Kavya's POV

It was past 4 am when suddenly the doorbell rang. I got up hastily, tears still fresh on my cheeks. My heart raced as I thought it must be Ivan. Rushing to the front door, I opened it, hoping to see him, but my hope shattered when I saw it was someone else. I asked, my voice trembling, "Yes, who do you want?"

One of the women replied arrogantly, "So now we have to get permission to enter our own home?"

Confused I look at them

, "What? I'm Ivan's bari mom "

"Now move aside and let us in," she demanded.

I stepped aside, and they entered the room. They settled on the couch, and I offered them water. Suddenly, the other girl asked, "By the way, who is she?"

"She must be another one for Ivan to warm his bed," Ivan's aunty said casually.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to reply. "I... I am... His wi..."

Before I could finish, Ivan's aunty interrupted, saying to the other girl, "Don't worry, dear. After marriage, he will be all yours."

Unable to contain myself, I burst out, "What are you even saying? I am his wife!"

Ivan's aunty taunted me, "Haha, you dream very big, girl. Just because he married you doesn't mean he's going to stay with you forever. He just bought you for six months to warm his bed. He changes women like his clothes every day. You're just one of them."

"Come back to reality, girl. Didn't he tell you he's already returned to Mumbai, and she's Shreya, Ivan's fiancée? They're getting married in two months."

"It's getting late; we have to leave. We just came here to meet you. Have some self-respect, dear," Ivan's aunty said, trying to console me.

After they left, I broke down, hearing those words, crying my heart out.

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Ivan pov

I stepped off the plane in Mumbai, and there he was, my driver, waiting for me. We rushed to the hospital where my grandpa lay in a room.

As I entered, the sight of him lying in the hospital bed surrounded by machines hit me hard. Memories flooded my mind – memories of him playing with me, of the bike he gave me, of the villa he gifted on my 18th birthday. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back.

I reached out and held his hand, the same hand that had guided me through life, that had wiped away my tears, that had always been there for me. I closed my eyes, lost in a whirlwind of memories – the fishing trips, the bedtime stories, the endless laughter.

Suddenly, the door opened, and my dad walked in. Our eyes met, and for a moment, all the anger, all the resentment faded away, replaced by a shared sense of worry and fear. We were both emotional, both struggling to come to terms with the situation.

Despite our strained relationship, there was something unspoken between us – a bond forged by years of love and loss. In that moment, as we stood there, side by side, I realized that family was more than just blood; it was a connection that ran deeper than words could express.

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