What if??( the Sharma's edition)(slow updates)

Sky is blue-Akshnav OS

Note-GUYS COMPLETE TARGETS FOR last THREE OSs FOR KARMA IS A BITCH UPDATE

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Love is like a open sky...who said this?

The Goenka mansion in Udaipur was a fragile sanctuary, its grand halls still adorned with wilting marigolds and dim fairy lights from Mimi's 90th birthday celebration the previous night. The Sharma family—Akshara, Abhinav, and their six-year-old son Abhir—had arrived from Kasauli for their first visit in seven years, staying as guests in the sprawling estate. Abhir, with his infectious giggles and obsession with Lego spaceships, was the light of their small family, unaware of the secret buried in Akshara's past: he was Abhimanyu Birla's biological son, a truth hidden from the Goenkas and Birlas. To everyone, Abhinav was Abhir's father, a kind, gentle man whose calm, innocent heart anchored them. Akshara's two marriages to Abhimanyu and a devastating miscarriage were locked away, but the city's air felt heavy with unspoken history.

The Accident
The morning after the birthday celebration was tense, the mansion's festive glow faded. Abhir played with his spaceship in the living room, Abhinav helping him add wings, his kind smile steady. Akshara, clearing breakfast dishes, was distracted, her phone buzzing incessantly with calls from Abhimanyu, who had spotted her at the party and begun harassing her with calls she refused to pick. Each unanswered ring tightened her chest, memories of his abandonment after their two marriages and her miscarriage resurfacing. She excused herself, needing air, and stepped outside, heading toward the mansion's gate to clear her mind.
As Akshara crossed the road, her phone buzzed again, Abhimanyu's name flashing. Frustrated, she silenced it, unaware of him driving nearby, his eyes fixed on her, his car weaving as he dialed her number repeatedly. Distracted, he didn't see the truck ahead near Lake Pichola. The crash was deafening, metal crumpling as Abhimanyu's car spun, stopping meters from Akshara, who froze, her breath catching. Blood trickled from his forehead as he stumbled out, dazed but alive.

Instinct overtook her, memories of their past—love, pain, loss—flooding back. She ran toward him, her dupatta trailing. "Abhiiii!" she cried, her voice raw, emotional, echoing through the street as she reached his side, hands hovering, unsure whether to touch him. Her cry wasn't love but fear, a reflex born of their shared history and his harassment.