# Couple 1

Abhay Singh Rajput - 30 years old.
→He is CEO of Rajput company and a single parent of eight-month-old boy. His ex-wife has died while giving birth to their son. Since than he is just breathing and surviving. He was abandoned by his parents after his elder sister died in childhood.

Vaishnavi Tripathi - 27 years old.
→She is a orphan who lives with her uncle and aunty. They are trying to get her married off but due to her dark complexion no one is ready to marry her. She wanted to become lawyer one day but her dream never came true.

# Couple 2

Vidyut Singh Rajput - 30 years old.
→A mentally unstable man since at age of eleven. Due to past trauma, he acts like a child. His family did everything to make him better, but nothing gave them good results. He is real elder brother of Aradhya and Simran.

Taara Mehta - 27 years old.
→A psychologist who works in an NGO hospital to treat small kids and older people. She was asked to treat Vaishnavi but along with her she decided to make Vidyut better. A girl with full of charming and bubbly nature.

# Couple 3

Adranksh Singh Rajput - 28 years old.
→He is investigation officer. During his college years he fell in love with his senior who was Kaashi Agarwal. Since than he was single forever not knowing that destiny already wrote his name with his beloved girl.

Kaashi Agarwal - 32 years old.
→She is also a investigation officer, but at senior position from Adranksh. A dedicated girl for her work. She was never in any relationship and thought to stay single for rest of her. Until her parents set up her for marriage with her college junior.

# Couple 4

Rakshit Singh Rajput - 28 years old.
→A doctor by profession. Runs his own hospital across India. He was in relationship with his girlfriend, Rutuja for eight years but she was murder brutally for loving him. Later for his brother's happiness he agreed to marry Rooh even though he loved someone else.

Rooh Agarwal - 26 years old.
→A doctor intern working at Rakshit's hospital. She had tiny little crush on Rakshit from two years and now she is getting married. Her dream bubbled busted when she got to know he loved someone else. Yet despite this she agreed to marry him for her elser sister, Kaashi.

# Couple 5

Ashrit Ranawat - 33 years old.
→CEO of Ranawat company and best friend of Rajput brothers. Loves his younger brother a lot that he is ready to give up on his love for his best friend's younger sister. But his one mistake changed everything which shattered his brother's heart.

Noor Singh Rajput- 25 years old.
→Noor is a mute girl from childhood and a guitarist. She performs musical shows across the country and enjoy her work in silence. She was always mocked for being mute, but their rejection never hurt as much as Ashrit rejection did. One mistake lead for her heart to beat for him, the man who rejected after accepting her.

# Couple 6

Adhrit Ranawat - 30 years old.
→Younger and cousin brother of Ashrit. His parents died when he was a little boy. Loved by his brother and grandma. His uncle and aunty hate him and took away his rights from all the property. He never expresses his grief to anyone and kept hiding his pain behind his mockery and smile. Loves Noor for 24 years, when he doesn't even know the real meaning of love. He is a movie producer and a dictator.

Aradhya Singh Rajput - 27 years old.
→Sister of the Rajput siblings. She is a struggling actress. Due to her chubby body no one gave her any role in their movie. Until her childhood enemy, Adhrit offered. She was elated but she still hates him. But one mistake that night changed everything for him and she was forced to marry him against her wish.

# Couple 6

Adhrit Ranawat - 30 years old.
→Younger and cousin brother of Ashrit. His parents died when he was a little boy. Loved by his brother and grandma. His uncle and aunty hate him and took away his rights from all the property. He never expresses his grief to anyone and kept hiding his pain behind his mockery and smile. Loves Noor for 24 years, when he doesn't even know the real meaning of love. He is a movie producer and a dictator.

Aradhya Singh Rajput - 27 years old.
→Sister of the Rajput siblings. She is a struggling actress. Due to her chubby body no one gave her any role in their movie. Until her childhood enemy, Adhrit offered. She was elated but she still hates him. But one mistake that night changed everything for him and she was forced to marry him against her wish.

CH : 1

The soft morning sunlight illuminated the whole Rajput mansion, casting spells over it. The walls bath in the sunrays and the mansion outstand the city. The heartwarming laughter and chaos of the family members reverberated the atmosphere which created a soothing place.

The women of the family were roaming in the kitchen doing their daily routine, talking, gossiping, and laughing. The freshly prepared aroma of breakfast filled the kitchen, reaching the noses of other family members.

"Bhaiyaaa, mat karooo naa." The yelling voice of Aradhya got everyone's attention as she ran for her life, Rakshit behind her with a paintbrush and black paint in his hands.

(Brother, please don't do it.)

To save her life, Aradhya ran inside the kitchen to hide between her mother, Roop, and Chachi Heer.

"Please save me from this monster," she requested, her breathing heavier due to running around.

Rakshit, who was running behind her, attempting to catch her, entered the kitchen only to find her hiding behind the ladies.

"Why are you both fighting in the early morning? Just go and sit." Kavya scolded her son, who wasn't listening to her. His whole attention was on his devil sister, who was passing him a smirk while enjoying the apple.

"Enough, Mom," Rakshit cut her in between, gritting his teeth in fury, "I wasn't in the mood to fight today, but she was the one who made this drawing on my face." Speaking further, he saw his face where Aradhya had made a drawing during, he was asleep. In the morning.

He found himself looking like a panda, and it didn't take time for him long to understand that it was his sister.

Noticing him indulge in explain the morning incident Aradhya thought to take advantage and tried to run outside the kitchen. But Rakshit eyes never left her and noticing her little escape act, he runs towards Aradhya who was about to escape the kitchen while they were busying in the talking.

Getting hold of both her hands, he made her still while she screamed, wiggling in his arms, trying to stomp her foot on his but failing miserably.

"Rakshit, beta chod de usse. Dekh bichari kese ro rhi hai." Heer said with a concern lacing her tone while grazing at Aradhya, who was trying her best to free herself.

(Rakshit, son, let her go. Look how the poor girl is crying.)

"Taiji, don't look at her crying face. She is acting to escape, but today it is not happening." Rakshit stated while pulling his sister outside the kitchen, holding the brush and paint in his hands, making sure it doesn't fall.

"Yeh kya ho rha hai bhai?" the voice from behind made Rakshit and Aradhya turn back. The voice belonged to Adhrit Ranawat, who was walking towards the kitchen when he saw them.

(What's going on, brother?)

"Thank god you are here. Come here and help me paint my little sister's face." Rakshit laughed while passing the paint and brush to Adhrit, who joined in his laughter.

"Don't you dare to come near me or I will smash your head," Aradhya yelled when Adhrit took a step towards her with that wicked smirk.

"Don't be a crybaby. As a good friend, I will take my friend's revenge." Adhrit spoke with his evil intention.

Aradhya shook her head, hastily trying to avoid getting her face painted, but Rakshit held her face and both hands, making her still in place.

"Come on, brother. Just show your painting scale." Pushing her face forward, Rakshit spoke.

Before the paintbrush could touch Aradhya's face, she lifted her leg, kicking Adhrit groin. The painful scream escaped Adhrit's lips at the excruciating pain he felt from the kick.

The hold of Rakshit on her loosened when he found his best friend lying down on the floor, crying in pain. Taking the opportunity, Aradhya elbowed her brother before running from there.

"Abee saale, tere chakkar mein mera baap bana mushkil ho jaaega." groaning the pain, Adhrit kicked Rakshit's legs, making him fall beside him with a thud.

(Damn you, because of your mess, it's going to be tough for me to even face my dad!)

"It wasn't my fault that he kicked your balls. You should have been careful. Can't even do a thing properly," lamenting about his carelessness, Rakshit stood up while offering his hands to Adhrit, who stood up with his help.

"Pata nhi kiski kismat phooti hogi jo teri behen ka pati banega." Adhrit mumbled to himself while limping towards the dining room with Rakshit's help.

(I don't know whose bad luck it will be to become your sister's husband.)

"Don't worry about her future husband. Think about your kids first." Laughing at his own joke, Rakshit slouched down in the chair, pulling his phone out to check a few emails.

"Fucking bas...." Adhrit stops himself from cursing further when he notices Noor walking towards them while doing something on her phone.

Clearing his throat, he straightens himself while running his fingers through his hair to fix it properly. The nervousness was clearly visible on his face as he grazed her with admiration, but Noor's whole attention was on the phone.

"Good morning, Noor." The roughness in his voice was now replaced by softness as he lost his voice at the moment she showed up.

Hearing his voice, Noor lifted her gaze and gave a small smile, nodding her head slightly. A gesture that she accepts his greetings. The simple nod from her took his breathing away as the picture resister in his mind forever.

Noor walked near Rakshit's chair and showed her mobile phone. Rakshit shook her head when he saw what his sister wanted now. Keeping the phone on the table, he glares at her, only to receive a much harder glare from Noor.

"Don't give me that look. I am not buying this for you." Giving her phone back, he was about to get up when he felt her glaring at him with intensity.

"Kar rha hoon. Aise ghurna band kar. Insaan ki jaan chali jaaegi." Rakshit cried while sitting back on the chair.

(I'm doing it. Stop staring like that. Someone might die of fear.)

Last week, Rakshit mistakenly broke Noor's favorite guitar while irritating her. The whole week, Noor didn't even look at him, making him beg for her forgiveness. To make her happy, he promised yesterday that he would buy whichever guitar she wants in the morning.

But the price of the guitar was skyrocketing. He was very well aware why she wanted him to order a twenty-five lakh guitar. It was for punishing him for breaking something which was so close to her heart.

Silently, Adhrit was noticing the banter between the siblings, but his whole attention was on Noor and her expression, the way she chews her lips in irritation, furrowed eyebrows at the denial, squinting of eyes while glaring, pouty lips.

One smash on his head from behind brought him back to reality. Turning around in fury, he noticed Abhay noticing him while grazing at his sister with no so innocent intention. Patting his shoulders, Abhay sat beside him, giving him a thin-lipped smile.

"Lost somewhere?" Abhay questioned with that same wicked smile of doubt.

"Noooo. Nowhere." The trembling voice of Adhrit made Abhay more suspicious of him. Before he could question him further, everyone walked into the dining room for breakfast.

"Where is Advit?" Shaurya asked Abhay about his almost one-year-old son.

"He is still sleeping. I tried to wake him up, but he isn't ready to move." Abhay replied, adjusting his specs over his nose as they slipped from their place.

"Let him sleep. Rakshit and Adranksh tried to keep him up the whole night with video games." Kavya revealed while glaring at her sons, who gulped down at the revelation.

"What the hell!!!" Abhay yelled, turning his fury gaze to him brothers who never acting unknow to the revelation, " stop influencing my son with your stupid games. I am warning you both for the last time." warning them with his rough tone he tried to calm down from his anger.

"Bhaiya, it wasn't we who wanted to play games. It was Advit himself who was crying and pleading for games." Adranksh stated, making the innocent face that Abhay felt like smashing with his punches.

"Adranksh, at least lie properly. How come a child is asking for video games?" Vihaan schooled his son, face-palming his own face.

They have grown younger and should be acting like a mature person. But one day one they are being worsen then Advit. For a second the family thinks that Advit is mature then these creatures who get on their nerves.

"You are not going near Advit near," Roop warned them while serving the food and slapping their forehead, showing her disapproval.

"Maa, now they will say that they don't go near Advit. He himself came near them." Aradhya giggled while applying the butter to the multi-grain bread.

"Tu chup kar jaa varna pit jaaegi." Adranksh warned her while showing her the butter knife to. Aradhya smiled and made a weird face at his hollow warnings.

(You better shut up or you'll get beaten up.)

"Ab tum sab chup kar jaao aur shanti se khana khao varna main ek ek ko pakad kar marunga." Ishana interrupted the banter, which was about to start. His voice laced with finality, making them nod their head silently.

(Now all of you be quiet and eat peacefully, or else I'll grab each one of you and beat you up.)

Even the slightest words punch line for each other can create an altercation between the siblings and they will end up running around the house, trying to catch each other. Once their banter starts it get difficult for the elders to stop them.

They are ready to kill each other.

"Adhrit beta, do you know when Ashrit is returning from Mexico. I have prepared his favorite cookies for him," Heer said while walking back to her chair to sit after keeping the bowl on the table.

Noor have always like Ashrit because of his calm nature and matured personality. Even in their childhood he was the one who used to stop the fight between the siblings and lecture them for behaving. After every he used to come running towards her, telling every detail about the fight.

Heer and Ashrit were favorite gossips for ages.

Their bond was the reason for Ishaan to hate Ashrit. He never liked him near his wife or daughter because of his protective nature towards them. Seeing him getting irritated by his bonding with Heer, Ashrit used to tease him more by hugging Heer and kissing her forehead lovingly.

"Let him be there only. No need to come here." Ishana retorted before Adhrit could answer the question.

"Ohh hooo. Jealouslyyy. Jawani chali gayi Tauji ki par pyaar nhi." Rakshit teased, biting his bread wildly, making Ishaan roll his eyes.

(Tauji's youth may have gone, but his love hasn't.)

"Aur teri tameez chali gayi hai. Vo bade hai humse aise baat nhi kar sakta." Abhay spoke, seriousness dripping from his tone, making Rakshit scared for a second.

(And you've lost all your manners. He's older than us; you can't talk to him like that.)

"I know. I know. There was no need to scold me." Rakshit exclaimed dramatically with a pouty face. Abhay's serious tone didn't really scare him.

With the same banter and teasing everyone had their breakfast like every day. As Ashrit was out of town Adhrit visited Rajput mansion for his meal because he isn't allowed to have food at Ranawat's mansion after his parents deceased.

Only the elders of the family and Abhay knew about it, so they had invited him to have food with them every day until Ashrit returned and gave him the right place in the family.

"Maa, I need to leave for Patna tomorrow to see the construction work of the bridge," Abhay revealed to Roop and the family, wiping off his lips with the cloth.

"Okay. But be back soon as you can't miss Advit's first birthday," replying to him back Roop stood up as she finished her food by now.

"Don't worry, aunty. This man can miss anything but not his son's birthday." Adhrit replied, making Roop smile at them while shaking her head. . . . . . Abhay carried the two plates laden with food, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway as he made his way towards the stairs. Each step felt weighted, not just by the physical burden of the plates, but by the emotional weight that pressed heavily on his heart.

It felt like a leaden anchor, dragging him down with each upward stride. The climb to his parents' room seemed steeper than it actually was, the distance stretching out before him, an endless expanse of polished wood and looming shadows.

It wasn't as if this was a new routine, a foreign pilgrimage he was undertaking for the first time. He had walked this path countless times before. Yet, each journey seemed to amplify the strangeness, the subtle disconnect he felt walking into his parents' room.

There was an unsettling awareness that permeated the air, a quiet understanding that resonated deep within him: they never actually needed him. Not in the way he desperately craved, not in the way a child longs for the unwavering support and affection of his parents.

He paused just before the door, gathering his resolve. A deep breath filled his lungs, a conscious effort to steady the tremor in his hands.

He knocked softly, a hesitant rap against the wood. Even though the door was ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the hallway, he couldn't bring himself to simply walk inside. Etiquette, perhaps, or maybe a subconscious desire to prolong the inevitable encounter.

The door creaked open further, revealing his father, Vivaan, standing in the doorway. His eyes were bloodshot, etched with fatigue, a clear testament to sleepless nights spent wrestling with sorrow.

Abhay plastered a smile on his face, a carefully constructed facade designed to conceal the vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't allow his father to see the cracks in his armor, the raw pain that throbbed beneath the surface. In return, he received a small, almost imperceptible smile from Vivaan, a fleeting gesture that felt forced and strained, mirroring the artificiality of his own.

Guilt.

It hung heavy in the air, a tangible presence emanating from Vivaan's gaze. It was there in the lines etched around his eyes, in the slight downturn of his lips, in the weary slump of his shoulders.

Guilt, a constant companion, a silent accusation.

"You both didn't come for breakfast, so I thought I'd bring it up for you," Abhay said, his voice carefully modulated, attempting to sound light and casual.

He stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to his mother, Kriti. She was sitting by the window, her attention riveted on the same photograph she had been staring at for fifteen years now, a frozen moment in time that held her captive.

"Maa," he spoke, the word catching in his throat, emerging with great difficulty.

The simple address was laden with unspoken emotions, a plea for recognition, for connection.

Hearing his voice, she turned slowly, her eyes meeting his as she registered his presence in the room, food in his hands. Her broken self was laid bare before him, a heartbreaking tableau of grief and suffering.

Abhay felt a wave of shame wash over him, a profound sense of inadequacy for not being able to provide the comfort and solace they so desperately needed. He was failing them, he felt, unable to mend the shattered pieces of their lives.

"Look at the photo afterwards, but first, please have the food. You need to take your medicine," he continued, breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped the room.

His words were gentle, coaxing, tinged with a desperate hope.

He knelt down in front of her, near her feet, placing the plate carefully on the small table beside her.

Vivaan came forward and took one of the plates from Abhay, a silent gesture of gratitude. He began to eat slowly, mechanically, his eyes distant and unfocused. Meanwhile, Abhay gently fed his mother with his own hands, spooning small portions of food into her mouth.

Without a word, she silently accepted the sustenance, her gaze still fixed on the photograph, lost in the memories it evoked.

How much he wished she would look at him with the same warmth, the same love in her eyes that he imagined she once possessed.

He yearned for that connection, that unwavering affection.

But it never happened.

The light had long since faded, extinguished by grief and despair. And now, he had even lost the hope that it ever would. He was adrift in a sea of indifference, longing for a shore that remained perpetually out of reach.

Kriti was suffering from brain cancer, a relentless disease that had been slowly consuming her for three agonizing years now. The medication, while necessary, had taken its toll, causing significant hair loss.

Yet, despite the ravages of the illness, she still possessed a fragile beauty, a haunting reminder of the vibrant woman she once was.

They all knew, deep down, that she was waiting for her death, clinging to the hope of reuniting with Sirat in the afterlife. It was a morbid comfort, a twisted sense of solace that offered her a way out of the unbearable pain.

Abhay knew she would leave soon, that the inevitable separation was drawing closer with each passing day. But this time, it will be forever. Thirteen-year-old Abhay, already starved of his mother's love, would now be lost in its permanent absence, adrift in a world without her guiding light for a lifetime.

The void she would leave behind would be vast and unfilled, an echoing emptiness that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

"Maa, please take your medicine on time, and please do tell me when it gets finished," he said, his voice laced with anxiety, but received no reply in return.

Her silence was deafening, a stark reminder of the emotional distance that separated them.

Vivaan nodded his head in acknowledgment, a surrogate response in place of his wife's. After feeding her the food, Abhay silently took the plates, his heart aching with unspoken emotions.

Just like always, he lingered there for a few seconds, a hopeful pause, desperately yearning for her to call him, to ask him anything, to acknowledge his presence, his love.

But like always, he met with silence. A heavy, suffocating silence pressed down on him, stealing his breath.

Without saying anything, he left the room, his heart heavy with sorrow and disappointment. Entering the kitchen, he washed the dirty dishes meticulously, scrubbing away the remnants of the meal, a symbolic act of trying to cleanse the pain.

After they were spotless, he carefully placed them back in the rack, the clinking sound echoing in the otherwise silent house.

As he left the kitchen, his gaze fell on the room door, which was far away from the kitchen, tucked away in the corner. Against his conscious will, his legs moved almost independently, gravitating towards the door.

Without a second thought, his fingers worked to open the door. It was a magnetic pull, an irresistible force drawing him towards a place of both comfort and immense pain.

With cautious steps, he entered.

The memories of his sister consumed him, flooding his senses with vivid images of the past. The air was thick with nostalgia, a potent mixture of joy and unbearable sadness.

The room was tidy as always, meticulously maintained, a testament to his mother's unwavering dedication to order and cleanliness. Everything was in its place, arranged with a precision that bordered on obsession.

Roop always cleaned the room once a week, adhering to a strict routine, just like she did with every other room in the house. It was a way for her to maintain some semblance of control in a life that had spiraled out of control.

Moving further into the room, Abhay's gaze fell on something specific, something that always managed to pierce through his carefully constructed defenses. He noticed the photo frame, a simple wooden frame that held a precious memory: a picture of him with Sirat.

It was from Raksha Bandhan, a celebration of the bond between siblings. In the photo, Sirat was playfully forcing him to tie the Rakhi on her hand, her eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.

She had insisted on it, declaring that her brother needed her protection, that she was his guardian, his shield against the world.

A sweet, bitter smile curved over his lips, a fleeting expression that captured the complex emotions churning within him. The memory was a bittersweet reminder of happier times, of a love that had been abruptly stolen away.

Soon, that smile faltered, dissolving into a wave of overwhelming sadness as he realized that it was their last photo together. A stark reminder of what was lost. It's been fifteen years since Sirat left them in the tragic accident, a gaping wound that refused to heal.

It's been fifteen years since everything changed, since the foundation of their family crumbled.

Fifteen years since Abhay and Aradhya lost their brother, Vidyut.

He isn't in the place where Sirat is.

He is with them only, but Sirat's death affected Vidyut the most that he lost his ability to do anything. The tragedy had shattered him, leaving him a mere shadow of his former self.

Vidyut lost his whole existence.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of their lives, unable to fully participate in the world around him.

Walking out of the room, he went straight to his room, seeking refuge in the familiar surroundings. Suddenly, everything felt heavy, the weight of grief and sorrow pressing down on him with unbearable force.

Only this room, with its quiet solitude, could provide him with a semblance of comfort at this time.

Aadhvita.

The mere mention of her name brought a fresh wave of pain, a sharp ache in his chest.

'I need you,' the words escaped his lips in a small, whispered plea, a desperate cry for help.

Choking on his breath, he felt like passing out, his vision blurring around the edges. Walking near the side table as his legs were ready to give way beneath him, he reached out blindly, grasping for something to steady himself.

He managed to reach the table before filling the glass with water, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Gulping down the whole water in one go, he tried to catch his breath, struggling to regain control. It's difficult to live without her, who was the light in the abyss of his darkness and was able to face the dark reality of his life, he thought.

But without her, he can't. The thought was a crushing weight, a stark reminder of his own fragility.

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