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Sanskar's anger was palpable as he threw Swara into the car and sped off to his penthouse. When they arrived, he carried her again, this time in a bridal pose, his strong arms wrapped around her.

Unconsciously, Swara's hands wrapped around his neck, her cold palms touching his warm skin.

As he entered the room, he tossed her onto the bed. "Sanskar..." Swara's voice trembled as she saw the darkness in his eyes, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Wrong move, my butterfly," he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. He pounced onto the bed beside her, his eyes burning with intensity. "You are mine to hold," he whispered, his fingers digging into her shoulder as he pulled her above him. "Mine to cherish," he added, his voice husky with desire.

Swara's gaze fell to his hand, and she whispered, "Your hand is bleeding..." But Sanskar seemed lost in the moment, his focus solely on her.

"You should be happy, then," he said, his voice laced with a hint of accusation. "You want me to suffer, don't you?"

Swara's eyes flashed with defiance as she retorted, "You're jealous, Mr. Maheshwari."

A sly smile spread across his face as he countered, "Yes, I'm jealous - just like you were jealous of Nandini."

Swara's face paled, and she hastily denied it. "No, I wasn't."

His voice dropped to a whisper, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. "I'm jealous because I love you."

Swara's eyes locked onto his, confusion and surprise warring within her. "But why would you feel jealous if you claim to hate me?" he asked.

"I thought you might be cheating," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It would've been a golden chance to get rid of you," she added, her words dripping with a mix of hurt and accusation, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance as she met Sanskar's intense gaze.

Swara's words hung in the air, her admission that she had suspected him of cheating, and that it would have been an opportunity to get rid of him, cut deep.

Sanskar's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he processed her words. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions and unresolved conflicts.

Sanskar's grip on her shoulder tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer, his voice low and husky. "Is that really what you think of me?" he asked, his words laced with a mix of anger and hurt.

Swara's eyes sparkled with tears as she questioned him, her voice laced with pain and accusation. "Did you give me any reason to trust you?" she demanded, her words hanging in the air like a challenge. "You blackmailed me, forced me into this engagement," she reminded him, her tone bitter

Sanskar's expression remained calm, but his eyes burned with intensity as he countered, "But did I ever look at another girl once you entered my life?" His question hung in the air, a challenge to her to acknowledge the truth.

Swara's glare intensified, her face twisted in frustration. "That doesn't make sense, Sanskar," she snapped, her voice rising in protest.

Sanskar's sudden movement sent a shiver down Swara's spine as he stood up, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. "Let's break the engagement then," he said, his voice cold and detached, his fist clenched and bleeding.

Swara's eyes widened in shock, her heart twisting in a mix of emotions. She felt a pang of pain and disappointment, despite knowing she had wanted this very outcome. Her mind reeled with confusion, questioning why she wasn't feeling triumphant or relieved.

As she searched his eyes for a glimmer of jest, she was met with an icy stare that sent shivers down her spine. The emptiness in his gaze chilled her, and for a moment, Swara felt like she was staring into the eyes of a stranger.

Sanskar's thoughts echoed in his mind, "I can handle your hate, but not your distrust."

His words hung in the air, a reflection of the pain he felt. "If you don't trust me, then it's better we end here," he stated, the sentence feeling like a weight on his chest.

As he uttered those words, his heart broke, the shards of his emotions piercing him like a thousand knives. A bitter smile spread across his face, a poignant reflection of the fate that seemed to be tearing them apart. The smile was a mask, hiding the anguish that threatened to consume him.

As the door closed behind Sanskar, Swara was left standing alone, her emotions in turmoil. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. "It's good for you, Swara," she told herself, trying to convince her heart of the truth behind those words. But the phrase felt hollow, echoing off the walls of her mind like a mantra she couldn't quite believe..

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Sanskar's eyes drifted shut as he lay on the long sofa in his lavish hall, the soft glow of the lights casting a dim shadow on his face. His mind replayed the events that had transpired, but the reason behind his actions was far from what it seemed. He hadn't left Swara because he'd given up or stopped loving her; he'd done so to protect her. A sense of foreboding lingered in his mind, a feeling of danger lurking in the shadows, watching his every move. Though death didn't scare him, the thought of losing those he loved did. If Swara hated him, it would be easier for her to move on if he left now. The pain of separation would be sharp, but she'd forget him sooner. Sanskar's grip on his emotions tightened, his resolve firm, even as his heart ached with the weight of his decision.

Nandini's eyes softened as she gazed at her brother's wounded hand, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he often projected. She had come to the living room to get a glass of water, only to find Sanskar lying on the sofa, his palm bleeding.

For a moment, she considered ignoring him, given their complicated past. However, something about his vulnerable state tugged at her heartstrings. Without a word, she fetched the first aid kit from the kitchen and returned to tend to his wound. Her hands moved gently as she cleaned the cut, her touch light and cautious. As she worked, she couldn't help but notice the contrast between the tough, stoic man he presented to the world and the pain he seemed to be harboring beneath the surface.

Nandini's voice was laced with a mix of bitterness and vulnerability as she tended to Sanskar's wound. "Don't think I accept you as my brother," she said, her words a shield to guard her emotions. "You just couldn't bear to see anyone hurt," she added, her tone accusatory.

Despite her words, Sanskar's gaze remained soft and gentle, his eyes locked onto hers with a deep understanding. He didn't argue or defend himself, simply allowing her to tend to his wound, her emotions and words hanging in the air like an unresolved question.

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Nandini's excitement was palpable as she jumped on the bed, her voice bubbling over with happiness. "Mani... I'm so happy!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy.

Manik's voice was laced with concern as he cautioned her to be careful, his worry evident even through the video call. "Baby doll, aram se, what if you fall?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

As he gazed at her through the laptop screen, he noticed something amiss. "Wait, where are you? This is not your room," he asked, his eyes narrowing as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Nandini's quick thinking kicked in as she fabricated a response. "I'm at my friend's house," she said, biting her lip nervously.

Manik's skepticism was immediate. "Truth," he demanded, his voice firm.

Nandini's tone softened as she tried to placate him. "Mani, when you return, I'll tell you everything," she promised, hoping to deflect his attention.

But Manik was already taking action. "Fine, I'm booking my flight now," he said, his fingers flying across his phone's keyboard.

Nandini's panic was palpable as she realized she couldn't let him come home. "Mani, don't, it's your dream project, you worked hard on it. You can't come leaving all that," she pleaded, but Manik seemed resolute, ignoring her protests.

Manik's expression turned stern as he demanded the truth from Nandini. "Fine, then tell me the truth now," he said, his voice firm.

Nandini sighed, knowing he wouldn't let it go. "I'm in Sanskar Maheshwari's house," she revealed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manik's confusion was evident as he asked, "What are you doing there?" Nandini's next words shook him to his core.

"He is my brother," she said, her voice trembling.

Manik's eyes widened in shock as he struggled to process the revelation.

"What? How? Baby, I'm not getting anything," he stammered.

Nandini's eyes welled up with tears as she began to explain. "Mani..." she started, her voice cracking. "I'm not Pops and Mumma's daughter, they adopted me," she burst into tears, the truth finally spilling out.

As she sobbed, she told him everything that had happened after he left for Switzerland, the words tumbling out in a rush. Manik's face was a picture of stunned silence, his mind reeling with the weight of her words.

Manik's voice was laced with hurt and betrayal as he asked, "All this happened and you didn't say anything to me?"

Nandini's eyes welled up again as she explained, "I didn't want to disturb you, Mani." She wiped away her tears, her voice soft. "I knew you would have come here leaving everything behind."

Manik's expression turned resolute, his jaw set. "That's what's going to happen now," he said, his tone firm.

Nandini's face contorted in a plea as she reached out to him. "Please, Mani, it's Raj Uncle's dream too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She tried to reason with him, her eyes shining with tears. "I'm okay, don't worry about me. Just a few months, and then you'll be here, right? Please, for me?" She made a cute face, her lips pursing in a pleading expression, hoping to melt his resolve.

"I love you, baby doll," Manik confessed, his voice filled with emotion.

Nandini's face lit up with a giggle. "I know," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Manik's expression turned mock-offended as he frowned, but his eyes twinkled with playfulness. "I love you more, my Mickey Mouse," he said, making silly faces at the camera, his attempt to look serious foiled by his own goofy grin.

Nandini's giggles turned into full-blown laughter, and she couldn't help but make funny faces back at him, the two of them engaging in a playful, loving exchange.

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Swara lay gazing up at the stars, her mind consumed by Sanskar's sudden decision to call off their engagement. A mix of emotions swirled within her - one part of her heart felt a sense of liberation, relieved to be free from a relationship that was suffocating her. But another part of her was restless, plagued by a nagging sense of uncertainty. Something didn't feel right. The abrupt nature of Sanskar's decision left her wondering if she was just a convenience, a placeholder until something better came along. Her thoughts swirled in the darkness, the stars above twinkling like unanswered questions.

Swara's anger and frustration simmered just below the surface as she thought about Sanskar's decision. "He just used you, Swara, how cruel he is," she thought, her mind replaying all the moments she'd felt uncertain or unappreciated in their relationship.

But as her mother entered her room, Swara's expression softened. "Beta, you didn't sleep?" her mother asked, concern etched on her face.

Swara shook her head, "Not feeling like sleeping, Maa." Her mother's presence was comforting, but Swara didn't want to rehash her emotions. "Why did you come here? Do you want something?" she asked, trying to deflect.

Her mother's tone turned stern. "Did your boss do something? He will never get happiness after snatching our peace." Swara smiled faintly at her mother's protectiveness.

"Leave him, Maa," she said, snuggling into her mother's lap. "I don't want to talk about him."

Her mother's gentle stroking of her hair was soothing, and for a moment, Swara let herself be comforted, letting go of the turmoil that had been swirling inside her.

As Swara's mother stroked her daughter's hair, her mind seethed with anger towards Sanskar. "You've made my Swaru's life a hell by forcing her into an unwanted relationship," she thought, her maternal instincts fiercely protective. "You will never find happiness in your life," she silently cursed, her words a mother's heartfelt plea for justice. "This is a mother's curse on you, may you never know peace." Her anger and concern for Swara momentarily overshadowed her calm demeanor, as she wished for Swara's happiness and well-being above all else.

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