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As Aashvika and Ekansh returned from the reunion, Aashvika couldn't help but notice the change in Ekansh's demeanor. He looked highly disturbed, his eyes clouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. Aashvika, sensing something was wrong, tried to approach him, but Ekansh simply ignored her and locked himself in the secret room inside his own room. Aashvika's curiosity was piqued, and she felt a sense of unease wash over her. She knew that Ekansh was hiding something, and she couldn't help but wonder what it was. She thought about all the times Ekansh had been there for her, all the times he had supported her and cared for her. And now, he was shutting her out, refusing to talk to her or tell her what was wrong. Aashvika felt a pang of hurt and confusion, and she didn't know what to do.
Aashvika's thoughts then turned to the previous night's reunion party. She remembered how Ekansh had suddenly disappeared, only to return with a frustrated and angry look on his face. His behavior had been strange and erratic, and Aashvika had been unable to get him to talk about what was wrong. She had tried to ask him, but Ekansh had simply brushed her off, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and pain. Aashvika's instincts told her that something was seriously wrong, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Was Ekansh in some kind of trouble? Was he hiding something from the rest of the family? Aashvika's mind was filled with questions, and she knew that she had to get to the bottom of things. She thought about all the possible reasons why Ekansh might be behaving this way, but none of them seemed to make sense. She knew that Ekansh was a private person, but this was different. This was like he was hiding something, something big.
As the day went on, Aashvika found herself growing increasingly concerned about Ekansh's behavior. She knew that he was a strong and capable person, but she also knew that he wasn't invincible. She knew that he had his weaknesses and vulnerabilities, just like everyone else. And now, it seemed like he was struggling with something, something that he didn't want to talk about. Aashvika's instincts told her that she needed to keep a close eye on Ekansh, to make sure that he was okay. She knew that she couldn't just sit back and do nothing, not when someone she cared about was clearly struggling. And so, with a sense of determination, Aashvika made a vow to herself to get to the bottom of Ekansh's secrets, no matter what it took. She would talk to him, try to get him to open up to her. She would do whatever it took to help him, to support him through this difficult time.
As Aashvika lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Ekansh and his mysterious behavior, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something was wrong, and she knew that she had to find out what it was. She was determined to uncover the truth, no matter how difficult it might be. And so, with a sense of resolve, Aashvika drifted off to sleep, her mind already racing with plans and strategies for uncovering Ekansh's secrets. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, that Ekansh would likely resist her efforts to get him to talk. But she was determined to try, to do whatever it took to help him and support him through this difficult time.


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As the morning sunlight streamed into the kitchen, Aarushi busied herself with cooking breakfast, her hands moving deftly as she expertly flipped the pancakes and scrambled the eggs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of pancakes and the savory smell of bacon. Just as Aarushi was about to plate the breakfast, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close. She smiled, recognizing the familiar touch, and leaned back into the warm embrace. It was a feeling she had grown accustomed to over the years, a feeling that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.
"Good morning, beautiful," Abhimanyu whispered into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Aarushi felt a flutter in her chest as she turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his warm, loving gaze. She smiled, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. It was moments like these that she cherished, moments when it was just the two of them, lost in their own little world. Abhimanyu's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back at her, his face filled with love and adoration. Aarushi's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed at him, feeling grateful for this man who had brought so much joy and love into her life.
"I was just making breakfast," Aarushi replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Abhimanyu's eyes scanned the kitchen, taking in the spread of food on the counter. "It smells amazing in here," he said, his stomach growling in anticipation. "You're the best cook in the world, you know that?" Aarushi laughed, feeling a flutter in her chest at Abhimanyu's praise. She knew that he was biased, that he loved her cooking simply because it was hers. But it was nice to hear nonetheless, and she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at his words.
Abhimanyu grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe a little," he admitted, "but it's true. You're an amazing cook, and an even more amazing person." Aarushi's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she looked up at Abhimanyu. She knew that she was lucky to have him in her life, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Abhimanyu leaned in and kissed Aarushi softly on the lips. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Aarushi's heart skipped a beat as she gazed up at him, her eyes locking onto his. "I love you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they pulled back, Abhimanyu smiled at Aarushi and said, "You know, I was thinking. Maybe we could have a family breakfast today? Get everyone together and catch up?" Aarushi's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. She loved family gatherings, loved the way they brought everyone together and created a sense of warmth and connection. "That sounds like a great idea," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'll go call everyone and let them know." As Aarushi pulled away to go make the calls, Abhimanyu smiled and watched her go, feeling grateful for this life they had built together, and for the love that they shared.

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As the morning sunlight streamed into the room, Krishnaa and Parth slowly began to stir. They were still wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in a way that seemed almost intimate. As they came to, they both froze, realizing the position they were in. Krishnaa's eyes widened in alarm as she quickly scrambled to move away from Parth, her face burning with embarrassment. Parth, on the other hand, looked crestfallen, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.
Krishnaa's sudden movement away from him seemed to have hurt Parth, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of rejection. He had grown accustomed to having Krishnaa by his side, and the thought of being apart from her, even for a moment, was unbearable. As Krishnaa moved away, Parth's eyes followed her, his gaze filled with a deep longing. He wanted to reach out to her, to pull her back into his arms, but he knew that he couldn't. Krishnaa had made it clear that she didn't feel the same way, and Parth was determined to respect her boundaries, no matter how difficult it might be.
As the silence between them grew, Krishnaa couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret. She knew that she had hurt Parth, and she didn't know how to make it right. She had been so caught up in her own emotions, her own fears and doubts, that she hadn't stopped to think about how her actions might affect those around her. Now, as she looked at Parth, she saw the pain and sadness in his eyes, and she knew that she had to find a way to make things right between them.
Parth, sensing Krishnaa's gaze on him, turned to face her. His eyes were filled with a deep sadness, and his voice was barely above a whisper. "Krishnaa, can we talk?" he asked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. Krishnaa hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. But then, with a sense of determination, she nodded. "Yes, Parth. We can talk."