Four Years Later — Kothari Mansion
The Kothari mansion was alive with colors, laughter, and the fragrance of fresh marigolds. The mandap glowed under strings of lights, and the air buzzed with excitement. Today was not just a wedding; it was a celebration of love, family, and second chances. Charvi and Yug sat beneath the mandap, exchanging shy smiles and holding hands, their hearts beating in unison.
Sharda, adjusting her saree nervously, glanced toward the corridor. "Where are Gauri and Vihaan? What's taking them so long?" she muttered, a mix of impatience and anticipation in her voice.
From the far end of the corridor, footsteps echoed softly. Vihaan emerged first, holding their three-year-old son, Rihaan, in his arms. Gauri followed, her saree flowing gracefully, her heart pounding with emotion.
Gauri's POV
I am Gauri Sharma… or I was. Now, I am Gauri Vihaan Kothari.
Once, I was just a cab driver, a girl with a simple goal: to earn enough for my younger sister Charvi's heart transplant. I never imagined that the man I clashed with daily, ACP Vihaan Kothari, would become my soulmate. We married under circumstances that were far from perfect, yet love… love found its way.
I lost him once—to Sarvansh, to darkness—but I never gave up. Even when everything seemed lost, even when the world burned, I held onto love. And today… today we stand together, stronger, with our son in our arms. Today, love has won.
Vihaan's POV
I am ACP Vihaan Kothari.
Once, I thought Gauri was just a cheap dancer, a woman doing anything for money. I married her to protect my family, not realizing that she would become my guiding light. She saved me—time and again. She saved me from danger, from Sarvansh, and even from myself.
As Sarvansh, I craved power. I pushed her away, tried to reject love itself. Yet she never gave up on me. Her unwavering faith, her courage, her love—they became my redemption. Today, I am whole—not because of power, but because I have love. I have her, our son, our family. And nothing could be better than this.
Vihaan reached for Gauri's hand, their fingers intertwining. In that touch was a lifetime of shared pain, victories, tears, and joy. They exchanged a glance, silent yet overflowing with emotion, before beginning their walk toward the mandap. Each step felt sacred, as if the entire world was watching the culmination of a journey filled with trials and triumphs.
The family's eyes glistened as Gauri and Vihaan descended the steps together. Gayatri's hands trembled slightly as she wiped a tear. "Both my daughters are happy… and even Adrija," she murmured, smiling through her tears. Adrija had married a year earlier, and seeing her sisters find happiness brought her heart immense peace.
Under the mandap, four couples stood, their lives intertwined by love and destiny. Gauri and Vihaan finally faced each other, hearts racing, emotions overflowing. With a shared breath, they professed their love aloud, words that carried every trial they had endured, every fear they had conquered.
Their lips met in a tender, yet fervent kiss. Little Rihaan, smiling innocently in his father's arms, wiggled his tiny fingers, and as if touched by divine blessing, petals of flowers fell gently around them, soft and radiant, like a shower of love itself.
Gauri rested her head on Vihaan's shoulder, their hearts synchronized, their journey complete but their story just beginning.
Closing Words
Love is the fiercest power of all—not swords, not magic, not even fate itself. It is love that conquers darkness, heals broken hearts, and binds souls across lifetimes. No matter how many battles life throws, hope, faith, and love will always find a way. And in the end, love does not just survive—it triumphs.
The End