eyes widen with fury as she sees the couple standing at the door.

"How dare you come here, Rohan?" she shouts, storming to the door. "I made it clear—I've severed all ties with you!"

Rohan tries to speak, but Veena pushes him harshly, sending him stumbling backward.

Pari rushes to him, shocked. But before she can react, Veena turns on her. "And you? Did you need a personal invitation?"

She grabs Pari's arm, about to push her out when Rohan shouts in desperation, "MOM! STOP! Pari is pregnant!"

Everyone freezes.

Veena lets go of Pari instinctively, who loses balance. But just in time, Sonakshi arrives and catches her.

Sonakshi, having heard Rohan's words, looks at Pari with disbelief. "Pari... is it true? Are you really pregnant?"

Pari, breathing hard, nods.

The room falls into stunned silence.

Sonakshi turns to Veena. "Mamma, I know you're angry, and you have every reason to be. But this is now a family matter. We should at least listen... and talk about it inside."

Veena hesitates, still fuming, but Mohini gently places a hand on her shoulder.

"She's right, Veena. We should handle this privately."

Pooja agrees. "Let's hear them out first."

Reluctantly, Veena steps aside. "Fine. Come in."

Rohan and Pari enter. Pari can't hide the smug satisfaction creeping across her face. I've made it back in. And now, I'll make sure I never leave this house again, she thinks.

Veena quickly instructs Pooja, "Go check if Tanya is still asleep. I don't want her dragged into this right now."

Pooja hurries upstairs. Peeking into Tanya and Ajit's room, she sees Tanya peacefully asleep. She turns to leave when—

"What's going on, Pooja?" Tanya's voice calls out.

Pooja freezes.

INT. SIPPY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

Downstairs, Veena faces Rohan and Pari with a cold glare.

"Why have you come back?" she demands. "We cut you off. We made our decision."

Rohan pleads, "Mom, ever since I left, everything has gone wrong. My business is in ruins, we're living in a rundown flat, and now with Pari pregnant... we don't even have a safe place to raise the baby."

"You think that's our problem?" Veena retorts.

Pari steps forward, her tone bold. "You allowed Tanya to stay here and even married her to Ajit just because she was pregnant with Rohan's child. What's the difference now that I'm carrying his baby?"

Veena's jaw tightens, speechless at Pari's audacity.

Suddenly, Tanya's voice echoes from the staircase, loud and clear.

"She's absolutely right."

Everyone turns to see Tanya standing tall at the top of the stairs.

"If being pregnant gave me the right to stay in this house and have a second chance, then so does Pari. She has the same right I did."

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To be continued.

Naren dais stuff that no one needed to hear. Ajit should only marry if he wishes to.