"Where is my son?!"

Shikhar growled at the receptionist.

"Calm down, Bhai Sahab. She looks scared. Let me ask her calmly,"

Saksham's father said, addressing the receptionist.

"Can you please tell us if there's any room booked under the name Hriday Singh Shekhawat?"

The receptionist, already nervous, looked at the laptop hurriedly.

"Y-Yes sir, it's room number 3302."

"Keys!" Shikhar demanded.

The manager rushed toward them.

"Sir, my name is Girish Maal. How may I help you?"

"Tell her to give us the keys to the room where my son is staying!"

Shikhar said.

The manager looked at him, clearly anxious. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Gaurav stepped forward, gently pulling Shikhar back and taking the lead.

"Sorry for the behavior, but we're really tense. We just want to check the room."

The manager gestured to the receptionist to hand over the keys.

She gave the keys to Gaurav.

Mayank, Shikhar, Dilen, Saksham, and Gaurav walked ahead.

They were in the lift when Mayank received a call from home. It was Isha calling.

He answered.

"Hello, Mayank beta, did you find Hriday?"

He heard Maithili's panicked voice.

"Aunty, we're in the lift. We're on our way to check the room."

"Please don't cut the call, beta. I want to see my son-healthy and safe."

"Aunty, please calm down."

Mayank could hear Isha trying to comfort Maithili, who then broke into sobs.

The lift stopped, and they walked out. The manager accompanied them to the room.

"Sir, let me open it."

The manager unlocked the door, and they entered.

What they saw shocked them-Hriday was fast asleep on the bed. Seeing him safe and sound, Shikhar stormed toward him.

Still in deep sleep, Hriday didn't stir until Shikhar slapped his cheeks gently, waking him.

Hriday opened his eyes and stared at the group, startled to see so many people in the room.

Before he could say anything, Shikhar pulled him into a tight hug.

"Where were you?! We were so scared! Your mother's been crying non-stop!"

"Dad, I-"

"Umm..."

A soft female voice interrupted. Everyone turned their eyes toward the bed.

A woman was lying beside Hriday.

Hriday's eyes widened as he tried to cover her with the blanket, but it was too late-they had already seen her face. Realizing she was wearing his shirt, they quickly looked away.

Mayank took charge.

"Uncle, I think we should wait outside."

Without a word, Shikhar was the first to walk out, followed by Gaurav and Mr. Disuza.

Saksham exited next. The manager stood outside and, seeing them leave, scoffed.

"They acted like something serious happened, but their son's busy spending nights here. Rich people and their dramas."

Unfortunately, Saksham overheard.

"Mind your language! I won't tolerate you speaking badly about my Bhai and Bhabhi!"

Saksham snapped.

The manager looked down, embarrassed.

Mayank stepped out and noticed Saksham fuming.

He held Saksham's wrist and walked with him.

"Mayank Bhai, you don't know what he just said! That bastard-how dare he!"

"Saksham, we were at fault, right? We made everyone worry. Right now, we should be thinking about how to stand by Hriday, not waste energy on that stupid manager."

Saksham nodded as they reached the parking area.

Shikhar was already seated in the car, looking disheartened.

The scene had left him shaken and confused. He couldn't believe his son had done this-and with Gauri, whom he trusted so much. He had always treated her like a daughter.

Gaurav looked at Saksham.

"Bhai Sahab is very upset. We're going home. I want you and Mayank to stay here and bring Hriday home directly. A lot has happened already-we don't need more drama. We can't keep Maithili calm for long. Be quick and get your Bhai home."

Gaurav and Dilen drove away with Shikhar.

Back in the hotel room, Hriday noticed Gauri waking up. She looked confused, then alarmed, realizing people had been in the room-and had seen them together.

She glanced down. She was wearing his shirt.

Hriday picked up his phone from the nightstand and widened his eyes-it was flooded with missed calls from his father, mother, and others.

He looked at Gauri, who was nervously scanning the room.

"W-What will we do now?"

Gauri asked, worried.

Hriday approached her and gently cupped her face.

"Sweetheart, we'll tell them the truth-about us."

Gauri nodded.

"I never wanted to reveal our relationship like this, Hriday."

"I know. But we can't change what's happened. First, we need to go home. I did inform them we were stuck, but I don't know how Dad and the others ended up here!"

Hriday said, frustrated.

"Hriday, calm down. Let's go home."

At home, the living room was crowded. Shikhar entered and Maithili rushed to him.

"Where is my son?"

She asked urgently.

"Maithili, he's fine,"

Shikhar replied.

"If he's fine, then why didn't he come back with you? Is he okay? Tell me, Shikhar-I'm scared!"

"Maithili, can you please stop? We're all worried about our son-sorry, our son-but he doesn't seem to understand our concern. He was there, and I can't even say what we saw..."

Shikhar slumped onto the sofa. Everyone looked confused.

"What happened there, Gaurav ji?"

Mansi asked her husband.

"Mansi, when we reached the room, we saw Hriday and Gauri together."

Everyone looked shocked.

"But Papa, Gauri went with Bhai, right? She should've been with him!"

"Yes, but we found them... in an inappropriate position. I'm sorry, but it's true. Even Bhai Sahab saw it, and that's why he's so upset."

"See! I've told you thousands of times, Maithili-this girl isn't right! But you people kept sympathizing with her!"

Mansi said sharply.

Maithili sat down, overwhelmed. This couldn't be true.

"She's sweet. She's innocent..."

Maithili whispered.

"Innocent?! She caught a big fish-and our Hriday got manipulated!"

"Hriday is not a child, Mansi!" Shikhar defended.

"You're still supporting her, Bhai Sahab?! Fine, do what you want-but that girl is cunning!"

"Ssh! Mansi, please! Let me speak to my son before we blame anyone. I want to know the whole truth first." Maithili said.

"Maithili-"

"No more, Mansi! Let's wait for Hriday. I raised him with good values. I don't believe he would do anything wrong. But I want to hear it from him."

Harshvardhan, the grandfather, said firmly.

The room fell silent.

Isha sat beside Maithili and held her hand.

"Aunty, please don't worry. Everything will be okay."

Outside the hotel, Hriday and Gauri found Mayank and Saksham waiting with a new car.

"Sir, quickly!"

Mayank called.

Mayank drove, Saksham sat in front, and Hriday and Gauri were in the back seat.

"How did Dad and the others find us?"

Hriday asked.

"Why didn't you pick up our calls, huh?!"

Mayank snapped.

"Watch your language! I told you I was with Gauri. Then my phone went off-I don't know why."

"You don't know?! Let me tell you something-today, you're going to get a proper beating from your family. And I'll add a few punches too!"

"Talking to you is pointless! Saksham, you tell me what happened."

Saksham sighed.

"Bhai, a lot happened. Long story short-when you didn't come home, everyone was worried. Mayank Bhai and Isha Bhabhi said you'd be late, but then a police officer showed up."

Hriday and Gauri looked confused.

"The officer mentioned a car accident near the hills. The license plate matched yours. One person died on the spot and the other was critical. Everyone panicked. Mausi fainted."

"Shikhar uncle said it was nonsense. He asked me if I knew where you were. We tracked your location-and here we are."

Mayank added.

"Bhabhi, don't be scared. We're with you. Mausi isn't strict-she'll forgive you. Dadaji too. Mausa ji might take time, but he'll come around."

Saksham assured her.

"Don't worry, Gauri. Everything will be alright. Hriday never abandons those he loves."

Mayank said.

Gauri looked at him in surprise-Mayank knew about them?

"Sweetheart, I'll handle everything,"

Hriday said, holding her hand.

They arrived home and entered the living room, greeted by silence.

"Where were you, Hriday?!"

Harshvardhan's voice thundered.

Gauri trembled slightly. Hriday tightened his grip on her hand and stepped forward. Mayank and Saksham stood beside him.

"I was with Gauri."

"And what exactly were you doing with her in a room?"

Mansi scoffed.

"Mansi, let Uncle speak. Don't interrupt,"

Gaurav warned.

Mansi ignored him, staring at their joined hands.

"Look at their hands!"

she whispered to Maithili.

"Let's sit and talk calmly,"

Harshvardhan said. The elders sat; the younger ones stood.

"Do you have something to explain?"

Hriday looked at Gauri, then back.

"Dadaji, I love her. And there's a truth you all should know before judging us."

"Hriday, what are you saying? She's married!"

Maithili cried.

"That's what I'm trying to say-"

"I didn't raise you to do something like this, Hriday!"

Shikhar cut in.

"Dad, I didn't play with her. I love her. She loves me. We're a couple-"

"Oh, God! Have some shame!"

Mansi shouted.

"Masi, I'm not ashamed. We didn't do anything wrong."

"See, Maithili? This girl did some black magic on him! Look how he's talking to his own aunt!"

Mansi accused.

"Masi, don't say that. Gauri is innocent."

Mayank defended.

Isha looked shocked.

"Mayank, don't support her. Shikar uncle, Maithili aunty, everyone gave her shelter, and this is how she repays them."

"Isha, don't speak on what you don't understand."

Isha fell silent.

"Hriday, you could get any girl in the world. Why her? She's married!"

"Because she's married to me. She's my wife!"

Hriday announced.

Everyone gasped.

"What are you saying, Hriday?! Are you out of your mind?!"

Maithili exclaimed.

"I'm not, Mom. Gauri is my wife, and I want everyone to accept her."

"Then why didn't you tell us earlier? When did you two get married?"

Gaurav asked.

"Six months ago. I didn't tell you because it wasn't the right time. I asked Gauri to wait, and she did."

Hriday explained.

Gauri looked at him in surprise. He was taking all the blame.

"But why hide the relationship?"

Mansi pressed.

"I can't tell you the reason right now. But now that you know, you should accept her."

"No, we will not! Even if everyone else does, I won't!"

Maithili said firmly. She was heartbroken. Her own son had kept such a huge secret from her. The girl she loved like a daughter had betrayed her.

"Mom-"

"Not another word, Hriday! I will never accept her as my daughter-in-law. That's final!"

Maithili said, walking away into her room. Gauri watched her leave with tear-filled eyes.

"I didn't expect this from you, Hriday. Seems like we failed as parents,"

Shikhar said before following Maithili.

"Look at her. She came and built a wall between a son and his parents," Mansi added.

"Mansi, enough. Let's go. This is their family matter," Gaurav said, taking her away. Mansi threw a final glare at Gauri.

"Kids, go to your rooms," Gaurav instructed. Mayank, Isha, Saksham, and Kesar quietly left.

Only Harshvardhan and Hriday remained.

"Uncle ji, I'm leaving. But before I go, I want to say something. I saw true happiness in Hriday's eyes today. He loves Gauri deeply. Please don't be too hard on them. Yes, they made a mistake. But we shouldn't punish them forever."

Gaurav said and left. Harshvardhan remained seated. Hriday looked at his grandfather.

"So how many days?"

"Six months, Dadaji."

"Only Gauri will answer me now. Not you, Hriday." Harshvardhan snapped.

"So, Gauri, why did you marry my grandson? Was it for money? Or something else?"

Gauri kept her eyes lowered.

"Dadaji, you can't-"

"Quiet!"

Harshvardhan silenced Hriday.

Gauri finally gathered the courage to speak. Her trembling fingers tightened around the edge of her dupatta while tears continued slipping silently down her cheeks.

"Dadaji..." her voice broke softly. "Hriday is... a very good man."

Gauri lowered her eyes for a moment, trying to control the storm inside her heart before continuing.

"He came into my life when I was completely broken. During the worst phase of my life... when I had no one beside me... he stood there for me."

Her lips trembled.

"He protected me when I was scared. He supported me when I was falling apart. He gave me strength when I had already given up on myself."

Slowly, she looked up.

"At first... what I felt for him wasn't love."

A faint, emotional smile appeared on her tear-stained face.

"I respected him... admired him. The way he cared for everyone silently... the way he always protected me without expecting anything in return... it slowly became impossible for me to stay away from him."

Her eyes unconsciously searched for Hriday.

"And before I realized it... he became my safe place."

Hriday stood frozen.

Every word from her lips felt heavier than his own heartbeat.

Gauri wiped her tears weakly and continued.

"When he isn't around... everything feels empty. I don't know when it happened... but now..." her voice cracked again, "without him, I feel incomplete."

The room remained painfully quiet.

"He is all I have."

Those words shattered whatever little control Hriday still had over his emotions. Gauri folded her hands helplessly before Dadaji.

"I love him."

This time, there was no hesitation in her voice.

"That's the truth."

Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as guilt filled her expression.

"I know we made a mistake by hiding this relationship from everyone. We should have told you earlier. We shouldn't have kept secrets in this house."

She shook her head immediately.

"But please... don't blame Hriday for this."

Her voice became desperate.

"It was my decision. I was scared. I was the one who asked him to hide everything."

She looked toward Hriday for a second before looking back at Dadaji.

"He never wanted to disrespect this family. Never."

A tear fell from her chin onto the floor.

"If someone deserves punishment... then punish me."

Her voice trembled violently now.

"But please don't misunderstand him. Whatever he did... he did because of me."

She joined her trembling hands completely before Dadaji.

"I can tolerate your anger... but not hatred for him."

And at that moment—

Hriday realized that for the first time in his life... someone was standing in front of the entire world for him.

Hriday looked at her in disbelief and admiration.

Harshvardhan studied them both. There was honesty in Gauri's words, but her secrecy was concerning.

"You both must be punished. If you felt the need to hide this marriage, there must be a reason."

Gauri nodded silently.

"Alright. If you're comfortable, tell us the reason."

"Dadaji, I haven't even told Hriday yet... I need time."

Hriday was stunned. She hadn't told him either.

Harshvardhan narrowed his eyes. Gauri didn't seem harmful, but her secret made her suspicious.

He'd uncover the truth eventually. But for now-

"I respect your choice. But as the daughter-in-law of this house, you must follow some rituals and rules."

Gauri nodded.

"That goes for both of you."

Harshvardhan added, looking at Hriday.

"You two will not speak to each other..."

Harshvardhan declared.

"Dadaji-"

Hriday began to interrupt.

"Let me finish,"

Harshvardhan said sharply, his voice cold and firm.

"Yes, Dadaji,"

Hriday murmured, bowing his head as silence fell upon him.

"You will not live together either," Harshvardhan continued, unleashing blow after blow without mercy.

"But Dadaji, we're husband and wife. It's natural for us to stay together,"

Hriday protested, confused.

"I know that, Hriday," Harshvardhan said, his voice heavy with disapproval, "but until we test this marriage, you will not share a room."

"Test? What kind of test, Dadaji?"

"You married on your own terms, without our blessings. Do you not think your family-the very people who raised you-deserve a say in such a monumental decision? We gave you freedom, yes, but that doesn't mean we surrender our rights as elders. Now, I'll decide how things proceed from here."

He turned to Gauri.

"Gauri, I expect you to follow all the rules. You saw how Maithili and Shikhar reacted. They won't accept you easily."

"Mom and Dad will come around, Dadaji. I'm sure of it."

Harshvardhan gave a rare smile.

"Good spirit, grandson. Now you may go."

As Gauri and Hriday stood to leave, he stopped them.

"Remember my conditions-no talking, no closeness. And one more thing: tomorrow, we're visiting the temple. Gauri, dress as a married woman."

Gauri nodded silently.

The Next Morning

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue as the family prepared for the temple visit. Tension lingered like a cloud over both cars-Harshvardhan had deliberately seated Gauri with the elders, and Hriday with the younger lot.

"I'm worried about her,"

Hriday confessed, staring out the window.

Saksham chuckled beside him.

"Bhai, they're not going to eat her."

"You don't know Mom and Dad. They'll find a way to make her feel unwelcome."

"Relax, Hriday. She's not a child," Isha said.

Mayank cut in, his voice stern.

"She may not be a child, but she's with her in-laws-who looked away the moment they saw her. She must be terrified. Hriday has every right to worry. She's, his wife."

Isha turned her gaze away, lips pressed tight. They had argued about this last night, and she was still bitter. Mayank, on the other hand, couldn't understand her harshness. He knew Gauri was innocent. He saw the love in Hriday's eyes.

"Oh, Isha Bhabhi! There's a lake nearby. Want to visit? We'll click some pictures,"

Saksham said cheerfully.

"Okay,"

Isha murmured, still distracted.

In the other car, the tension was palpable.

Gauri sat beside Mansi, nervously twisting the end of her saree. Maithili stared out the window. Shikhar wore a stoic mask. Gaurav was at the wheel.

Mansi's gaze drifted to Gauri's wrists.

"What's that?"

Gauri looked up, unsure if the question was for her.

"Massi ji, did you say something?"

"Who else would I be talking to?"

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"What's that on your hand?"

Mansi pointed to her thin gold bangles.

"Did Hriday buy those for you?"

Gauri shook her head.

"No, they belonged to my mother."

"Oh. I figured. Hriday's taste couldn't possibly be this bad."

Gauri remained silent, her eyes stinging.

"So that's all your late mother left you?"

Mansi said cruelly.

"Mansi, that's no way to speak about someone's deceased mother,"

Gaurav intervened gently.

The rest of the drive passed in cold silence.

At the Temple

The temple was bustling with worshippers. Hriday's car had already arrived, and the younger group was waiting. The temple was stunning, serene despite the crowd.

"Mayank bhai, doesn't it feel oddly peaceful today?"

Saksham joked.

"Yes, almost too light," Mayank teased back.

"Let's head in," Shikhar said, taking the lead.

Hriday lingered at the back, waiting for Gauri. As she stepped out, he reached for her hand. Gauri stiffened, then relaxed when she saw no one was watching.

"How are you, sweetheart?"

Hriday asked. They hadn't been able to speak properly the night before.

"I'm fine. What could possibly happen to me?" she replied, puzzled.

"I couldn't sleep. I've grown used to hugging you at night. You've become my habit"

he whispered.

"Hriday..." she whispered, blushing.

"Bhai, save your romance for later!"

Saksham teased as he ran past.

Hriday rolled his eyes. "We'll keep our distance in front of them, but not when we're alone," he whispered.

Gauri nodded.

Inside the temple, they stood side by side before the deity. Gauri closed her eyes in prayer. Hriday glanced at her-her red saree, the sindoor on her forehead, the quiet grace she carried. She looked stunning. She was his. And in that moment, the world faded.

After praying, Kesar turned to her father-in-law.

"Papa, can we visit the nearby lake?"

Gaurav began to agree, but Mansi cut in. "No, we're heading back to Chandigarh."

"Mummy ji, we might not get another chance," Kesar insisted.

"Mummy, please," Saksham pleaded.

"Let them go. We elders will wait in the car," Shikhar relented.

At the lake, the mood lightened. As they strolled near the edge, Isha slipped. Gauri caught her just in time.

"Thank you," Isha said quietly.

Gauri smiled in response.

"Let's take some pictures!" Kesar cheered.

"Anything for you, baby," Saksham grinned.

"Mayank Bhai, click a few photos for us!" he called.

"Why me?"

Mayank groaned.

"Because your photos are amazing. You should've been a photographer!"

"Fine, no need to flatter me that much," Mayank muttered.

They posed-first Kesar and Saksham forming a heart, then Mayank captured a candid of Isha and himself smiling at each other. Finally, Hriday put his arm around Gauri's waist for their picture. She looked at him in surprise just as Mayank clicked the photo.

Later, everyone posed for a group selfie.

Hriday and Gauri sat on a nearby bench, watching the sun shimmer over the water.

"Sweetheart," Hriday said softly, "just remember-I'm always with you."

"I know. You stood by me when no one else did. Even when I made demands, you listened. I'm lucky to have you,"

Gauri replied, her voice full of warmth.

Meanwhile, with Mayank and Isha.

"Isha, we need to talk,"

Mayank said.

"What is it?"

"Why are you being so cold to Gauri?"

"I'm not!" she retorted.

"You are, and I've seen it. That girl has suffered enough. Hriday's happy. Why can't you be supportive?"

"I don't like her, Mayank. I can't believe you're defending her over me."

"I'm not fighting-I'm pointing out what's right. She's not an outsider. She's family. She's like a sister to me."

"I don't care. I'll never accept her. One day, you'll see her true colors. Hriday's naive. She manipulated him. Everyone's unhappy because of her!"

"Isha-"

"No, Mayank. Don't 'Isha' me. I'm leaving."

And with that, she stormed off, leaving Mayank frustrated and confused.

Back in Chandigarh

The families returned to their respective homes.

Hriday's parents walked in first. Maithili sank into the sofa.

"Kamla! Bring water," she called.

Kamla appeared promptly with a tray of glasses. She handed them out, then looked at Maithili.

"How was the trip, madam?"

"It was...revealing,"

Maithili said, her gaze lingering on Gauri.

Kamla didn't understand but stayed silent.

"Come, Maithili. You need rest. Your blood pressure was high last night," Shikhar said.

Hriday froze.

"Mom, what? Why didn't you tell me-"

"I need my medicine. Let's go,"

Maithili said briskly and walked off with Shikhar.

Hriday stood, feeling like a stranger in his own home.

"Hriday sir, should I bring your coffee?"

Kamla asked gently.

"No, Aunty. I need rest. Don't let anyone disturb me," he said and climbed the stairs.

Gauri watched him go, her heart sinking.

Kamla turned to her.

"Gauri, what's wrong with everyone? They all seem... so unhappy."

"Maybe they're just tired," Gauri said softly.

Kamla nodded and went inside.

Gauri stood by the staircase, whispering to herself:

"I am the reason for all this sorrow."

The next day,

"What the hell do you mean you don't know where it is Vivek ?!"

Hriday growled into the phone, his voice low and sharp with fury.

"S-Sir, we're trying to figure it out—"

"To hell with your figuring out! You people are utterly useless! How the hell could such an important file go missing? That file was crucial!"

His voice thundered. His mind, already clouded with tension, now reeled after Vivek's call.

"We're sorry, sir! We're doing our best!"

"I'm coming to the office right now!"

Without waiting for a reply, Hriday ended the call and stormed into the closet to change.

A few minutes later, he emerged dressed in crisp office attire—white shirt neatly tucked into black trousers. His damp hair still held the scent of a fresh shower. As he fastened his wristwatch, he heard a voice behind him.

"Hriday, where are you going?"

He halted mid-step. His grandfather, Dadaji, was seated at the dining table, halfway through lunch.

"I have to go to the office, Dadaji. Something urgent came up,"

Hriday said, his tone firm but respectful.

Shikhar, who had been eating silently, stopped and looked up at him.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll handle it. Please rest."

Hriday moved to bid his mother goodbye as he always did, intending to press a kiss to her forehead. But Maithili raised a hand, halting him.

"Stop right there!" she said coldly. "You lost that right. You'll earn it back only when I decide to forgive you. And I'm not sure I ever will."

Her voice was bitter. It shook him more than he cared to admit.

It was the first time she had ever spoken to him like that.

"Maithili beta—" Harshvardhan began, trying to calm her, noticing the anguish in Hriday's eyes.

"No, Papaji," Maithili cut in. "Shikhar was right. I gave him too much freedom. So much that he forgot to inform his own parents about his marriage! He became so selfish, so absorbed in his own life and choices, that he forgot about us! And don't even get me started on the girl—she's not from our caste, not from our culture. How will she ever blend into this family? What did he think I would feel? Clearly, he didn't care."

"Mom—"

"Don't call me that!" she snapped. "If you do, I swear you won't see me here again. I'll return to London with your father—and then you can stay here with your wife, whom you married in secret!"

Her rage flared like fire, and Hriday took a step back.

"Hriday, weren't you heading to the office?" Harshvardhan asked gently.

Hriday nodded silently.

"Then go. If you need help, call me."

Without another word, Hriday turned away, his heart heavy, and walked toward the front door.

He was just about to open it when a familiar voice called out behind him.

"Rukiye."

(Wait.)

It was Gauri.

He turned. She stood in a soft pink churidar, her expression warm yet anxious.

"Aapne lunch nahi kiya."

(You haven't had lunch.)

He looked at her and offered a tired nod.

"I wasn't hungry. Did you eat?"

"How could I eat, knowing you hadn't?"

"Gauri, you don't have to wait for me. I said I wasn't hungry. If I feel like eating later, I'll have something at the office. But you need to take care of yourself. Don't skip your meals, hmm?"

"Okay. But please take this with you, in case you get hungry in the car."

She held out a lunchbox, carefully packed.

Hriday accepted it, his gaze softening. Then, without a word, he stepped closer and pulled her into a hug.

"What are you doing?" she asked, flustered. "Someone might see us!"

"I don't care anymore. And right now, I really need this hug... Can I?"

"Hmm," she murmured, nodding against his shoulder.

He held her close for a moment longer, then reluctantly let go and stepped outside.

From the balcony, Maithili watched the scene unfold. Her expression was unreadable as she turned away and went back inside.

Gauri remained at the doorstep; her hands pressed in prayer.

"Durga Maa... take away all his pain. Give it to me instead," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.

As she turned to go inside, she noticed Maithili descending the stairs in a stunning saree, her diamond jewelry shimmering, her designer handbag catching the light.

Gauri averted her eyes.

"Gauri, aren't you going to the office?" Kamla asked.

"No," Gauri replied softly.

"Then help Rina clean the mandir area."

Gauri nodded. Hriday had asked Kamla not to burden her with chores, but Gauri had insisted she wanted to contribute. Kamla had agreed, moved by her sincerity.

Just as Gauri turned toward the mandir, Maithili approached Kamla.

"I'll be out for a few hours. Take care of the house," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Any special instructions?"

"Just serve everyone dinner. I'll eat out."

She walked over to Shikhar, who was on a call.

"Shikhar."

"One moment, Narayan." He looked up. "Yes, Maithili?"

"I'm going to meet a friend."

"Alright. Take care and come home soon."

She gave a curt nod and walked out.

Later, at the office

"How is this even possible, Mr. Sharma?!" Hriday barked, staring at the screen.

"Sir... the CCTV footage is showing... nothing," Mr. Sharma said weakly.

"I can see that!" Hriday snapped, eyes narrowing.

"Our department is doing its best. We'll definitely find the culprit."

"It's been four hours! That file contained our partnership agreement with Mr. Jones! Do you even comprehend its importance?!"

Hriday raised an eyebrow in disbelief as Mr. Sharma hesitated.

"Sir... should we inform Mr. Rajvansh about it?"

"You're asking me that now?" Hriday's voice dropped, dangerously calm. "Are you seriously employed here, Mr. Sharma?"

"Y-Yes, sir! I mean—I only thought he might help."

"No. He's getting married in two days."

"I understand, sir. But still—"

"My father is already under enough stress and Mayank is also busy with his work we can't inform them...!!—"

The door burst open. Vivek rushed in, clutching an iPad.

"Sir! You won't believe what I found!"

"What is it?"

"I combed through the CCTV footage again, frame by frame. Look at this!"

Hriday grabbed the iPad. The footage showed Mr. Jindal in deep conversation with Narayan. A moment later, Narayan handed him the missing file—and received a large envelope in return.

Hriday froze. His jaw tightened.

The file. The file.

"Got you," he murmured with a smirk.

He looked up at Vivek and Sharma.

"This stays between us. No leaks. Understood?"

They both nodded, wide-eyed.

"Maithili, I've told you a thousand times—no, a lakh times—that girl is not sweet. She's cunning, manipulative! But my poor best friend, you just couldn't see it," Sanjana said sharply, her eyes gleaming with disdain.

"Sanjana... I don't know what to do anymore."

"What else is there to do, Maithili? Get her out of Hriday's life. That girl is here for one reason only—money."

"But they say they love each other."

"Love?!" Sanjana scoffed, laughing bitterly. "You believe that? Hriday is a good man, but he's fallen into her trap."

"No, Sanjana... she has no one else in this world. No family. Nowhere to go. How could I—?"

"Then mark my words—she will break your home. It's only a matter of time."

"Sanjana, what are you saying?!"

"I've seen more of the world than you. I've handled thousands of cases, Maithili. People stay together for gain, and the moment it's gone, so is their so-called love. It's all transactional."

Maithili's thoughts spiraled. Her son's happiness, his future, Gauri's quiet presence—it all clashed in her heart like thunderclouds.

Sanjana watched her carefully, and when she saw Maithili's torn expression, she smirked inwardly. Her plan was working.

"So... what should I do?" Maithili finally asked, her voice subdued.

"Simple. Just don't accept her. Leave the rest to me."

Maithili gave a hesitant nod.

"You're coming to the wedding, right?" she asked.

"Of course. Disha and I will be there. Bhaiya can't make it—he's tied up with business abroad. But he's sent his best wishes to Mayank and Isha."

There was a brief pause before Sanjana added casually, "Maithili... did you ever do a background check on her?"

"Who?"

"That girl. Gauri. Don't you think we should know more about her family, if they're even... suitable for us? We need to be sure Hriday is safe with her."

Maithili's jaw tightened. "I'll tell Shikhar to look into it."

"Good."

With that, their meeting ended, and the two women returned to their homes.

Later that day...

Gauri was walking down the corridor when a voice, loud and urgent, echoed through the hallway.

"What the hell?! And you're telling me this now?!"

It was Shikhar. He was on a call, his voice low and filled with restrained anger.

"Fine. I understand. Meet me in the conference room tomorrow," he said curtly before ending the call.

Gauri froze. Her breath caught in her throat.

Before she could turn away, Shikhar cleared his throat. He was glaring at her, clearly aware she had overheard.

"I—I'm sorry... Dad—I mean, Uncle Sir... I didn't mean to listen. I—"

"It's fine," Shikhar said coldly. "Just don't repeat what you heard. Now go."

She nodded and hurried away. Shikhar sighed, rubbing his temples. His mind was already spinning Mayank and Isha's wedding was just two days away, and the company was teetering on the edge. A critical file was missing. Hriday was handling it alone.

Later that night – 12:00 AM, Shekhawat Mansion

A black car pulled into the driveway. Hriday stepped out, exhausted. His coat hung loosely over one arm, and the dark circles under his eyes betrayed a lack of sleep.

The house was quiet. Only a faint glow lit the living room. As he climbed the steps, he noticed someone at the dining table.

His mother.

Their eyes met—just for a second—before Maithili looked away.

"If someone's hungry," she said, arranging plates, "I've made chole bhature. Someone's favorite."

Hriday's lips curved into a soft smile. She still cared. That was enough for now.

"I'll be right back, Mom," he said gently, then headed upstairs to change.

As he disappeared from view, Maithili allowed herself a brief smile—but it vanished the moment she heard footsteps behind her.

"You're still awake?" Shikhar asked as he stepped out of his study.

"I was hungry," she replied.

"But you had dinner with me and Papa," he said, raising a brow.

"So what? I can't eat again?"

"Of course you can, darling. I was just asking." Shikhar chuckled and took a seat. "Actually, I'm feeling a bit hungry too. Today's work drained me."

As he reached for a rasgulla, Maithili slapped his hand lightly.

"Shikhar, that's not for you. And don't even think about touching sugar. Your levels are already high."

"Oh come on, one bite won't kill me—"

"I said no."

Just then, Hriday returned in a T-shirt and loose trousers, looking a bit more refreshed.

"Wow, this smells amazing!" he said, taking a seat. "Mom, can I get some bhature?"

Maithili handed him the food without a word, her expression unreadable.

Hriday smiled anyway and began eating.

"So... I heard there's trouble at the office?" Shikhar asked.

Hriday paused mid-bite. "I've got it under control, Dad. Nothing too complicated."

"Hmm." Shikhar nodded. He trusted his son.

The rest of dinner passed in silence.

As they finished, Hriday pulled out an extra plate and served some food. Maithili and Shikhar looked at him questioningly.

"It's for Gauri. She didn't eat."

Neither of them replied. Their expressions remained stoic.

"Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad. And thank you for waiting for me... But from next time, don't. You need rest. You're not getting any younger," Hriday said with a warm chuckle.

He took the plate and walked upstairs.

In the bedroom...

Gauri sat curled up on the balcony floor, lost in her thoughts.

Hriday stepped in, smiling as he saw her.

"Sweetheart."

She turned at the sound of his voice.

"Did you eat?" she asked gently.

"I did. Now it's your turn. I know you haven't, right?"

She looked away, silent. Hriday sat beside her and handed her the plate.

"Alright, no more silence. Eat before it gets cold."

He scooped some food onto a spoon and fed her.

"If I catch you skipping meals again," he said, eyes gleaming, "I swear, I'll kiss you so hard you'll forget your own name."

Her eyes widened.

"Hriday! You can't say things like that!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's... improper. And what if Dadaji finds out? We're supposed to stay apart."

"He won't. And even if he does, I'll handle it. Your sweet husband can handle anything."

"Oh really? And since when are you sweet?"

"I'm sweet from my perspective because I know you are."

"Huh? Am I some kind of dessert now?"

"Believe me, sweetheart... you don't want the answer to that question."

Gauri looked at him, blushing. "Hriday! You're shameless!"

"And you're blushing—so I must be doing something right!"

"Are you always this cheesy?"

"No. I became like this after meeting you."

Gauri stood up. "Now go to bed, Mr. Cheesy."

"But I want to sleep here!"

"Not until everyone approves us."

As she started making the bed, Hriday wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Sweetheart... Can I kiss you?"

She didn't resist. He gently turned her around and kissed her cheeks, one by one.

"Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Hriday."

Next morning,

Hriday stepped out of his room and found Gauri standing in the hallway.

She was dressed neatly for the day—poised, graceful, and glowing. Though her classes were now online, she insisted on maintaining a proper routine and now she is ready to go for office.

"Ready seady hoke kaha ja rahi ho, Mrs. Shekhawat?"
(Where are you heading all dressed up, Mrs. Shekhawat?) Hriday teased with a smirk.

"I'm going to the office, Mr. Shekhawat," Gauri replied playfully.

"But don't you think you're glowing today?" he added, flirtation laced in his voice.

Gauri blushed, handing him his usual morning coffee.

"Maybe... because of your love," she said softly.

Hriday chuckled, lifting his cup with a smile.

"Did you notice? We're matching today."

Gauri glanced at their clothes—they were, indeed, dressed in almost identical hues. She smiled in surprise.

"Yeah... looks like we're in sync even without trying."

"Let's have breakfast first, then we'll leave together. Okay, sweetheart?" Hriday said, guiding her toward the dining area.

The family was already seated at the breakfast table when Hriday and Gauri arrived. Without hesitation, Hriday pulled out a chair for her.

Gauri hesitated, eyes darting toward Harshvardhan, Maithili, and Shikhar. None of them acknowledged her presence.

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tightening. Hriday noticed her tense and gently took her hand for reassurance.

"Hriday, perhaps you've forgotten the condition I set," Harshvardhan said sternly, his gaze falling on their clasped hands.

Gauri immediately withdrew, stepping slightly away from Hriday. The warmth in her eyes dulled, replaced by a silent ache.

Hriday clenched the back of the chair, jaw tightening.

He wanted to erupt—but not now. Not here.

"Dadaji, I remember your condition well. And we haven't broken any rules. Now, may we please have breakfast peacefully?" Hriday replied, his voice calm but edged.

Harshvardhan remained silent.

Hriday helped Gauri into the seat beside him. The moment he did, Maithili abruptly stood.

Everyone turned toward her in surprise.

"Maithili? What happened?" Shikhar asked.

"I'm done. I'm going to my room," Maithili replied curtly and left the table.

Moments later, Shikhar rose without a word and followed.

Gauri lowered her gaze. Her heart throbbed painfully, but her eyes did not shed a single tear.

It's my fault, she told herself. That's why they're treating me like this.

Meanwhile, Hriday found himself ensnared in a whirlwind of back-to-back meetings, each more draining than the last. Amid the flurry of paperwork and urgent decisions, his mind was preoccupied with a more pressing matter—uncovering the true culprit behind the mysterious disappearance of a critical file.

Just as he was sifting through his thoughts, his phone buzzed.

Vivek stepped into the room, his expression serious.

"Sir, it's Mr. Jones from London," he said, holding out the phone.

Hriday accepted the call with a curt nod. Vivek quietly exited the cabin, closing the door behind him.

"This is Hriday speaking," he said, his tone composed and authoritative.

On the other end, Mr. Jones's voice crackled through, tinged with irritation. Even through the static, Hriday could sense his unease.

"Is everything alright over there, Mr. Shekhawat?" Mr. Jones asked, his words a blend of suspicion and concern.

"Yes, Mr. Jones, everything is under control. Why do you ask?" Hriday replied, his voice calm but calculated, choosing his words with deliberate finesse.

"I've heard some troubling news regarding our deal," Mr. Jones responded, his tone tight with apprehension.

"There's nothing to be concerned about, I assure you," Hriday said with a measured calmness, attempting to diffuse the tension.

There was a pause before Mr. Jones spoke again.

"Very well. I'll see you in London next week then. Don't forget about the business gala—it's crucial we make an appearance."

"I haven't forgotten," Hriday affirmed with quiet confidence. "I'll be there."

Mr. Jones ended the call, evidently reassured. Hriday leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly. There was more to this missing file than met the eye—and he was determined to uncover the truth before it unraveled everything they had built.

Back at the office, the night wore on, and so did Hriday.

Stacks of files lay open on his desk, the glow of the monitor casting a bluish hue on his face. His tie hung loose, sleeves rolled up, and his fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly toward midnight, but he barely noticed.

He had intended to be home hours ago. He had promised Gauri that he would return early—if not to take part in the ritual, then at least to be near her, to sit quietly while she prayed, to let her know that he understood the weight of her devotion.

But the work wouldn't wait.

Deadlines loomed, and with Mayank and Isha's wedding ceremonies scheduled for tomorrow, Hriday knew he wouldn't be stepping foot in the office then. His absence would mean today had to carry the weight of two days' worth of responsibilities.

"Sir," his assistant peeked in hesitantly, "should I order you something to eat?"

Hriday shook his head. "No, just get me some coffee."

He leaned back in his chair for a moment, rubbing his eyes. Gauri's face flashed in his mind—calm, beautiful and so soothing.

And here he was, stuck behind numbers and reports, a prisoner of obligations.

His chest tightened with guilt. He longed to be beside her, to take her hand, to offer her even a moment of comfort. But duty, that relentless taskmaster, had other plans for him tonight.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and typed a message:

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I couldn't leave work. I know tonight is important. I'll be home as soon as I can. Please take care."

He hesitated before sending it. No text could capture what he felt—gratitude, guilt, love—but it was all he could offer for now.

And somewhere, not far from there, Gauri continued her silent vigil, unaware that the man for whom she prayed so fervently was silently praying too—for time, for rest, and most of all, for her.

Later next morning Hriday came back home as soon as possible completing all his works—curious and uneasy about the "ritual" Dadaji had insisted on.

What he saw shook him.

Gauri sat on the floor near the mandir, her face pale, her lips dry. A priest chanted verses while she remained still, her hands folded in prayer. A brass plate lay before her, untouched—no food, no water.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Hriday's voice thundered through the hall.

Everyone froze.

He rushed to Gauri and knelt beside her.

"You haven't eaten anything? Not even water? Since when?!"

Gauri gave him a weak smile. "It's just a vrat... for your wellbeing."

"This is the ritual?" he turned to Harshvardhan but then glanced at Maithili and Shikhar.

"You all knew about this?"

Neither Maithili nor Shikhar spoke. They averted their eyes—Maithili gripped her saree's pallu, and Shikhar stared at the floor.

Hriday's chest heaved in fury. "She's a daughter-in-law of this house, not a test subject! Who gave you the right to put her through this?!"

Harshvardhan said nothing.

Hriday stood protectively in front of Gauri. "This ends now. If anyone has a problem with her, they deal with me."

"Hriday let me complete the rituals, please."

Gauri said weekly. Hriday glared at her.

"Not a word , Gauri...i am really disappoint because of you!!"

Without another word, he helped Gauri up and led her away, his hand tightly holding hers.

Behind them, Maithili's eyes welled up. Guilt sat heavy on her chest, but her pride kept her silent. Shikhar exhaled deeply, the silence more punishing than any rebuke.

Hriday brought Gauri to their room without saying a word. His grip was firm, but his touch gentle—as if shielding her from the weight of the world.

Once inside, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.

"Sit down," he said, guiding her to the bed. "I'm getting you water."

"Hriday..." Gauri whispered.

"No. Not now," he said, his voice hoarse with restrained anger.

He poured a glass of water and knelt in front of her, holding it to her lips.

"Drink it, sweetheart."

"But the ritual—"

"To hell with that ritual," he snapped. Then, softer, "Please. I can't bear to see you like this."

Gauri hesitated, then took a slow sip. The coolness hit her dry throat like a blessing.

Hriday watched her carefully. Only when she finished the glass did he exhale, as if he'd been holding his breath the entire time.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly.

"I didn't want to create more tension... Dadaji said it's for your good luck, your safety."

"And starving you is supposed to bring me good luck?!"

Hriday said, standing up abruptly.

"I've had enough of this blind tradition. You're my wife. You're my responsibility. No one—no one—gets to punish you like this."

Gauri's eyes filled with tears—not from pain, but from the fierce protectiveness in his voice.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," he replied, kneeling again and taking her hands. "You've done enough, Gauri. You've been trying, day and night. But no more proving yourself, okay? Not to them. Just be you—with me. That's all I want."

She nodded slowly.

Hriday leaned in and kissed her forehead, a soft yet reverent touch, full of apology and silent promises.

"Now lie down. You need rest."

"But—"

"No arguments."

She laid down on the bed, and Hriday tucked the blanket over her. He sat beside her, brushing strands of hair from her face as she slowly drifted into sleep.

Outside their door, Maithili stood silently in the corridor, having heard part of their conversation.

Her fingers clutched the edge of her shawl. She looked down, guilt pooling in her heart.

For the first time, she wondered:

Wasn't it too harsh for Gauri...?

But she kept quiet .

She can't forget how they hide their relationship from them.