Payal's POV

My heart sank as Mum's revelation continued, each word carrying a weight of sorrow and regret. I hurried to fetch Bhabhi, knowing Dad needed medical attention. Bhabhi's worried expression mirrored my concern.

"Papa, how many times have I told you not to raise your blood pressure?" Bhabhi scolded gently, her voice tinged with worry. Dad nodded weakly, his eyes filled with emotion as he asked Bhabhi to leave.

As we moved to leave, Mum's voice stopped us.

"Wait," she pleaded, her face etched with worry lines. "I need to finish telling you."

She continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

They finally agreed, and we arranged for Garima to stay in Lucknow, away from her family, so no one would suspect. She was made to look five months pregnant to avoid suspicion when you were born. Thankfully, the delivery was safe. After we gave you to Garima, we tried to visit regularly until threats forced us to stop. We had guards watching over you and the family. When Khushi was born, she was kidnapped at two months old. We searched everywhere and then saw Shashi and Garima had two daughters. They told us you were found on their doorstep. We recognized you instantly, but seeing the bond you shared with Garima and Shashi, we couldn't take you back.

Mum's voice cracked with emotion as she continued, recounting the ongoing threats that prevented them from openly reconnecting with us.

We felt jealous of the love you had for Garima and Shashi. They refused money and promised to care for you genuinely. We feared losing you again and manipulated them to lie about their love for money and move away. When you met through Nk seven years ago, I received a message that night.

Mum handed over a piece of evidence, a chilling reminder of the ongoing threats that haunted their lives and kept us apart.

Dad (interrupting) - Also, after extensive interrogations with the help of police and our detectives, we found out who the culprit is...

Before Dad could finish his sentence, my phone rang and it was Karan calling urgently.

Karan (worried) - Payal, come home as soon as possible. Please.

Before I can even ask him what's wrong, he abruptly ends the call. I turn to Khushi, my heart pounding with worry.

Me (worried) - We need to go home immediately. Karan sounded really worried about Vivu and Aru.

Without a second thought, Khushi and I rush out of our parents' house, too agitated to even bid them farewell. I drive with urgency but slow down when I feel Khushi trembling beside me. Carefully parking the car, we rush inside our home, bracing ourselves for what awaits us.

The walkway leading to our home was adorned with a profusion of flowers, meticulously arranged in vibrant hues. Each bloom seemed handpicked, reminiscent of a garden bursting with life. Among them were our favorite flowers, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air. As I scanned the floral display, a sense of suspicion crept over me, but when I glanced at Khushi, she was engrossed in the beauty around us, her playful spirit lifting the mood.

Khushi couldn't resist bending down to smell the nearest flowers, her whimsical nature on full display. With a mischievous grin, she plucked a few blossoms and playfully presented them to me.

Khushi (teasingly) - Ms. Payal Gupta, will you do me the honor of walking down the aisle with me? Jiji, please decide fast; my knee is killing me

Unable to stifle my laughter at her antics, I accepted the flowers and pulled her into a warm hug. Together, we proceeded inside, curious and excited for the next surprise awaiting us.

As we stepped into the ballroom, a wave of familiarity and delight washed over us—the entire space bathed in shades of deep purple, from the curtains draping elegantly along the walls to the plush carpet underfoot. The lighting played with different hues, casting a soft, ambient glow that highlighted the regal colour scheme.

In the centre of the room stood a magnificent cake adorned with intricate purple frosting and delicate floral decorations, a testament to the attention to detail put into every aspect of the celebration. Its presence drew us in, hand in hand, marvelling at its beauty.

Before we could fully approach the cake, the air erupted with joyful voices, shouting in unison:

Voices (Yelling) - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Startled, we turned around to see our children, their faces lit up with smiles, standing beside Karan and Samrat, who were making their way toward us with beaming expressions. The room seemed to sparkle with happiness, the purple theme adding a sense of warmth and intimacy to the joyful occasion.

Aru's dress

Vivu's Dress

Sam's Dress

Karan's Outfit

Precap - Party!! and Vivu and Akash

Do you think that Taj and Jhanvi's reasons are justified? Did they do the right thing by staying away from their daughters?

Who is the blackmailer?