Next morning Vihaan walks into the kitchen, his steps purposeful. He looks around and notices that Sukoon is not at the breakfast table. A subtle sigh of relief escapes his lips, and he mutters to himself.VIHAAN: (whispering) Thank God she's not here.He moves to the counter, pours himself a cup of coffee, and takes a sip. As he sips his coffee, his thoughts seem to drift for a moment. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions and confusion.VIHAAN: (to himself) What's happening to me? Why am I so affected by her presence?He shakes his head slightly, as if trying to dispel his thoughts, and finishes his coffee. Determinedly, he places the cup in the sink and heads towards the door.IN. VIHAAN'S CAR - MORNINGVihaan sits behind the steering wheel of his car, his expression contemplative. He starts the engine and begins his drive to work. The road ahead is open, but his mind is far from focused on the journey.VIHAAN: (thinking) I need to get a grip on my emotions. This isn't like me.His g
Vihaan stands in his room, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He gazes around, taking in the familiar surroundings that suddenly feel both foreign and intimate. He sinks onto the edge of his bed, his brow furrowed as he grapples with his newfound understanding.VIHAAN: (whispering to himself) I've lost my memory... and Sukoon is my wife. Married... to me?As he says the words aloud, they echo in the room, carrying a weight of realization that he can't ignore. Vihaan's thoughts become a torrent, and his mind races with questions that demand answers.VIHAAN: (to himself) What happened to me during that time? Did we... Did we sleep together? Did we share moments I can't even remember?He clenches his fists, frustration and confusion coursing through him. The uncertainty of his past relationships, the depth of his connection with Sukoon, and the intimacy they may have shared all swirl within him, overwhelming and consuming.He reaches for his temple, his eyes closing as he tri
After dinner when came back into her room Sukoon's phone rang in the quiet of her room, its chimes breaking the stillness. She picked it up to see Vihaan's name on the screen, and a mix of curiosity and anticipation fluttered in her chest. She quickly answered the call.SUKOON: Hello, Vihaan?VIHAAN: (over the phone) Hey, Sukoon. Can you come to my room for a moment? I have something to talk to you about.Sukoon's eyebrows furrowed slightly, wondering what might have prompted this request. She sensed a hint of seriousness in Vihaan's voice.SUKOON: Of course, Vihaan. I'll be right there.Ending the call, Sukoon got up from her bed and made her way to Vihaan's room. She knocked gently on the door.VIHAAN: Come in.Sukoon entered the room, finding Vihaan seated of his bed. The room was softly lit, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.SUKOON: You wanted to talk?VIHAAN: (nodding) Yes. Please, have a seat.Sukoon took a seat on a nearby chair, her gaze meeting Vihaan's. There was a se
Vihaan's heart ached as he saw the pain etched across Sukoon's face. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close and offer comfort, but he still felt a barrier between them—a barrier of lost memories and shattered trust.VIHAAN: (gently) I'm so sorry, Sukoon. I'm sorry for everything you've been through… for the pain I've caused you.Sukoon nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. She took a step towards Vihaan, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch his.SUKOON: (softly) It wasn't just your fault, Vihaan. We both have our share of pain to bear.Vihaan looked down at her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. It was a small gesture, a connection that held the promise of healing and forgiveness.VIHAAN: (whispering) Can we… try to heal together, Sukoon? Can we start over, rebuild what was lost?Sukoon nodded, a glimmer of hope shining through her tears.SUKOON: Yes, Vihaan. I want to try… for us, for our future.As Vihaan and Sukoon stood there, hand in hand, the weight of
The warm light of a bedside lamp painting a comforting ambiance. Sukoon had begun to rise from the bed, her intentions clear, but before she could take another step, Vihaan's voice cut through the quiet air.VIHAAN: (softly) Where are you going?Sukoon paused, turning to face him with a hint of surprise in her eyes. His question seemed to hang in the air for a moment, a simple inquiry that carried deeper meaning.SUKOON: (hesitating) I was just going to sleep on the couch, so you can rest better.Vihaan's gaze was unwavering, and he shook his head slightly.VIHAAN: No, lie down in bed with me.His words held a tenderness that reached deep into Sukoon's heart. She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts flickering like candlelight in the wind. The invitation was clear, an unspoken offer to share the space and warmth of the bed, to bridge the distance that sometimes existed between them.With a soft smile, Sukoon acquiesced. She moved back to the bed, slipping under the covers on her side.
The soft glow of the evening sun painted the room in warm hues as Kinza stepped into Sukoon's room. The air was filled with a sense of unease, and Kinza's brows furrowed when she noticed that the room was empty. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sukoon."Sukoon?" Kinza called out, her voice tinged with concern. There was no response, only the echo of her own words.She moved through the room, checking every corner and space, her footsteps growing more urgent. With each passing second, her worry deepened. Sukoon's absence was unusual, and Kinza's mind raced through various scenarios, trying to understand where she could be.Leaving Sukoon's room, Kinza began a thorough search of the entire house. She opened doors, peeked into rooms, and checked every possible hiding place. Yet, there was no sign of Sukoon. The silence within the house felt heavier with each empty room she entered.Growing more anxious, Kinza reached for her phone and dialed Su
Vihaan and Kinza stepped out of the police station, the weight of worry still heavy on their shoulders. The interaction with the senior inspector had provided a glimmer of hope, but the uncertainty surrounding Sukoon's whereabouts continued to gnaw at them.As they made their way to the car, Kinza took out her phone and dialed Adeel's number. She paced a bit, her expression anxious, as the call connected."Hello?" Adeel's voice sounded through the phone.Kinza's voice was tense as she replied, "Adeel, it's Kinza."There was a moment of silence, and then Adeel's tone became concerned. "Kinza, is everything okay? Why do you sound worried?"Kinza took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Adeel, have you seen or heard from Sukoon recently? She hasn't returned home, and we're really worried about her."Adeel's voice held surprise and concern. "What? No, I haven't seen her. Is she okay?"Kinza's worry deepened as she replied, "We don't know. She's been missing since today morning , an
The operating theater was a realm of sterile white, punctuated by the gleam of stainless steel instruments. Soft, sterile light bathed the room, creating an aura of focused calmness. Dr. Emily Dawson, a skilled and experienced surgeon, stood at the head of the operating table. Beside her was Nurse Sarah, her steady and efficient assistant.On the table lies Sukoon, contrasted with the turmoil hidden beneath. Sukoon's face was masked, only her closed eyelids visible, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Monitors beeped rhythmically, measuring her vital signs and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.Dr. Dawson's gloved hands hovered above Sukoon's abdomen. She glanced at the monitors, confirming the readiness of the patient and the surgical team. Then, with a focused expression, she extended her hands and made the first incision. The surgical light gleamed off her sharp instruments as the room seemed to hold its breath.Nurse Sarah stood ready with instruments, her eyes locked onto
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Mehak Noor lay in her bed, wrapped in the embrace of peaceful slumber, her face serene, and her chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony with her dreams. The room was bathed in a tranquil silence, a haven of restful tranquility.As the seconds ticked away, the hushed ambiance was broken by the soft creaking of the bedroom door. Aasiya Noor, Mehak's mother, entered the room with a tender smile on her face, her presence as comforting as a warm embrace. She approached the bed with a quiet grace, her steps careful not to disturb her daughter's peaceful repose.Gently leaning down, Aasiya whispered, "Mehak, darling, it's time to wake up. You're getting late, and you wouldn't want to keep Khushi waiting, would you?"Mehak stirred ever so slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she tried to hold onto the remnants of her dreams. Aasiya's voice, filled with motherly affection, gradually penetr
Introducing Kunal Richchand: The Visionary BillionaireIn the realm of global business and entrepreneurship, there are few names that command as much respect and admiration as Kunal Richchand. A true luminary in the world of commerce, Kunal has not only amassed vast wealth but has also established himself as a paragon of intelligence, astuteness, and innovation. With an illustrious career spanning decades, he stands as a testament to what unwavering determination, exceptional intelligence, and a relentless pursuit of excellence can achieve.Kunal Richchand's journey to becoming a billionaire business magnate is a remarkable tale of ambition meeting opportunity. From humble beginnings, he forged his path through the complex landscape of modern business, consistently demonstrating a sharp intellect and a keen ability to navigate the most intricate challenges. His meteoric rise to prominence serves as an inspiration to aspiring entrepreneurs and leaders worldwide.In addition to his imme
In a quaint, sunlit hospital room, excitement and anticipation filled the air. Sukoon, with her serene demeanor, lay on the hospital bed, her hands tightly gripping her husband Vihaan's, while their families gathered around, a mix of nervousness and joy in their expressions. The soft whispers of support and encouragement were like a soothing melody.Sukoon's parents, Armaan and Kinza, stood at the foot of the bed, their eyes shimmering with pride and excitement. Khushi, Vihaan's younger sister, clung to their mother, a wide smile on her face. The room was a canvas of emotions, love, and unity.As the clock's hands seemed to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, the doctor's reassuring voice finally broke the tension. "It's time," she announced with a gentle smile, guiding Sukoon to focus on her breathing.Vihaan tenderly wiped a tear from Sukoon's cheek, his love and support unwavering. "You've got this, Sukoon. I'm right here with you," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her n
Vihaan sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at Sukoon with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Sukoon looked at Vihaan, her eyes filled with a blend of hope and curiosity. "Vihaan," she began softly, "did your memory come back?"Vihaan looked into Sukoon's eyes, his heart racing as he nodded slowly. "Yes, Sukoon. It all came rushing back to me." He watched her expression change from eager anticipation to a radiant smile, her face illuminated by a spark of joy.Sukoon's joy was infectious, and she couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"Vihaan's gaze softened as he reached out to gently take her hand in his. "I wanted to make sure, Sukoon. I needed to piece everything together and be absolutely certain before I told you. It was important to me."Sukoon nodded, understanding the weight of Vihaan's words. She appreciated his honesty and dedication to uncovering the truth. "Vihaan, I'm just so glad you remember now."A faint smile tugged at the corners of
The night hung heavily over the dimly lit alley, casting elongated shadows that danced in the faint glow of the tlights. Tension crackled in the air as Vihaan stood at one end of the alley, his jaw clenched and muscles taut beneath his t-shirt. Opposite him stood Sameer, a figure of arrogance and cruelty, a malicious grin playing on his lips.Vihaan's fists were balled at his sides, his knuckles white with rage. He had endured enough of Sameer's actions, his bullying, and the pain he had inflicted on others. Tonight, it was time to put an end to it."Vihaan, you've finally grown a spine, huh?" Sameer jeered, his tone dripping with disdain. "What are you gonna do, cry like a little baby?"Vihaan's gaze remained fixed on Sameer, a smoldering fire burning in his eyes. He took a step forward, his every movement exuding determination. "No, Sameer. I'm done with your games. It ends here."With those words, the atmosphere shifted. Vihaan's pent-up frustration ignited like a wildfire, propell
Sameer approaches quietly, his face reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability.Sukoon: (looking up, surprised) Sameer, what are you doing here?Sameer: (hesitating for a moment, then kneeling at Sukoon's feet) I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. There's something I need to tell you, Sukoon.Sukoon: (curious and taken aback) Why are you sitting like that? Sameer: (taking a deep breath) From the moment I saw you in college, I was captivated by your grace, your kindness. But you never seemed to notice me, lost in your own world. I watched you from afar, admiring your every step.Sukoon: shocked what are you saying?Sameer: (looking down, his voice trembling) I know, and that's my regret. When I heard about your impending marriage, it felt like a thousand arrows pierced my heart. The thought of you being with someone else... it consumed me with jealousy and anger.Sukoon:Sameer.Sameer: (holding back tears) I know, Sukoon. I'm not trying to justify my actions. That's where
Vihaan sat in his office, diligently typing away on his computer. His mind, however, was elsewhere, preoccupied with the upcoming wedding of his dear friends Zohaib and Maheen. He knew how much their union meant to them, and he wanted to make sure he was there to celebrate their special day.Vihaan's phone vibrated on the desk, drawing his attention to a message from his wife Sukoon. He picked up the phone and smiled as he read her words. "Sukoon, you go to the marriage hall with ammi and khushi. I will come to the wedding hall directly from my work to attend Zohaib and Maheen's wedding. Sukoon said okay. Please come soon."Vihaan's heart swelled with gratitude for his understanding wife. He quickly typed out a reply, assuring her that he would be there without fail.The sun was radiant in the clear blue sky, casting a warm golden glow over the picturesque wedding venue. White chairs were neatly arranged in rows, adorned with delicate flowers that matched the elegant decorations drapi
Maheen was standing in front of vihaan. The air was heavy with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them."Did your memory come back, jiju?" Maheen asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and anxiety.Vihaan looked at her, his expression contemplative. He nodded slowly. "Yes, Maheen. My memory is back."A mix of relief and apprehension crossed Maheen's face. "So, you remember everything?"Vihaan sighed, his gaze distant for a moment before he focused on her again. "I remember most of it, Maheen. The accident, the past... and the question that's been haunting me ever since my memory came back: Why did you plan Sameer's accident?"Maheen's eyes dropped to the floor, her fingers fidgeting nervously. She took a deep breath before raising her gaze to meet Vihaan's intense stare. "Jiju, I didn't want Sameer to die. I just wanted him to feel the pain he had given me."Vihaan's brow furrowed in confusion. "Pain? What pain are you talking about?
The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as Vihaan and Sukoon made their way back home from the haldi function. The day had been filled with laughter, joy, and celebration as their families came together to prepare for Vihaan and Sukoon's upcoming wedding. As they drove along the quiet countryside road, the soft breeze carried the sweet fragrance of flowers from the ceremony.Vihaan gripped the steering wheel, his heart brimming with contentment. Beside him, Sukoon sat, her hands adorned with intricate henna designs, her smile reflecting the happiness that filled her heart. The couple exchanged a glance, their eyes locking for a moment that spoke volumes of their love.The winding road stretched ahead, lined with tall trees casting long shadows. The world seemed to slow down as they enjoyed the serenity of the moment. But fate had a minor detour planned for them.As they rounded a bend, a sudden movement caught Vihaan's attention. A small deer had darted onto the r