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Ayesha's eyes locked onto Daksh's, her voice steady and firm, like a rock unmoved by the turbulent sea of emotions surrounding them. "You want to use me, Daksh Rawat?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of defiance, a challenge thrown down. "Okay, but listen carefully." She paused, her chest rising with a deep breath.
"I'm fucking pregnant," Ayesha dropped the bombshell, her words shattering the tension like a fragile vase hitting the floor. The room seemed to freeze, time standing still.
Daksh's face paled, his eyes widening in shock, as if he'd been punched in the gut. "Pregnant?" he stammered, his voice barely audible, a whisper lost in the void.
Ayesha's expression remained resolute, unwavering, a fortress of determination. "Yes, pregnant," she repeated, her voice echoing through the room, a declaration of independence. "And I won't let you use me or our child for your twisted revenge." Her words dripped with conviction.
The air thickened, heavy with unspoken consequences, like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. Daksh's gaze dropped, his mind racing with thoughts, fears, and doubts. Ayesha's revelation had shaken him to his core.
Ayesha continued, her words dripping with determination, each sentence a promise. "If you involve me in your vendetta again, I'll disappear." She paused, her eyes blazing. "You'll never find me or our child." Her voice was a warning.
Daksh's head snapped up, his face darkening, like a thunderstorm unfolding. "You wouldn't dare," he growled, his voice low, menacing.
Ayesha's smile was icy, a cold challenge. "Watch me," she said, her voice steady. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my child, even if it means leaving everything behind." The room fell silent.
The only sound was Daksh's ragged breathing, his mind reeling. A child? His child? The thought sent waves of uncertainty crashing through him.
Ayesha turned to leave, her final words hanging in the air. "Remember, Daksh Rawat, I'm not a pawn to be used." She paused.
"I'm a mother protecting her child." The door closed behind her.
Daksh stood frozen, his world shattered, like a mirror dropped on stone. A child? His child? The thought sent shivers down his spine.
His resolve wavered, for the first time, doubt creeping in. Had he gone too far?
Ayesha decided to confess her truth to Parth, to unburden herself of the secrets she'd kept hidden for so long. The weight of her deception had grown unbearable, and she knew that revealing the truth was the only way to free herself from the suffocating grip of guilt. She needed to meet him, to look into his eyes and reveal the tangled web of lies and deceit that had entwined their lives.
But before she could muster the courage to call Parth, fear crept in, its icy tendrils wrapping around her heart like a vice. What if he rejected her? What if he couldn't forgive her? The questions swirled in her mind, fueling her anxiety. Ayesha's hands trembled as she hesitated, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
As she stood frozen, paralyzed by uncertainty, Ayesha realized she needed someone to talk to. Someone who could offer guidance or simply listen, providing a safe haven from the turmoil brewing inside her. She scanned her contact list, skipping over familiar names until she landed on one that surprised her.
It was a name she never thought she'd reach out to, yet somehow felt drawn to in this moment of desperation. The connection was unexpected, yet strangely comforting. With a deep breath, Ayesha dialed the number, her heart pounding in anticipation.
The phone rang, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. Ayesha's palms grew sweaty, her mind racing with possibilities. Would they answer? And if they did, would they be able to provide the solace she so desperately sought? The uncertainty hung in the air like a challenge.