As Sahir navigated the highway, he casually mentioned, "I forgot to ask about Urvi. I didn't get to meet her at the farmhouse earlier."
Mihir's expression darkened, memories of Urvi's true nature as a Daayan and her vicious attack flashing through his mind. Before he could respond, Maira chimed in from the backseat, "Sir, Sahir has asked you about your Urvi baby. Please do answer."
Mihir's gaze snapped towards Maira, his eyes narrowing. "Did he talk to you? No, then keep quiet," he said, his tone curt.
Sahir intervened, his voice calm. "Mihir, behave. What did she do wrong? Isn't she your Urvi baby?"
Mihir's eyes flashed with annoyance, but he bit back his retort, the tension in the car palpable.
Maira's voice chimed in, a soothing balm to the tension. "Mr. Sahir, I think that sir had a huge fight with Urvi baby, hence he doesn't want to talk about it."
Mihir's eyes flashed with warning. "Maira, keep quiet," he growled.
Sahir's curiosity was piqued, and he tried to intervene, but Mihir cut him off. "Stop asking about Urvi, Sahir. If you're missing her so much, you should go to..."
Mihir's words trailed off, his gaze flicking to Maira in the rearview mirror. He bit back the word "Mohana", realizing he still hadn't gauged Maira's knowledge of the supernatural. The unspoken words hung in the air, a palpable tension between the three occupants of the car.
Mihir's retort was swift. "Anyways, forget about my life and focus on your boring and loveless life, Mr. Professor. If I were you, I would seek out love."
Maira's question caught him off guard. "Do you believe in love?" she asked, her voice genuine.
Mihir's response was delayed, his thoughts momentarily frozen by her query. Meanwhile, Sahir's mind wandered back to his accidental romantic moments with Teju. His expression remained neutral, but his thoughts betrayed a flicker of introspection.
In a different setting, Teju's thoughts mirrored Sahir's. She couldn't help but wonder about him, her mind pondering the reasons behind her growing distraction. The question lingered, unanswered, as she struggled to focus on the present.
Savi's gentle tap on Teju's arm brought her back to reality. "Hey, focus," Savi whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Teju's eyes snapped back to the present, a soft flush rising to her cheeks as she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, got lost in thought," she murmured, her attention refocusing on the task at hand.
As the highway unwound before them, Maira's query lingered in the air, a challenge to the occupants of the car. "Do you believe in love?" she asked, her gaze fixed intently on Mihir.
Mihir's eyes slid away, his profile a mask of indifference. But Sahir's response was different. A soft smile played on his lips, his eyes taking on a faraway look as he recalled the fleeting moments he shared with Teju. "I do," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mihir's gaze snapped back to Sahir, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in his brother's dreamy expression. "Wow, some girl has clearly addled your brain," he said, his tone laced with amusement and a hint of mockery.
Mihir's curiosity was piqued. "So, what's this girl's name?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.
Sahir's smile never wavered. "First, tell me about Urvi. Then I'll tell you her name," he replied, his eyes sparkling with intrigue.
Mihir's expression turned guarded. "When I don't know where Urvi is myself, how will I tell you?" he said, his voice tinged with frustration.
Sahir's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked, his tone probing.
Mihir's gaze drifted away, his silence speaking volumes. He said nothing, leaving Sahir to wonder about the enigmatic Urvi.
Maira's thoughts drifted back to the events that had transpired earlier, her mind recalling the image of Urvi trapped within a circle of golden sand. A faint glimmer of satisfaction crossed her face, her eyes fixed on Mihir's profile as she wondered if he knew the extent of Urvi's confinement.
In the depths of the jungle, Urvi's frustration simmered like a cauldron left unattended. Trapped within the circle of golden sand, she seethed with anger, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "I'll teach Maira a lesson she'll never forget," she vowed, her voice low and menacing. "She thinks she's won, but she's just played into my hands. I'll make her pay for her arrogance. I'll make her beg for mercy."
As she spoke, her words dripped with venom, her anger and hatred fueling her desire for revenge. But before she could continue, a figure emerged from the shadows. Ruby, in her witch form, approached Urvi with an air of superiority...
As Ruby emerged from the shadows, Urvi's defiant gaze faltered, and she bowed her head in submission. Ruby's words sliced through the air like a razor-sharp blade, cutting Urvi's pride to shreds. "How is it possible that we share the same bloodline, when you're so woefully inept?" Ruby's voice was laced with venom, her tone dripping with disdain. "I dispatched you to capture Mihir, a task that should have been child's play, yet you failed miserably. Sunehri's incompetence in eliminating Bishwa is mirrored by your own ineptitude in bringing Mihir to heel."
Urvi's voice trembled with a mix of fear and resentment. "Ruby Di, I had Mihir within my grasp, but that accursed Reevavanshi intervened, snatching victory from my jaws," she spat, her words tumbling out in a bitter torrent.
Ruby's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity, her mind conjuring up memories of the Reevavanshis she had encountered in the past - Nishant, Savi, and Piya, each a thorn in the side of the Daayan world. A calculating glint appeared in her eyes, as she whispered, "Reevavanshis... always hurdles in our path, forever standing between us and our desires." The air seemed to vibrate with Ruby's determination, as she wove a sinister plot to overcome the obstacles that lay before her.
As the car rolled to a stop, Sahir and Mihir escorted Maira to the threshold of her home, a charming bungalow that wore its modest means with quiet dignity. The Sharma residence, with its 75% whisper of affluence, stood as a testament to the family's respectable standing in society. The soft glow of the porch light cast a warm welcome, illuminating the gentle curves of the facade.
Maira's smile flashed brightly as she turned to bid farewell to the brothers. "Thanks for the ride," she said, her voice light and friendly.
As she stepped inside, the door creaked open to reveal the warm, comforting space within, where her grandmother, Kailashi, waited with a gentle smile. The house, with its unassuming charm, seemed to whisper secrets of the Sharma family's quiet joys and struggles, its walls bearing witness to the ebbs and flows of their lives.
As they settled into the car, Sahir's eyes locked onto Mihir's profile. "I noticed your expression when we dropped Maira off," he said, his tone probing.
Mihir's gaze drifted out the window, his thoughts reflected in his words. "To be honest, I thought Maira was from a middle-class home. But her place... it seems she's from a well-to-do family. It's surprising she's still working as my PA when they could have a huge business of their own."
Sahir's smile was gentle, his voice measured. "Don't judge a book by its cover, Mihir. Maybe Maira wants to work outside the family business. Maybe she's looking for independence, or a sense of purpose beyond the family name." His words hung in the air, a subtle reminder that there was more to Maira than met the eye.
Mihir's eyes narrowed slightly as a new thought occurred to him. "Or maybe she became my PA for a very specific reason," he mused, his voice low and contemplative.
A spark of intrigue ignited in his eyes. "This is getting very interesting," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The gears in his mind began to turn, piecing together the fragments of information about Maira and her motivations. The mystery surrounding her had just deepened, and Mihir's curiosity was piqued.
As the sun cast its golden glow over the Kashyap mansion, Sapna flung open the door, her eyes blazing with a mix of worry and desperation. She reached out to Mihir, her hands grasping for him like a lifeline, but he recoiled, his face a mask of disdain.
"Stop showing fake concerns," Mihir said, his voice laced with venom. "I know exactly what's going on here."
Sapna's face faltered, her eyes flashing with hurt. "Mihir, I—"
But Mihir cut her off, his words slicing through the air. "Don't pretend like you care. It's too late for that."
Sahir, witnessing the tense exchange, took a step forward, but Sapna's swift, pleading glance stayed his intervention, her gaze imploring him to let be. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, the tension between Mihir and Sapna palpable.