Recap chapter 3
Thinking this, Ishaan turned to leave—but Yash stopped him. He tightly held Ishaan's hand, pulled him closer, and said, "Please… don't leave Yash alone too."
There was a soft innocence melting in Yash's voice— enough to make Ishaan's heart skip a beat.
As he said this, Yash slightly opened his eyes. Seeing Ishaan so close above him, he pressed his lips to Ishaan's and kissed him.
That moment— the scent of alcohol, Yash's warm breaths, and his sudden action— for one second, Ishaan's world completely froze.
Shocked, Ishaan pushed him away, rushed out of the room, and in his haste, collided with a woman outside.
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The woman asks him:
"Who are you and what are you doing here so late at night?"
In response to the woman's question, Ishaan says hello and continues:
"I'm Ishaan, Yash's friend. I just came to drop him home!"
Saying this, Ishaan walks out of the mansion, gets on his bike, and leaves.
There was some suspicion in the woman's eyes... some worry... and a little bit of affection too, as if she loved Yash very much.
Then the woman goes to Yash's room, opens the door, goes to Yash, takes off his shoes, sits down beside him, and gently strokes his hair with her hand...
There was motherly love in her eyes—
The kind that a mother or a very close person has.
Then she lovingly says goodnight to Yash, kisses his forehead, and leaves his room.
A short while later, Ishaan reaches his home, parks his bike inside, and enters through the kitchen window...
As soon as he comes inside, the same moment keeps replaying in his mind—
Yash stopping him...
His innocent voice...
And that kiss.
As soon as he turns on the room light, he sees a girl standing there...
As soon as he turns on the room light, he sees a girl standing there who was very beautiful and sweet-looking.
She pouts and says—
"Brother, you're late again today. You know Mihika can't sleep without you!"
Ishaan looks at her for a moment and smiles.
No matter how tiring the day is...
Seeing this little girl's pouting face makes all his stress disappear.
Ishaan goes to her, takes her hand, and while leading her to the room, says—
"Okay, when you get married, do you intend to take me with you as part of your dowry?"
To which Mihika smiles and says—
"If my husband doesn't have a problem, I'll bring him here to live with me!" Ishan laughs softly at her words, but the fatigue was clearly visible on his face.
Mihika immediately cups his face and asks—
"Brother... are you alright? You look very troubled."
Ishan pauses for a moment.
He remembers—Yash resting his head on his back…
His fingers gripping his waist…
And then—that kiss.
His heart starts beating a little faster again.
But he doesn't tell Mihika anything and simply says—
"I'm a little tired, that's all."
Mihika looks into his eyes and understands that it's not just about "tiredness"...
But she doesn't ask anything further.
She softly says—
"Come on, drink some water first."
Ishan sends her to the bathroom, quickly changes his clothes, and then puts her to sleep.
But when he lies down on his own bed…
His mind is far from calm.
As he tries to sleep, he touches his lips, remembering Yash's kiss, and says to himself—
"This boy is a total flirt, a number one flirt, he doesn't stop flirting even when he's drunk!"
But behind that smile, his heart feels a little confused…
Was there only intoxication in that kiss… or something more?
Why did Yash stop him?
And why… can't he forget that moment?
Ishan turns over.
Sleep is in his eyes, but the turmoil in his mind is growing.
On the other hand…
Naira was repeatedly calling Yash, but Yash was in such a deep sleep that he was completely unaware.
His phone was ringing continuously…
The screen kept flashing "Naira Calling…".
But Yash… was lost in his own world. Naira stands on her balcony, looking at Yash's picture, and says to herself:
"I wish, Yash, you could understand my feelings for you without me having to say anything. The whole world sees us as perfect together... but why don't you see it?"
Tears stream down her face as she says this.
The wind had picked up...
The tears falling from her eyes seemed to be carried away by the wind, disappearing into the night.
Naira clutches her chest, leaning against the railing.
Her heart was breaking...
With every passing moment, she felt the same fear—
"Is Yash leaving me?"
"Is there someone else in his life?"
And she didn't know...
that at this very moment...
a storm was raging in someone else's heart because of Yash.
Then she wipes away her tears and goes to sleep. After lying down on her bed, she closes her eyes. Her breathing was heavy tonight, as if she wanted to confide all the things weighing on her heart to someone...
but there was no one there. The room light was dimly lit, and the cool breeze coming through the window touched her forehead, as if comforting her.
That same night... in Yash's room...
Yash was in a deep sleep.
But there was a faint smile on his face...
as if in his dreams he was in a safe, warm place.
His finger twitches slightly...
as if he was still holding someone's waist.
His lips curve slightly...
as if he was reliving a kiss.
Yash was heavily intoxicated, but his heart had felt everything.
He didn't know...
but a change had taken place in his heart today.
A new name was slowly making its way into his world—
Ishan.
Slowly, the night passes, but every moment of the night had filled her heart with even more pain... a silence that screamed.
Morning had already arrived.
The moment Yash woke up, he sat up and clutched his head tightly, muttering to himself—
"Oh shit, man… looks like I drank way too much last night. That's why my head is pounding so badly."
There was exhaustion, irritation, and a hint of restlessness in his voice—
as if something deep inside him had broken…
and the weight of memories was hammering against his skull.
As he spoke, he began wondering how he had even managed to get home last night.
The confusion was clearly visible on his face.
Just then, a servant knocked on the door.
The soft tapping only added to his irritation.
"Coming," Yash replied—
not loudly, just drained.
The servant was holding a tray with lemon water meant to cure a hangover.
The moment Yash saw it and the tray was extended toward him, he asked—
"Who told you to bring this?"
There was both suspicion and anger in his voice,
as if something inside him had already been burning.
The servant hesitated for a moment, then said nervously—
"You came home quite drunk last night… so I thought you might need this."
She was lying… but she had no choice.
The fear was evident in her eyes—fear of what would happen if she spoke the truth.
She placed the water down and left.
Yash kept staring at the tray,
as if he could see the lie floating inside it.
Downstairs, meanwhile, a woman asked that same servant—
"Did Yash suspect anything?"
Her voice carried fear, anxiety, and an odd trace of motherly concern…
but her fear was greater—not of Yash, but of Rajveer.
The servant quickly replied no.
The woman gestured for her to leave—
as if a secret mission had been successfully completed.
Upstairs, Yash picked up the lemon water and took a sip.
Bitterness spread across his lips, irritation across his face—
as if someone had forcibly mixed bitterness into his life.
As soon as he picked up his phone and saw countless missed calls from Naira,
his heart skipped a beat.
He remembered how badly he had spoken to her the previous night.
He immediately called her.
The moment Naira answered, Yash said without letting her speak—
"In half an hour, I'm coming to pick you up. Be ready."
That was his way of saying sorry.
He couldn't apologize properly,
yet inside he was completely shattered…
Perhaps Naira was the only one in front of whom he could be a child.
He cut the call—
as if he didn't even have the courage to listen.
Then he went to take a shower.
Even the water falling from the shower couldn't ease his stress today.
More than water, memories of last night were flowing down his face.
After getting ready, he stepped out, lost in thought.
Though dressed neatly, a deep restlessness lingered in his eyes.
Entering the hall, he asked coldly—
"Who brought me back to the mansion last night?"
The servant replied—
"Sir, some of your friends dropped you home."
Yash's frown deepened.
Fragments of last night flashed through his mind like lightning—
broken, blurred memories.
He ordered a beautiful teddy bear.
It was his guilt—
something he couldn't hide.
As he sat at the dining table, today's meal was served.
Fresh, hot, clean Indian food…
The same food Shagun had wanted to feed him with love.
The moment Yash saw it, his heart didn't cool—
it burned even more.
He understood immediately who had made it.
Furious, he shouted—
"Who made this food today?!"
And without thinking, he swept the entire meal onto the floor.
The sound of shattering glasses felt like the sound of Shagun's heart breaking.
The servants froze in fear.
Just then, that woman—Shagun—came forward.
Gathering all her courage, she said softly—
"Yash, I made all this for you."
There was a mother's love in her voice…
But to Yash, she wasn't a mother—
she was fear, lies, and another name for pain.
Yash snapped angrily—
"Oh… Miss Shagun Malhotra! So I was right. This was your doing!
And that disgusting lemon water—
you must've told the servant to bring that too!"
Shagun was about to say something when she spoke—
"Son… why do you talk to me like this? I'm your mother…"
That was the last thing she should have said.
Those words were poison to Yash.
In them, he didn't hear memories of his real mother—
he heard fear, the same old pain.
He grabbed a nearby flower vase and slammed it onto the floor.
The sound echoed through the hall.
And he screamed—
"No! You're only Rajveer Malhotra's wife—stay that way!
Don't try to be my mother!
And I know very well you do all this just to impress Rajveer Malhotra,
so that he transfers all his property in your name
and throws me out of this house!"
There was no hatred in his eyes—
only a pain so deep that no one in the world could understand it.
Yash stormed out like a tempest.
As soon as he got into the car, the driver locked it,
and as the car left the mansion, Yash didn't look back even once.
Inside, Shagun collapsed onto the floor, crying—
"Yash… what should I do so the hatred in your heart finally disappears?"
She was completely broken.
Yash's car screeched to a halt outside Naira's mansion.
His anger still hadn't faded,
but the moment he saw Naira, some softness appeared on his face.
Naira stepped outside and saw Yash standing there with a teddy bear—
her heart melted for a moment.
Because Naira knew—
Yash didn't apologize with words, but with gestures.
When Yash said in a childlike voice—
"Sorry for last night, Naira…"
The guilt in his eyes was as clear as the morning sunlight.
Naira smiled, though a little pain was hidden in her eyes.
She said softly—
"I thought… you'd be angry with me."
Handing the teddy bear to her, Yash said—
"Can Yash ever be angry with his Naira?"
That moment, Naira's smile was genuine.
She ran upstairs with the teddy bear
and placed it on the most special spot on her shelf—
right where she kept her favorite things.
Because for her, Yash was exactly that—
"the most special."
They both got into the car… the doors locked…
and the journey began.
But Yash's eyes were lost somewhere outside the window.
Naira noticed—
there was still pain on his face…
Pain he was hiding.
But Naira knew—
Until Yash himself wanted to,
he would never share his suffering with anyone.
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