Prologue
“Mandir ke ghantiyaan sirf bhagwan ko nahi, sachai ko bhi jagati hain.”

The temple bells echoed across the twilight sky, soft yet piercing—just like the memories that never truly left her. The sun was slipping beneath the horizon, casting molten shadows over the ancient stone courtyard where time itself seemed to pause.

Abhira stood still.

She had returned to this mandir after years—not for faith, not for prayer, but because life had brought her full circle, right to the place where her soul had once shattered. It was here she had first learned that her newborn son, her BSP, was stillborn. That she would never get to cradle him, never hear his first cry. It was here she found out that the baby boy she raised with a mother’s full heart, was not truly hers.

And now, the mandir whispered to her once again.

“Maira hi aapki Pookie hai.”

The words sliced through her like glass. Time stilled. Air left her lungs. Legs trembled.

Her Pookie… alive?

Her Pookie… Maira?

The same Maira who had called someone else ‘Mumma’ all these years. The same Maira who had unknowingly looked into her real mother’s eyes, smiled, and walked away, again and again.

Her world spun as truth and betrayal collided. For seven long years, Abhira had mourned a daughter she believed was lost—when in reality, Pookie had been living under the same sky. Not in an orphanage. Not taken by strangers. But with the one man Abhira had once trusted above all—Armaan.

Her ex-husband.

The man she had once loved with every ounce of her being.

The same man who stood silent all these years.
The same man who had snatched her motherhood… twice.

It wasn’t Armaan who revealed the truth. No. It was Anshuman—the man Abhira was about to marry. The man who couldn’t bear to see her live in darkness any longer.

With every revelation, her heart cracked open a little more. The pain wasn’t just about the lies—it was about the years lost, the lullabies unsung, the birthdays uncelebrated, the wounds never allowed to heal.

She stumbled back, as the world blurred through the mist of her tears. But she didn’t fall.

Because this time, she wouldn't.

Every time her right to be a mother was stolen, it was by the same hands. But no more.

This time, she would rise—not for herself, but for Pookie.

For the daughter who was hers all along.

This mandir had once been a place of endings.

Today, it became the place of a beginning.

A journey of reclaiming lost love, lost years, and a bond that fate tried—but failed—to destroy.

Because a mother’s heart may break a thousand times…
…but it never stops beating.
Not for her child.
Not for her Pookie.

.........

One mother. Two children. A lifetime of lies.

At the same mandir where her world once crumbled, Abhira is shattered again—
“Maira hi aapki Pookie hai.”

The daughter she mourned… lives.
The man she loved… betrayed her.
And the truth she never imagined… is staring her in the face.

A storm of secrets.
A mother’s broken heart.
And a reunion fate tried to steal.

This is not just a revelation—this is the beginning of a war for love, truth, and blood.