"Kabir only loves his ambition," Samaira said, her voice low and trembling. "His business is everything to him. Just think about it-who would marry his stepbrother's fiancée on such short notice, without even seeing him? From the very beginning, he wanted to take over Pinnacle," Samaira continued, her voice thick with emotion. "He married you to achieve that goal. You were just a stepping stone. He never cared for you, Erica.""Shut up your bullshit samaira "I knew about this stop filling my ear against him I know my husband" Erica shouted Samaira released a mocking sigh "but After Anay came back and realized his mistake, he tried to talk to Kabir," Samaira pressed on, her eyes shining with tears. "He wanted Kabir to leave you because he knew about us. Kabir has always hated Anay, he always wanted to hurt him " Samaira whispered, her voice cracking. "And you became the perfect pawn in his game."Erica's heart sank as the pieces fell into place. She remembered Kabir's conversation wi
Erica walked into the Lifeline Hospital, her heart pounding with an urgency she couldn't explain. A sense of foreboding that clung to her like a second skin. Erica pushed through the sliding glass doors of Lifeline Hospital. a storm of emotions swirling within her. She had to know the truth about Samira ,She clutched the report tightly in her hands, She needed answers. Finding her way to the reception desk, she asked for the doctor mentioned on the report . The receptionist directed her to the cabin , and soon enough, she stood before a woman in a white coat who looked up from her desk with a professional smile. "How can I help you?" the doctor asked, her voice soft but polite. Erica wasted no time. "This report is your patient," she said, placing it on the doctor's desk with trembling hands. The doctor took the report without a second glance, scanning it quickly before meeting Erica's gaze. "Yes! Samira Ahuja is my patient," she replied, her tone indifferent, as though it was an
After a week of hospital stay, Kabir finally returned home. As the car pulled up to the entrance, he could see the entire mansion had been decorated with Flowers, candles, and fresh drapes hung in the windows. His father, Rajeshwar, had obviously spared no expense for his return. Kabir's eyes scanned the grand foyer as he stepped inside.The house felt alive, yet there was an unsettling stillness. His gaze flicked across the mansion, landing on his father, who was standing nearby, smiling with a warmth ."Where is Erica?" Kabir asked, his voice hoarse from disuse, his eyes searching the corners of the room. Rajeshwar, trying to maintain an air of calm, smiled gently. "She must be around, Kabir. But first, you should go to your room and rest."Kabir slowly moved his feet toward the staircase. His body still ached. But his mind-his heart-only had one question. Where was Erica?Once in his room, Kabir collapsed onto the bed, his exhaustion overwhelming him. He called out again, his vo
One day has passed Erica sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the divorce papers that lay on the floor beside her. . Her fingers were lightly pressed against her more than a month pregnant belly , as if trying to shield the child from the chaos that surrounded her. Tears streaked her face, her body trembling with sorrow and confusion. Her mind reeled as she thought about Kabir. The accusations, the heartache. But there was a gnawing feeling in her gut, a question that wouldn't leave her alone: The miscarriage, the money paid... Samaira , Everything was moving in her mind But for now, she could barely keep her thoughts straight as the silence in the room was broken by Diva's voice from the hallway."Di, someone is asking for you downstairs."Erica wiped her eyes quickly, trying to gather herself. She didn't want anyone to see her like this-vulnerable, broken. But there was no time to compose herself. She stood slowly, her legs unsteady, and made her way down the staircase.
In a rugged abandunt building , Kabir sat motionless on a chair , a gun resting in his hand. The atmosphere was thick with tension, his expression as cold and unyielding as stone. His eyes, devoid of warmth, stared ahead, unblinking. Surrounding him were a few men standing in commanding postures, their presence amplifying the sense of authority he exuded. Just beyond him, Samaira sat bound, her wrists tied behind her back, slightly angled away from Kabir. In stark contrast Anay stood before Kabir, seemingly unfazed. His hands were similarly bound, yet he wore an air of confidence, as if the gravity of the situation held no sway over him. The two men locked eyes, the silence stretching between them until Kabir broke it, rising to his feet."You did all this, didn't you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.Anay's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Do I have to talk to you while I'm tied up like this?""Open him," Kabir commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.As the ro
Erica burst out of the building, her breath ragged and her heart pounding. she scanned around for a moment there was no sign of Kabir. There was nothing. He was gone. Panick surge into her.She turned to the driver, "Take me to the mansion," she said, her words clipped with urgency. As the car pulled away from the curb, her mind was a blur. Anay’s harsh words echoed in her ears, but it was Kabir's face—twisted with hurt—that haunted her the most. *How could I have been so blind?* The realization hit her like a wave, and a knot of guilt twisted in her stomach. How would she ever apologize to him for everything she’d said? All the accusations, the mistrust, the anger. How would she even begin?The mansion came into view, but even as she rushed inside, hoping to find him there, the servants' words crushed her: *He hasn’t come back, ma’am.* Her heart sank. *Where was he?*Smriti’s loud sobs filled the air as she rushed past, frantic and wild. Erica barely registered her presence. Smr
Erica's pov ------------Two days had passed since that brief, conversation with Kabir. It wasn't much, but it was enough to leave a gnawing emptiness in me. Since that day, he hadn't returned to the bungalow. Not once. It felt like the house had become a stranger's home, a place where I was simply existing-waiting and hoping. The hotel site, where his project was underway, was only five kilometers away. He could've come back. But no. He stayed there, buried in work that he didn't even need to do. He is the MD His presence wasn't required at the site all the time . But Kabir had his reasons for staying away. It was obvious. He didn't want to see me. I thought of going there but it's his work place..may be I won't like me interfering in his professional space I spent my days here, in this empty, too-big bungalow, going through the motions. Staff came and went, some of his people bringing over things for him-papers, files, notes-but he didn't come. Not even once.....every time they l
The aroma of spices filled the kitchen, wrapping around Erica like a warm embrace as she hurriedly stirred a pot on the gas. She was making sure everything is perfect in the kitchen... since the time Kabir came from hospital so much have happened...she doubts if he had a proper meal even once....so she is making everything of his Choice by herself.... She wanted everything to be perfect for him.She meticulously prepared his favorite dishes, pouring every ounce of love and care into each one. The thought of him sitting down to eat, perhaps softening at the sight of the spread she had created, filled her with hope. Maybe, just maybe, this gesture would melt the icy walls a little bit between them and may be she get a chance to talk.After hours of cooking, the dining table was adorned with a feast-colorful curries, fragrant rice, and a decadent dessert she knew he loved. She stepped back to admire her hardwork , her heart swelling with anticipation as she waited for him to arrive.Minu
I was just beginning to drift into sleep when I felt Kabir shift behind me, his body pressing into mine. His arm snaked around my waist, and he started tracing his nose, down to my cheek, and then my neck. His breath was warm against my skin. “Kabir, stop…” I murmured, moving slightly away. “Tomorrow is Kavis’s exam. You know how stressed he gets—I have to wake up early.” “Yrr, he’s just a five-year-old kid. What stress you are talking about!! about.” Kabir groaned. “Erica, it’s been three months. Not even once…” His voice took on a pleading edge. “Please, baby.” I sighed, trying to keep my patience. “Kabir, please just sleep. Next week, pakka.” "Next week?" His voice darkened, and I felt him stiffen. A second later, he pulled away completely, turning his back toward me. I stared at his rigid shoulders, rolling my eyes. “Kabir… have you gotten angry?” I whispered, reaching out to hug him from behind. He didn’t respond, just tried to shake off my hands, but I didn’t let go. Eventu
After Anay returned home from the hospital, recovering from the bullet injury, Rajeshwar's fury knew no limits. In his eyes, Anay's betrayal was unforgivable-planning to murder Kabir was an act that shattered any hope of reconciliation. Enraged, Rajeshwar threw Anay out of the house, leaving him with nothing. Without a second glance at his family, Anay left in anger, seeking solace far away abroad, never once reaching out to even his mother, Smriti.Smriti, lost in the agony of losing her son, fell into a darkness she couldn't escape. The pain of separation consumed her, spiraling her into depression and anxiety. As the days passed, her health deteriorated rapidly. Her heart ached for the son who had become a stranger to her.Meanwhile, Kabir found joy in the soft glow of Erica's pregnancy. She was blossoming, her body slowly changing as the months went by, and Kabir, in his joy, became a pillar of care and concern. His protective nature over her was unwavering, but there was a kind o
The night spent on , each minute feeling like an eternity as she cried, the weight of Kabir's words pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. She was terrified of losing him, terrified that the fragile bond they had built was on the verge of shattering.Erica buried her face in her hands, her fingers trembling as she recalled the pain in Kabir's eyes when he had spoken. The magnitude of what he had said loomed over her like a dark cloud, and she felt utterly lost. But amidst the despair, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. She wiped her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand, inhaling deeply to collect her strength. She couldn't let fear dictate her actions any longer.----------------------------------------------Next morning ------------------------Kabir stood under the shower, the water cascading over him, yesterday night was hard for him ....he was feeling so frustrated and vulnerable ..so much going on in his mind so much so that in a way he was trying to was
"You think I cheated on you?" His voice was low, hoarse, as if it had been a long time since he'd spoken the words. "I never needed to do that, Erica." He took a step forward, his gaze piercing hers. "If I wanted, I could have anyone I want. But I wasn't interested in anyone... apart from you."Erica stood frozen, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions in his eyes. Her hands trembled at her sides, the weight of his words suffocating her."And if there had been someone else in my life," he continued, the bitterness in his tone cutting through the air, "I know you think I could trade anything for business, but the truth is, Erica... I would've never married you if I was having an affair. Never." His voice cracked slightly as the words fell from his lips, the rawness of his confession making her feel small, helpless."You know," Kabir's voice softened, a distant, painful memory creeping into his words, "My dad loved my mom, or so he always said. But he wasn
Erica's pov----------------I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on Kabir's profile as he watched the movie . I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for him to acknowledge my presence, but he didn't...my mind wandering to the tension between us.Slowly, I began to inch my way towards him, my movements deliberate and cautious. I didn't want to startle him, but I needed to break the silence that had been suffocating me for weeks. I slowly placed a hand on his torso, my face inches from his neck. I could feel the stiffness in his body, but he didn't say a word. He tried to remove my hand, but I held firm, my heart pounding in my chest.I leaned in, my nose touching his skin, and began to give him soft kisses near his ear while muttering "sorry" over and over again. I knew it was a risk, but I was desperate to reconnect with him, to make him see me, to hear me.Suddenly, Kabir's voice cut through the air, his tone firm but controlled. "Erica, stop it!" he saidI didn't back down.
Erica's pov ---------------------As I blinked awake, the familiar haze of sleep dissipated, revealing the stark emptiness beside me. Kabir hadn’t come to bed again, and the realization sent a surge of irritation through me. Just then, I caught sight of the relentless downpour outside. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded toward the balcony, the sound of rain drumming against the pavement growing louder with each step. The sky was in a shade of gray, heavy clouds swirling ominously, with flashes of lightning in between that illuminated the world for a split second. As I was watching A crack of thunder followed, sending a shiver down my spine, and I took a step back to inside, heart racing.I made my way downstairs so that I could ask for Kabir . As I descended the final few steps, I spotted him near the entrance, his hand resting on his waist, deep in conversation with the driver. Kabir’s expression was of an annoyance , his gaze fixed on the stormy landscape outside
Please vote and comment 💭⭐❤️----------------------------------------------Erica groggily sat up in bed, the sunlight streaming through the curtains piercing her eyes like tiny needles. She winced, pressing her palms against her temples, where a pounding headache throbbed with intensity.The memories of the previous night flickered in and out like a faulty light bulb. Just as she was beginning to calm herself, a soft knock interrupted her thoughts."Good morning, mam!" a cheerful voice chimed as the maid entered, a bright smile lighting up her face. She placed a tray on the bedside table with a gentle clatter.Erica squinted at the tray. "What is this? And where...where is Kabir?" she asked, her voice shaky as she examined the plate of toast and the glass of lemon water.The maid hesitated, glancing down at the floor as if searching for the right words. "Mam, sir went to the hotel site. He asked me to give you this lemon water. He also said to give you this medicine if your headach
The car pulled up to the bungalow parking lot, and Kabir stepped out from his side. As he reached the front of the vehicle, Erica hurried out as well and took hold of his hand. "Kabir, please listen to me! Just this once, baby... I’m begging you," she pleaded with a tone of urgency. "Erica, it's already very late at night , let me go and sleep please ," he replied, attempting to move ahead removing her hold but something made him pause. He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing. “Also, I’m very glad your ankle healed so fast,” he added, scratching the back of his ear while glancing at her injured ankle that had been sprained just moments earlier.Erica gaze dropped to her ankle, and she immediately attempt to lift it while feigning a wince of pain...ouch...no..no...it still hurts..He turned away, shaking his head as he walked towards the entrance of the bungalow. The sound of her voice trailed behind him, desperate and pleading. “Kabir! Kabirrrr! Kabir... stop and listen to me once!”But
The next night--------------------------Erica pushed open the door to her room, expecting the usual stillness of the space, but instead, she was met with the sound of rustling clothes and Kabir was standing there, his back to her and with precise movements of his hands he was combing his hair catched her attention. He was dressed in a sleek black shirt and jeans that fit him just right. every detail of his attair was perfect. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him in silence for a moment before stepping closer. "Are you going somewhere?" Erica’s voice was laced with curiosity, but Kabir didn’t even acknowledge her presence at first. His eyes remained focused on his reflection as he adjusted his shirt, then bent down to slide on his shoes, all the while whistling a carefree tune.Erica raised an eyebrow, the question lingering in the air. “Kabir, I’m askingyou… where are you going, dressing up like this?”Kabir didn’t answer Instead, he stood up, still whistling, as if he