Inside the warehouse, Arnav's pulse quickened as he watched the brief exchange between his sister and Khushi through the small window.
Anjali's words, sharp and laced with bitterness, had cut him deeply. But it was Khushi's cold, detached demeanor that sent a chill down his spine.
The woman who once looked at him with love now regarded him with an unyielding sense of purpose—one that he knew would be his undoing.
As Anjali walked away, leaving the two of them alone, Khushi slowly approached Arnav.
Her heels clicked against the cold, hard floor, echoing ominously in the silence.
Each step seemed to drag time along, drawing out the tension in the room until it was almost unbearable.
Arnav forced himself to stand tall, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But his hands trembled slightly, betraying the fear that he had buried deep within.
He had expected anger, perhaps even violence, but the cold indifference in Khushi’s eyes was something he hadn’t anticipated.
“Khushi…” he began, his voice hoarse. “What are you planning to do?”
Khushi stopped just a few feet away from him, her eyes locking onto his. “Do you really want to know?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm.
Arnav swallowed hard, his mind racing.
The woman before him was a stranger—a far cry from the Khushi he once knew.
“I don’t understand… why are you doing this? We’ve hurt each other, yes, but… I loved you.”Khushi’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
“Love? You have no idea what love is, Arnav. What you did to me wasn’t love—it was possession, control. You took everything from me… and now, I’m taking everything from you.”She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“You think you’re getting out of here, that you’ll walk away free, but you’re wrong. You’re stepping into a nightmare, Arnav, one that I’ve carefully crafted just for you.”
Arnav’s heart pounded in his chest as her words sank in. He had underestimated her, and now he was going to pay the price. “You can’t do this… you’ll go to prison.”
Khushi’s eyes flickered with a dangerous light. “Prison doesn’t scare me. What scares me is letting you walk away without knowing the pain you’ve caused—the pain you inflicted on me and on our child. You stole our future, and now I’m going to steal yours.”
Arnav’s breath hitched at the mention of their lost child.
The memory of what he had done, the life he had destroyed, weighed heavily on him. For a brief moment, he felt a flicker of regret, but it was quickly overshadowed by the realization that Khushi wasn’t bluffing.
Khushi turned to leave but paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Actually,” she said, her voice laced with dark amusement, “I have something I’d like to show you.”She reached into her coat and pulled out a stack of papers, which she threw at Arnav’s feet.
The documents scattered across the floor, and Arnav quickly bent down to pick them up, his brow furrowing as he scanned the contents.His eyes widened in shock as the reality of what he was seeing sank in. “What the hell is this, Khushi?” he barked, his voice rising with panic.“It’s exactly what you’re seeing, Raizada,” Khushi replied coldly.
Arnav’s gaze snapped back to the papers, his heart racing. “What do you mean by ‘I’m not a Raizada’?” he demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of disbelief and anger.
Before Khushi could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed in the room.
Anjali had returned, her face as hard as stone. Arnav looked from Khushi to his sister, desperation seeping into his voice. “What is this, Di? What the hell is going on?”Anjali stepped forward, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Arnav.
“You’re right, Arnav. You’re not a Raizada.You never were You’re just another man who’s about to learn what it means to lose everything. And this—” she gestured to the papers— “is just the beginning.”
As the weight of her words pressed down on him, Arnav realized that he wasn’t just losing his freedom—he was losing his very identity. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Arnav's voice trembled as he stared at the papers, his world crumbling around him. “If I’m not a Raizada… then who am I?” he asked, desperation creeping into his tone.
“Whose son am I?”Khushi’s eyes darkened as she stepped closer, her voice low and cutting.
“You’re no one, Arnav. Just a man with no name, no identity. The Raizada name was the only thing that gave you power, and now that’s gone.”
Arnav’s mind raced, trying to grasp the full extent of what she was saying.
He turned to Anjali, his voice barely above a whisper. “Di… is this true? Whose son am I?”Anjali’s expression remained stony, her eyes filled with a cold detachment that Arnav had never seen before.
“You were never meant to know the truth, Arnav. But now… now it doesn’t matter. The truth won’t save you from what’s coming.”Arnav’s heart pounded in his chest as panic began to set in.
He had always believed that his identity as a Raizada was unshakable, a core part of who he was. But now, that belief was shattered, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
He clutched the papers tightly, his knuckles turning white. “I deserve to know,” he said, his voice cracking. “After everything I’ve done… I at least deserve to know the truth.”
Khushi’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “The truth?” she echoed, her tone mocking. “The truth is that you’re nothing, Arnav. Just a mistake that’s finally being corrected.”
The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of Khushi’s words hanging heavily in the air.
Arnav felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under him, leaving him grasping for something solid, something real.
But there was nothing.
Anjali took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and resignation. “You were the result of an affair, Arnav. Our father hid the truth from everyone, even from himself. He couldn’t bear the shame, so he blamed our mother instead. He made us believe she was the one who destroyed our family, but it was all a lie.”
Arnav staggered back, his mind reeling from the revelation. “A lie…?” he whispered, the word feeling foreign on his tongue.
Anjali nodded, her eyes softening just a fraction. “He couldn’t face his own guilt, so he projected it onto her. And you—he brought you into our home, pretending you were his legitimate child, while all the time, he was the one who betrayed us.”
Khushi’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “So you see, Arnav, you’ve not only lost your freedom—you’ve lost the illusion of your perfect family. The father you idolized was a fraud, and your mother suffered because of his sins. You’re living proof of that betrayal.”
Arnav’s legs buckled, and he sank to the floor, the papers slipping from his grasp.
He had spent his entire life believing in a twisted version of the truth, hating his mother for something she never did, while his father’s sins remained hidden.And as he sat there, broken and defeated, he realized that there was no escape from the nightmare that was his reality.
The family he thought he knew was nothing more than a mirage, and he was left to face the consequences of his father’s deceit.
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