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

Have a brain Abhira...2.0

Note-GUYS COMPLETE TARGETS FOR KARMA IS A BITCH

14-8-2025

No proof read(can have errors)

Do read my new book -Raita Toh Phail Gaya -new chapter is out and complete targets guys

Lets do fun game...answers these before reading the chapter and let's see how many r good at guess 😜
Who do u wanna slap in current track of yrkkh? My choice currently both abhira and armaan

Am i only one hating armaan as much as dogman?
I wish him dead on white day
They r making abhira cheater...disgusting....

Abhira officially proved she is ak daughter and even worst a cheat...........

SLAP ABHIRA -comment here

KILL ARMORON - comment here

The late afternoon sun bathed the Sharma household in Udaipur with a warm, golden glow, but the air was, like, thick with tension. Abhira Sharma stood in the driveway, clutching the keys to a sleek, open-top convertible she had rented for her seven-year-old daughter, Myra, aka Pookie. The car's polished exterior gleamed, a desperate attempt to win back the affection of the daughter stolen from her seven years ago by her ex-husband, Armaan Poddar. The pain of those lost years fueled Abhira's determination to indulge Myra's every whim, hoping to prove herself as a mother against a challenge from Armaan's fiancée, Geetanjali, who had raised Myra to believe she was her mother.

Armaan stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his face etched with frustration. "Abhira, this is, like, too much," he said, his voice low but firm. "Renting a car like this for a seven-year-old? You're trying too hard. You don't need to buy her love."

Abhira's eyes flashed with defiance. "Don't tell me how to parent my daughter, Armaan. You kept me away from her for, like, seven years. Seven years! Now she's back, and I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy."

Armaan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not saying don't love her. I'm saying, like, don't repeat my mistakes. You're perfect, Abhira. You don't need to prove yourself with extravagant gestures."

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "Perfect? If I was perfect, you wouldn't have, like, left me. You wouldn't have taken Myra and disappeared."

The words cut deep, reopening wounds from their failed marriage. Armaan's controlling nature, his accusations, and his ultimate betrayal—taking Myra and vanishing, leaving Abhira to believe her daughter was lost forever—had shattered her. Recently, Anshuman Raizada, Abhira's fiancé, had uncovered the truth: Armaan had found Myra within hours of her disappearance, thanks to Abhira's posters plastered across the city, but instead of returning her, he had fled with her, blaming Abhira for the loss. He had raised Myra with Geetanjali, convincing the child that Geetanjali was her mother. Now, with Myra back in her life, Abhira faced Geetanjali's challenge to prove herself a "worthy" mother within one month—or lose Myra again.

Their argument grew heated, voices rising, neither noticing how close they stood to the open-top convertible. In a moment of wild gesturing, Abhira stumbled backward, tumbling into the car's plush leather seats. Armaan instinctively reached to catch her, and they both fell, Armaan landing on top of her. Their eyes locked, a fleeting spark of their old chemistry igniting. For a moment, time paused, their faces inches apart, breaths mingling, as if they were about to kiss.