For those who are completely confused about the family here I am sharing a family tree of Suryavanshi's



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A U T H O R' S  P O V

The afternoon sun in Dubai didn't feel like warmth; it felt like an interrogation. The light cascaded through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury suite, illuminating the sharp edges of Rashika's face and the hollow coldness in her eyes. She stood perfectly still, a silhouette of elegance against a backdrop of gold and glass. In her mind, the gears were turning, replaying the highlights of a life built on a foundation of sand.

"I left that wedding for what... for this man?" A sad, twisted smile ghosted over her lips; it's not only avyukt and truth she had left. The smile on her face was a bitter realization. She wasn't thinking of Avyukt—the man whose life she had systematically dismantled. She was thinking of Vikram Khanna.

Rashika had always played the long game. She had walked away from the altar and from Avyukt's life—a life of respect, security, and a man who would have moved mountains for her—because she craved the dangerous, jagged edge of the Khannas. She thought Avyukt was too stable, too work-oriented, and too boring; she wanted fire. She always believed the luxury she desired he couldn't give her.

The fire had burned her alive. She looked at her reflection in the gilded mirror. To the world, she was a woman of grace and tragedy. But in the privacy of this Dubai room, she was just a woman who had realized she had traded a diamond for a shard of broken glass.

Vikram Khanna didn't love her. He didn't even respect her. To him, she was just a trophy stolen from the shelf—a way to humiliate Avyukt. He used her, disgraced her, and then demanded that she destroy the only family that had ever truly cared for her to cover his tracks.

The memory of Hridyan's final look outside the hospital—that unfiltered, bone-deep disgust—burned in her mind. She had murdered him to protect a lifestyle that had become a gilded cage. In this cage, she was slapped, belittled, and ordered to erase the life growing inside her. She had sprinted across a field of thorns, convinced they were the stems of a grander rose, only to find there was no flower at the end.

F L A S H ~ B A C K

The Suryavanshi empire appeared impenetrable, but every fortress harbors a hidden fracture. While Avyukt was in Australia, relentlessly expanding the family legacy, that fracture was splintering into a chasm at home. Rashika was never the porcelain doll Avyukt worshipped. Beneath the refined exterior lay a woman of predatory hungers. Bored by the long-distance devotion of a man she dismissed as a "workaholic," she sought a more visceral thrill. She found it in Vikrant Khanna—the heir to the only rival empire the Suryavanshis couldn't dismantle.

It wasn't merely an affair; it was a total desecration of blood and bond. The secret remained buried in the shadows of luxury hotels and whispered lies until the biology of her choices finally betrayed her. She was carrying a Khanna heir while draped in the promises of a Suryavanshi marriage. "Vikrant, I am pregnant... I—I," she whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched the silk sheets.

"Shut up, dumb woman. Just abort the child. We both know our purpose," Vikrant snarled. He didn't offer comfort. Instead, he wrapped a hand around her neck, his grip tightening as he forced her body to align with his. There was no love in his movements, only a violent need for possession. He rammed into her cunt with a brutal lack of concern, making her gasp in a mix of pain and horror.

"Ahhh... n—no, we can't," she choked out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Vikrant halted, his breath hot and smelling of malice against her ear. "Do I look like I care? Abort it. Otherwise, I will tell everyone what you're doing behind your fiancé's back, baby." He didn't wait for her to weep. He flipped her effortlessly, pinning her down with a leg hooked over her shoulder. He fucked her with a cold, rhythmic cruelty that left her dizzy. He slapped her when she cried too loud; he spat on her when she begged him to stop. Rashika lay there, feeling the soul-crushing weight of her choices. She had betrayed Avyukt for this—for a man who treated her like filth, all for the sake of a thrill that had turned into a nightmare.

Time passed, and the tension in the Suryavanshi mansion grew like a silent tumor. Avyukt had already arrived back from Australia a week prior, his presence imposing and his eyes fixed on the future. Hridyan, the gentler soul of the family, hadn't been feeling well. A persistent, sharp pain in his ear had become unbearable. Thinking it was a simple infection from the recent pool party, he had made a quiet appointment at the city's top private clinic.

He sat in the doctor's office, the sterile smell making him uneasy. "Your ear has a slight infection, Hridyan," the doctor said, glancing at a file. "I'll prescribe some drops. But... while you're here, I should probably hand this to you. The nurse was going to mail it to the mansion today." The doctor slid a manila envelope across the desk. It was addressed to The Suryavanshi Residence, but the patient's name was Rashika. In a hurry, she had to write a different address.

"She used your family's private account for the tests," the doctor explained, unaware of the bomb he was handing over. "Since you're here, it saves us the courier." Hridyan opened the file, expecting to see a routine check-up. Instead, his blood turned to ice.

Patient: Rashika Mehrotra (Associate)  Status: 8 Weeks Pregnant Note: A paternity test was requested against 'Vikrant Khanna' (Private Lab).

The world stopped spinning for Hridyan. He looked at the sonogram—the tiny, flickering life that was the ultimate proof of his brother's betrayal. He didn't see a baby; he saw the destruction of Avyukt's heart. He didn't know that Rashika was already planning his end. He didn't know that the ear infection was just the beginning of her using his medical vulnerabilities against him.

The sterile air outside the hospital felt like it was suffocating Hridyan. He stood on the pavement, the heavy manila folder feeling like a ticking bomb in his hands. He looked at the woman standing by her luxury car—the woman who was supposed to be his future sister-in-law—and felt a wave of nausea

"This is how you repay Bhai, huh?" Hridyan's voice cracked the silence like a whip. Rashika spun around, her face instantly draining of color. She looked at the file in his hand, then at his eyes, which were burning with a hatred she had never seen in the gentle Hridyan.

"Hridyan, I can explain—" he scoffed

"Explain?" he stepped into her space, his shadow looming over her. "Cheating on him? Getting fucked by his enemy? He trusted you with his life, Rashika! He was in Australia working himself to the bone for a future with you, and you're out here carrying a brat's?" He grabbed her wrist, his grip so harsh and tight that her bangles dug into her skin. He didn't just hold her; he banged her wrist back against the car door, pinning her there.

"You're a traitor," he hissed, his face inches from hers. "You're a stain on this family. I'm going to take this file, I'm going to call Avyukt, and I'm going to make sure he never sees your face again. You're done, Rashika. You're dead to us." Rashika didn't cry. As the initial shock wore off, her eyes turned into cold, dark pebbles. She looked at his hand on her wrist, then up at his face.

"You think he'll believe you?" she whispered, her voice dangerously calm. "I'm his childhood love, Hridyan. You're just the little brother who's always been 'too sensitive'; I'll tell him you tried to assault me. I'll tell him you stole this file to blackmail me." "Try it," Hridyan spat, shoving her away so hard she stumbled. "The blood tests don't lie. The DNA won't lie. I'm going to the mansion. If I were you, I'd start packing."

He turned his back on her, walking toward his car with the evidence tucked under his arm. He was so blinded by his own righteous fury that he didn't see the way Rashika reached into her purse, her fingers closing around her phone.

She didn't call Vikrant. She called the men who would eventually help her. "He knows," she said into the phone, her voice cold and flat. "Hridyan has the file. He's going home. He can't be allowed to talk to Avyukt. Do whatever you have to do—but make it look like an accident. And find me that poison we discussed. The one that mimics heart failure." She watched her receding figure, standing by her car, the wind whipping her perfectly styled hair across her face. She didn't move. She watched Hridyan's receding figure, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure, unadulterated venom. Hridyan had just become a death sentence to her ambitions, her lifestyle, and her very survival

"You fool," she hissed under her breath, her chest heaving with a jagged rhythm. "You think you're a hero? You're just a corpse that hasn't realized it's stopped breathing yet." Every step Hridyan took away from her felt like a hammer blow to her future. If that file reached Avyukt, she wouldn't just be kicked out; she'd be destroyed. Avyukt wouldn't just break up with her—he would erase her, and he didn't tolerate traitors.

She gripped her phone so tightly that the screen protector cracked. The image of Hridyan's disgusted face burned in her mind. He had looked at her like she was trash—he, the little brother who she used to babysit.

"I won't lose it all because of your pathetic 'morality,'" she whispered She watched his car pull out of the hospital lot, her mind already spinning a web. She needed a distraction. She needed a way to turn his "truth" into a lie. And she needed someone who could she blamed everything to stay clean The anger in her eyes died down, replaced by a terrifying, hollow stillness. She touched her stomach—the child of a man who hated her. 

Meanwhile, Hridyan dialed Avyukt's number continuously, but he didn't pick up. His thumb moved in a frantic, trembling rhythm, redialing Avyukt's number for the tenth time. Pick up, Bhai. Please, just pick up. But the phone only emitted the cold, mechanical ring of a man too busy conquering the world to save his own brother. The silence on the other end felt like a death knell.

Desperation clawing at his throat, he switched to his mother's contact. The line clicked open, but the victory was short-lived. Static hissed through the speakers, a wall of white noise burying her voice.

"Maa? Maa, can you hear me? It's Rashika—she's—"

"Hridyan? Beta? I can't... your voice is breaking up..." Her voice was a ghost, fading into the digital abyss of a poor connection.

"Damn it!" Hridyan roared, slamming his palm against the steering wheel. The horn blared a lonely, discordant note into the night, mirroring his internal scream. He was a man possessed, driving through the dark with the weight of his family's ruin sitting in the passenger seat in a crumpled manila folder. He never saw the trap until it was too late.

A pair of headlights blinded him from a side street. Sameer's SUV tore out of the shadows like a predator, a mountain of steel slamming into Hridyan's driver-side door. The glass shattered instantly, a million diamonds of light spraying across the cabin as the frame buckled inward Before Hridyan's brain could even register the white-hot agony of the impact, Kabir's car roared in from the opposite side. It was a perfectly executed pincer movement. Metal screamed against metal as they pinned his sedan between them, grinding the car—and Hridyan—into a twisted wreck of chrome and bone.

The phone, still connected to his mother's silent line, flew from his hand. The file—the proof of every lie Rashika had told—slid into the footwell, disappearing into the shadows as the world tilted and went black.

F L A S H ~ B A C K~ E N D' S

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