“Roshni!”

Aman’s furious shout echoed through the space like a storm breaking loose.

Roshni’s heart skipped a beat.

She shoved Raj away with all her strength and turned around. A few steps away, Aman stood frozen—his face dark, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage. The air around him felt heavy, dangerous.

Fear crept into her veins.

“M-Mr. Mehra…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Raj instantly understood who Aman was.

A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

To provoke Aman further, Raj deliberately grabbed Roshni’s hand again.

That single action shattered Aman’s restraint.

He stormed forward, yanked Roshni toward himself, and kicked Raj so hard that he crashed onto the ground. Aman’s grip tightened around Roshni’s shoulders—firm, possessive, almost painful. His eyes burned with fury, and that fire made her tremble.

“I—I… Raj—” she stammered in fear.

Aman’s voice roared.

“How did he get here?”

“And why did he touch you?”

“Have you forgotten what he did to you?”

Tears spilled down Roshni’s cheeks.

“No… it’s not like that… I was just talking—”

Raj slowly stood up, wiping blood from his lip, smirking.

“You’re the one who called me here, Roshni,” he said mockingly.

“Otherwise, I wanted to meet you somewhere else.”

Aman released Roshni and lunged at Raj.

Grabbing him by the collar, Aman punched him hard—once, twice—without hesitation.

“How dare you?” Aman growled.

“You came to meet my wife?”

“You escaped last time, but not today. You’re going to jail.”

“I apologized to her,” Raj snapped. “Let go of me.”

Aman’s voice thundered.

“She is my wife!”

“And you don’t have the right to even take her name!”

Raj shoved Aman.

That was enough.

A brutal fight broke out. Aman lost control, landing blow after blow. Raj cried out in pain as blood spilled freely. Roshni rushed forward, clutching Aman’s arm.

“Please, Mr. Mehra—stop!” she cried.

“It’s my fault… I’ll explain everything—please stop!”

Breathing heavily, Aman stepped back.

Raj lay on the ground—then laughed.

Dark. Twisted. Cruel.

“You see?” Raj sneered.

“She’s your wife… yet she still cares about me.”

“Marriage made her yours, but her heart is still mine.”

“She will never love you.”

Aman’s blood boiled.

He attacked Raj again with uncontrollable rage, but Raj kept laughing even as he collapsed completely.

Finally, Aman stepped back and called the police.

“The police are coming,” he said coldly.

Roshni stared at him, panic flooding her face.

“You… you called the police?” she whispered.

“I needed to talk to him… something very important…”

Aman turned toward her, his eyes burning.

“Enough.”

“Go to your room. Now.”

Her heart cracked.

“But I need to know who gave him the contract—”

“Roshni, go inside!” he shouted.

Crying, she ran away.

The police arrived and took Raj away.

“I won’t let you rest until you tell me who’s behind this,” Aman warned him.

The family gathered, confused.

“What’s going on?” Reva asked anxiously.

“Why were the police here?” Raghav demanded.

“It’s nothing, Dad,” Aman replied coldly.

“He came to meet Roshni. It’s handled.”

And he walked away.

Aman stormed into the room.

Roshni sat on the floor, hugging herself, sobbing quietly.

When she saw him, she stood up slowly, eyes swollen with tears.

He stepped closer.

“Did you really think he would tell you the truth?” Aman snapped.

“He could have hurt you again.”

“After everything he did, you still called him here?”

“I’m sorry… I just—” she cried.

“Why did he hug you?” Aman demanded.

She looked up instantly.

“I didn’t—”

“You didn’t hug him,” Aman shouted,

“but you didn’t stop him either!”

“Why didn’t you stop him?!”

He gripped her shoulders tightly.

“Please… let go…” she sobbed.

Aman released her abruptly.

He touched you, Aman said bitterly.

And you stayed silent. You are married now. Don’t forget that.

Roshni - “You’re misunderstanding—”

“Am I?” Aman interrupted.

“Then answer me honestly.”

“Do you still have feelings for Raj?”

Her body trembled.

“Tell me the truth,” he said sharply.

“No,” she whispered.

“There are no feelings.”

“What I thought was love was a lie.”

“It was my biggest mistake.”

His anger eased slightly, but doubt remained.

“How can I believe you?” he asked quietly.

That question shattered her.

“You proved me wrong today,” Aman continued.

“I trusted you.”

“Now trusting your words is difficult.”

“You’re right,” she said brokenly.

“How can you trust me…”

“I was hurt when you rejected me back then,” Aman said.

“But now we’re married.”

“And your concern for him hurts me.”

“I don’t care about him,” Roshni cried.

“I’m happy with this marriage.”

“Love doesn’t happen in a day…”

“I don’t care about love,” Aman replied firmly.

“If you’re happy, love will come.”

“But if you’re here only because of your parents—then you’ll never love me.”

“Then what should I do so you trust me?” she asked helplessly.

“Not words,” Aman said.

“Actions.”

“No pretending. I want truth.”

He turned toward the washroom, then stopped.

Without looking back, he said softly—painfull

Roshni… love me or don’t.”

“But don’t make me regret loving you.”

And he walked away.

Roshni closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face.

She knew she had made a mistake.

But proving her truth…

proving her happiness…

That was the hardest thing she had ever been asked to do.

“Roshni… love me or don’t.”

“But don’t make me regret loving you.”

And he walked away.

Roshni closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face.

She knew she had made a mistake.

But proving her truth…

proving her happiness…

That was the hardest thing she had ever been asked to do.