There was no hard way, nor a subtle inference to put the words. It was an unclaimed principle that the world followed. You have to step into another situation, willingly or not, but step in to step out of the old circumstances you have brought upon yourself.
This is how the world works.
This is how Rakshit was supposed to work.
He had to step in, take responsibility for his actions, and try to make amendments. Try being the operative word. He had made several bad decisions and he carried loads of regrets but none was this powerful. The damages that he had caused were incomparable and the redressing of the old wound he had knowingly or unknowingly had scratched was not easy. Well, it wasn't supposed to be.
He had inflicted a pain he was nowhere in a position to address.
He had sinned that night. Well, one would call it a sin when you hurt an innocent soul, breaking their heart, and throwing all the love and care back at them like an insult. Being insensitive was one thing, but being apathetic to others took the cake for being the eighth sin.
"You need to step out, Rakshit." Shreya's soft voice did nothing to assure him. He kept staring at the 4-story building that stood behind the wrought iron gates. The sun was close to set casting a dull orange hue in the sky. The humongous trees covering the road leading to the orphanage rustled due to cold wind taking a shiver out of him.
It wasn't cold. It was self-admonishing disgust that he had been pushing back in his mind for a while.
"She would never want to see my face again." He mumbled, not wanting Shreya to hear yet wanting her to know and let him drive out and away from here. If avoiding each other was a way, Rakshit would never let Dhwani see him again.
"She will. She is better than us." Shreya pointed with a confidence that made him crack a smile. "She is the last person who keeps grudges and you know that better than me, Chauhan."
What would he have not given for seeing them bond like this months back?
He had always wanted his current best friend and old best friend to gel well, more when he wanted both to be a part of all the fun activities he wanted to perform. Dhwani had successfully taken the place of his other mother, elder sister, and best friend in his life.
"I wish she would." He mumbled to himself. Dhwani was selfless and this very quality of hers kept backfiring on her.
"Did you say something?"
He shook his head.
"Fine. Now, if you do not move, I will have no apprehensions to kick you out of this car and drag you to her until you are begging both of us with strings of apologies." She gestured towards the car door with a suggestive glare. She meant those words and he knew it very well.
"Geez. Give me a minute to think." He winced and took a deep, determined breath before removing his seatbelt with a click and gauging her smile unfurling in victory. "If I am thrown out of the building, I am blaming you."
"Yeah, Yeah." She waved him dismissively. "Now go. After that, we are taking Dhwani Bhabhi for an ice cream and back home. Rashi Aunty invited me for dinner today."
Rolling his eyes at her plans, he walked towards the gate and took in the guard who sulked in his chair. The man did not bother to raise his gaze and check who was entering the premises.
Tapping on his register, Rakshit cleared his throat. "Enjoying your day, sir?"
The sarcastic smile had the man stand abruptly, excuses were quick to follow after his rushed greeting.
"Mr. Chauhan?" He gasped in shock, gaping like a goldfish. "Sorry, sir. Sorry."
"Save it." Rakshit snorted at his lack of attention and noted to bring this to Dhwani and her team to take the necessary actions.
Opening the side door, he stepped into the front porch that had plants surrounding the border and a compound for the kids to play. At his left was the garden that looked deserted. Concluding, he made his way inside the gate and in the corridors that always buzzed with laughter and shrieks. Today was no different.
Dhwani Chauhan was an inspiration for many social workers and NGOs. She was doing an exceptional job in handling the Gayatri Devi Foundation which pulled charity funds from the other business groups easily. Some donations were made anonymously but were given equal recognition by her social media team who did a fabulous job.
"Mr. Chauhan?" A man in his mid-fifties spotted him and waddled his way to him. His pork belly was to be blamed. "We were not informed about your visit, sir. Are you here to drop some file or is it another donation cheque?"
The other Chauhans never made impromptu visits but this man asking his motive outrightly made Rakshit bite back a surprised scowl.
"No, none of that." He assessed the man and smirked "I am here for an inspection. It is peculiar that Mrs. Dhwani Chauhan hid it from you, Prakash ji. Does she doubt you too?"
"Inspection?" He stuttered, paling like a ghost. "B-but so suddenly?"
"Inspections are always sudden, no?" He rolled his lip inside to stop snickering. "And, I am not alone. My team of 20 people will be here any minute. You see, I was instructed to check everything. All nook and corners."
"But why?" Prakash snapped suddenly but he was quick to cover it with a fake smile. "I mean, why t-today? The office hours are over. Why bother them, sir? You can come tomorrow morning. I will have everything ready."
"You are right, Prakash ji." Rakshit nodded with a thoughtful expression, dramatically to be precise, as if understanding his point. "Why keep them working? I should tell them to wrap up and come tomorrow. How about I go through the place alone?"
The man sweated profusely making him doubt more. What could he be hiding? A mere word and he was trembling in fear.
Were things as picture-perfect as Dhwani made the world believe?
"I will take your silence as a yes." Rakshit piped and pocketed his fists as the man jumped in alarm. "How about you tell me where Dhwani Mam is? I shall have a word with her before starting."
"Yes, yes. Why not." He wiped his face and forehead while he nodded shakily. Turning, he gestured for Rakshit to follow. "Dhwani mam is in room 112. She brought in a woman today and been with her the entire time."
Curiosity frizzled in his veins while he typed a quick text to his team. There would be an inspection the following morning with or without Dhwani's knowledge. Things were fishy and he could smell them all over the place from a mile away.
"Why don't you eat another bite and we call it a night?"
"We are not supposed to be here." Prakash filled him in, shifting on his feet. "Dhwani mam strictly prohibited men in this room. She wouldn't like it."
Rakshit rolled his eyes sneakily. "Fine. You can leave."
Prakash opened his mouth to talk more but Rakshit shook his head and jutted his chin to make him walk away.
He heard Dhwani and he peaked inside to take a glimpse of her and another woman who hovered on a bed with a figure.
"Manna, if you don't eat, how will your baby will be healthy?"
This time another lady cajoled a lady whose name was Manna, and she was pregnant, heavily. There was a bandage on her feet and palms, some on her arms which he could only make out after turning his eyes into slits. The room was packed with females who hovered above a woman tenaciously.
"Look," Dhwani started sternly "You need to eat. I am not taking no for an answer. If you don't I will..."
Her eyes met his and widened a little in recognition. Her words trailed while her gaze oscillated between the lady and him.
Reading panic on her face, Rakshit stepped back and hid behind the wall making her breath in relief.
"Um, Savita Didi." She called for the old lady who stood with a tray in her hands. "Please feed her and don't let her tell you otherwise. Her medicines are here. Also, please stay with her for the night."
Their eyes exchanged more words before she took her cue to exit and quickly pushed him out of the peripheral before closing the door behind her.
"You can't be here." She dictated in a whisper. "Why did you come here? She can't see you or any male for a fact. At least not for some time until she recovers mentally."
Rakshit breathed in relief. It wasn't just him she was kicking out then but yet again, he was curious. "Why?"
Her features shifted from commanding to forlorn in seconds. Her hesitance was visible. "She, I mean, her husband abused her. Throwing her out, he left her to die on the footpath."
"She is pregnant." He was horrified.
"Seven months or more. Savita Tai found her and we brought her here." Dhwani nodded pensively, glancing at the closed door. "But she is better now and her husband will never touch her again. I have made sure of that. She will live here until the care center is ready, then we will shift her there."
"You did a good job, Bhabhi."
His words broke the salient trance, acting as a reminder of those words that scattered around this title, words he had spat without a thought.
"Thank you..." Dhwani remembered the strain between them, her face blanched hearing him address her, so her eyes blinked to evade the traces of hurt infused by him. She averted her gaze from him and tried sobering her features as she started walking away from him. "Why are you here?"
He cleared his throat feeling nervousness in him. "I-I wanted to talk to you."
"About?"
The silence stretched and he fiddled with his shirt buttons. Gathering the courage to talk to one person he could never stop talking to.
"I am sorry, Bhabhi."
Dhwani halted in the corridor. Her shaking fingers held the doorknob tightly. She glanced at him and he was quick to spot the mist in her honey orbs. "You don't have to be."
"Really? Is that what you feel? Because I feel that a sorry would never be enough." Rakshit's jaw clenched. "I'll never forget the way you looked at me. I kept hurting you and you looked at me in disbelief, like I wasn't the man you knew. All the words I said to you, were horrendous and downright insulting. Don't you wish to get an apology or plan to thrash me with some scolding? I swear I deserve it all and more."
"Why now? It has been so long." She reminded him. "You avoided home as if a predator was waiting to attack you."
"I was being a coward." He chuckled self-admishingly. "I was acting like that stupid pigeon who thinks him closing his eyes will darken the entire world. I was trying to hide myself from you when in return I should have come to you and grovel. I am sorry, Bhabhi but you know how much of an idiot I can be at times."
"What is with you calling yourself an idiot time and time again? Stop berating yourself." Dhwani glared at him with disappointment, shaking her head she turned away from the common room gate. "You wanna know the truth?"
He nodded fervently.
"I was hurt." She said holding his eyes. "I had never expected you to hurt me. Nor, I ever forget the way you tore me apart, the way you accused me of something like that pained me a lot. You have always treated me in ways that made me feel so special. It had always melted my heart, the way you put me before your brother and sided me against everyone else. But watching you believing in things that I could never do, broke a lot."
"I am sorry." He mumbled feeling ashamed.
She smiled with tears in her eyes that were withheld inside her water line. "I'm not sure which is worse, the fact that you doubted me or the fact that I thought you never would."
"I would never do it again." He promised. He meant them but only if he could prove to her how much.
"Even if you would, It wouldn't hurt that much. " Dhwani smiled, her fingers touched his cheek and she patted it softly. "Don't torture yourself with the guilt. I have overcome the day. Like I said, I was hurt. I am not anymore."
"I really did a number that night, didn't I?" Rakshit bit his lower lip, fisting his palms to prevent himself from breaking. "Is there no way I could get you back the old way, Bhabhi?
"It will be dinner time soon." She glanced at her watch and looked past the main door. "I will call the driver and we can drive back home."
"Can you not forgive me once? Only just this time." He was ready to beg, if it came to that he would be on his knees to earn her forgiveness. "I promise I would never make you feel anything close to disappointment, hurt is a far-fetched thought."
"You cannot hurt her again. I won't let you."
Rakshit froze feeling Anirudh's presence. He spun on his heels and came face to face with the brother he had been estranged from for the past months. "Bhaiya..."
"Don't." The eldest Chauhan brother raised his palm, stopping him. "I don't want to hear it."
"Can you not even hear me out once?" Rakshit felt anger rising in him. "Will you keep holding one mistake to my head? Come on, Bhai."
"You call it a mistake?" He hissed, glaring at him through slits.
"Enough." Dhwani exhaled loudly and faced the two men. "Why are you two here today out of all the days? I don't want you people here."
"Petal."
"Bhabhi."
"No, stop." She cut them off. "I want both of you out of here. Wait for me in the garden. I will join you both in 15 minutes." She levied them with a threatening gaze. "Till then try not to kill each other."
Dhwani shut the door behind her, leaving the two sulking men behind her who now stood glaring at each other.
"It is all because of you." Rakshit glared at his brother, accusing him.
"Me?" Anirudh pointed towards himself, "You came to her place of work ready to cry and you say I am responsible? Just great."
He scoffed and turned to walk out, Rakshit gritted his molars and followed his trail hotly. They reached the compound and he whirled Anirudh to face him.
"Yes. You are responsible, Bhai."
"Care to enlighten me, Rakshit Chauhan?"
"You think I don't know what you have been doing these days?" Rakshit stepped closer, the intimidating action made Anirudh raise a mocking brow. "I know you are sliding work towards me so I remain occupied and away from home. Also, I have seen you making it impossible for me and Bhabhi to clash when we are home. You keep her busy and engage me with sites and construction projects so I stay away from her. I did make a mistake but you interfered making it impossible for me to apologize to her."
"Yes, I did." Anirudh snapped, nodding. "I intentionally kept you away from my wife so you don't hurt again. You have done a lot of damage and I would beat you to a pulp before I let you do it to her again."
"I deserve a chance to explain myself."
"No, you don't," Anirudh claimed, pushing him back and throwing a dirty glare. "Nobody hurts her again."
"I don't want to hurt her," Rakshit shouted the words, breathing heavily. "I won't. I care for her. She is my best friend, my elder sister. Why would you think that I would do anything of that sort again? You have seen me hurt her but did you forget how I ran behind your car that night in hopes of correcting my mistakes, I tried to stop you two from leaving. I know you saw me, Bhai. I know you did."
"She was hurt." Anirudh looked away, he was guilty. "I saw her crying and couldn't stop feeling this mad rage towards you that made me do it."
"So, you snatched my best friend from me?" Rakshit smiled mirthlessly.
"I am sorry," Anirudh mumbled shamefully.
"You can be sorry but I cannot?" Rakshit gritted, staring into the sky to let his eyes burn. He was not weak, he kept reminding himself.
Anirudh touched his shoulder, not meeting his eyes. "I have made her feel a lot of anguish over the past years, Rakshit. I couldn't bear her getting hurt by someone else again. It has taken me weeks to build this comfort between us. I was afraid that a single blow could shatter everything I had worked on. I was afraid that Dhwani would again make up her mind to walk away from this relationship. I didn't want to wake up to another day where she would bring divorce papers to me or walk away as if she didn't have anything to turn back for. I was being selfish for myself, for us."
Rakshit could understand his fear, yet nowhere justify his actions in his heart.
"She wouldn't forgive me, ever."
"She will." Anirudh squeezed his shoulder, assuring him. "If Dhwani can forgive me, she will forgive you too. She has the biggest heart you could find. She doesn't hold grudges."
"Stop saying that," Rakshit grumbled wiping his face down. "She wouldn't even talk to me properly."
Anirudh clicked his tongue. "Give her some time."
"How much?" He demanded.
"She took 3 months before she dropped the idea of divorcing me and another few weeks more to let me in in her day." Anirudh piped bashfully. "You can give her a few weeks I guess."
"You want me to leave her alone?" Rakshit hesitated.
"You should."
"I can't believe this."
For the second time in the last hour, Rakshit froze upon hearing the intruder.
"Are you two making decisions for me?" Dhwani asked in disbelief.
He couldn't look at her for another second, he could make out the ice in her tone and the fierceness in her eyes that spoke volumes.
"It isn't what you think." Anirudh seems to have read her stance as well, gulping under her glare.
"What is it difficult to believe you?" Her tone set chills in him, Anirudh too seeing he looked alarmed at her stern glare. "I heard what transpired between you both, Anirudh. Do not lie to me. I kept blaming myself for Rakshit avoiding home. I never knew that you were behind this."
"Petal" He moved towards her but stopped seeing her recoil back.
"No, Bhabhi. It wasn't just him. I was straying away from home myself because I was ashamed to face you." Rakshit tried intervening. "Please don't blame him."
"No. You are defending him." She quipped with disdain, looking at the man she was married to. "I thought at least you wouldn't be making choices for me, Anirudh. I thought I could trust you."
"Of course, you can trust me, Dhwani."
"I don't know anymore." Dhwani hugged herself, stepping back from the two brothers.
"Petal, please hear me out." Anirudh tried reaching her but she slithered away from his reach.
"I am going home." She mumbled. "My driver is here."
"I can take you." Anirudh jumped in front of her, desperate to make her listen to his side of the story.
She shook her head. "I need to think. I don't want to be near you."
Anirudh flinched at her words, which she too witnessed. Her face contoured in a wince yet never tried correcting her words.
Rakshit clenched his eyes, blaming himself for this situation. How he wished things would have been better between them? How much did he wish to change that night? He wanted to kick his old self in the guts and make him aware of the things he would like to change.
"I am sorry, Bhai," Rakshit whispered to his brother who looked lost, face so forlorn.
"You aren't at fault here." Anirudh watched Dhwani sitting in the car. "I somehow deform every good thing that comes my way."
"Bhai."
"Don't." Anirudh cut him off. He glanced at him with his composure re-established. "I will make it up again. This day cannot end with her being upset by me. I won't let it happen."
Rakshit swallowed the lump and nodded.
The day was far from the end, yet he could feel the night was ready to take over their lives.
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Marriage is a relationship so complex, that there were innumerable choices an individual could make.
A man can make.
The most significant of them tally up as two paths. Two crossroads where a man stands, he can choose only on the road in his attempt to salvage his future and attempt to find a soulmate. The first one is the easy path. It is the road where he can see a lot of twists and turns, one where he finds a woman who abandons her heart and sets out to please his darkest shadow. He loves a woman he can control emotionally and who is afraid of calling him out yet she is the only one he would bend for.
The second one is a path down the valley, after a certain point, he has no vision but only hope of reaching his destination. It is the path of truth. It is the road where he chooses to live with an awakened woman who can rip his ego into pieces in one sentence and match his level of consciousness, or even transcends it. A woman with an oracle is so fierce that he cannot help himself but respect and honor her wisdom at the highest level. A woman who is an enigma to the world but putty in his arms. A fragile heart dressed as a warrior who if stripped, will be weak and scared.
Anirudh's wife was one such woman, and he was blessed to walk on an unknown path that led to her.
Now that they walked together, they may have not reached their destinies yet but it wasn't far from here.
Feeling her musing gaze from the end of the room, Anirudh smiled at whatever his father said before meeting hers but only if she would let him.
She was quick to look away, annoying him with her ignorance.
She was carrying the dishes along with Shreya who took it upon themselves to set up the dinner table talking into hushed whispers as the two ladies worked around.
Dhwani had changed into a loose set of kurtas and pants, shades of pink hues complementing her skin and masking her fragile brown eyes.
"You are not focused." Harshvardhan pointed in disappointment.
"Sorry, Dad." He raced his brain cells to form a valid excuse. "The Khanna's have asked for certain changes in the preposition. It has kept me busy the entire day. Even now, I can't stop thinking."
"Is there something I should help you with?" He offered.
"No. I have got it handled." His father could look past through him and Anirudh could only pray for him to believe him.
"Okay. You know where to find me. If you need me, that is." Harshvardhan smiled proudly and clapped a hand on his back before shifting his focus towards Ajeeth Chauhan who called for him.
His eyes searched for Dhwani's again. This time she flew towards him and he was fast to capture the wistfulness in them. The layer of mist shined under the bright lights and the blank face distorted his composure.
He felt his jaw clench as she averted her eyes from him breaking their stare session. Begrudgingly, he looked away from her and nodded as a participant in the conversation that was supposedly taking place in the living hall.
"Excuse me. I will be back in two." Anirudh sighed in relief as the two men ignored him, sneaking his way inside the kitchen.
"The chef is still working on Rotis, Bhaiya. Are you hungry already?" Shreya caught him and raised a knowing brow towards him. She knew very well what had transpired in the garden. She had announced her presence not long after Dhwani left the place, cajoling an unnerved Rakshit and driving him back home.
"No. Need water." Anirudh tilted his head a little, sharing a knowing look he shot her an impressed nod as she made her way out leaving the dining area empty.
To make it real, Anirudh filled a glass of water and took leisurely sips waiting for Dhwani to return, which did not take much time.
Carrying a white casserole filled with rice, her steps faltered seeing him leaning against the wall and the glass partition covered with curtains, courtesy of Dhwani.
Ignoring his presence, she placed the dish on top of the hot mat and turned to walk away when his palm yanked her towards him.
"Didn't you have enough space from me?" Anirudh's words charged the air between them.
"No." She stated and glanced at his hold on her upper arm. "Leave me. Someone could walk on us."
"Make me." He challenged, he knew she didn't fear a third gaze on them. It was clear from her actions. She liked being in his proximity as much as he did. Neither did she care if anyone caught them, what she bothered about him and his actions that somehow kept causing rifts between them.
"What do you need?" She asked, not moving as he pulled her closer to him.
"A chance?"
Dhwani chuckled mirthlessly. "How many do you need? Each time you do something ask me to forget and give you another chance. What if I run out of them?"
"Have you run out of them?" He answered placing his thump below her chin and raising her face for her eyes to meet his, the same that casted holes in his chest.
"I may have." She tried shrugging out of his hold. "And, why are you asking me? Decide this on your own too. Does my say even matter?"
"It matters, Petal." He corrected her. "You matter."
"Not that I feel it." She scoffed.
"You do." He stressed. "Have I ever made you feel that you don't?"
She looked up sharply at him and he winced as he recalled the question.
"Sorry, wrong question." He mumbled. Sighing, he held her arms and squeezed them in assurance. "I am sorry for keeping Rakshit away from home and you. I thought it would help you forget his words and get back to normal. I couldn't see you hurt again."
"Talking to him is my normal." She exhaled. "His words didn't hurt much but thinking that I didn't mean much to him did. Each day I used to wait for him to come to me and tell me he didn't mean them. I wanted to text him and ask if he had dinner but I kept back wondering what if he still blamed me. He is my friend here. My first family."
"Does that mean you would forgive him?"
"I cannot stay mad with him." She confided bashfully. "I was hurt, but I wasn't angry. I know he is the baby of the house and he is used to being treated that way."
"You mean it, Bhabhi?"
Dhwani sprung out of Anirudh's hold at the loud corky voice.
"Am I forgiven?" Rakshit stood at the entrance with pouting lips and a red nose, he launched at her and took her in a bone-crushing hug that left Anirudh jealous and Shreya in a laughing fit. "I am so, so, so sorry, Bhabhi. I would never do it again. I promise. I would never ever do it to you."
"Let go." A breathless Dhwani tapped on his arms.
"Are you trying to kill my wife?" Anirudh yanked his arms away from her petite frame, pulling her towards him she kept her near him and away from Rakshit's reach. He cupped her face and checked her for any visible injuries. "Are you okay?"
Dhwani nodded flustered. She glanced at Rakshit who grinned like a child whose father praised him for his results. "Were you crying?"
"No." Rakshit nodded wiping his under eyes.
"This man child was weeping for the past hour because you wouldn't talk to him." Shreya piped from the sidelines.
"Shut up," Rakshit grumbled.
"Why? Will you cry again?" Shreya taunted him.
"He might." Anirudh snickered.
"Don't." Rakshit's voice broke.
"Hey. Don't tease him." Dhwani smacked his arm and detangled herself from him much to his annoyance. "And you," she addressed Rakshit. "Next time this brother of yours bullies you, you will come to me."
"I am sorry, Bhabhi," Rakshit mumbled again.
"I know." She hugged him and held him while he sniffed like a baby he was for her.
"Stop crying, Baby Chauhan." Anirudh's gaze was fixed behind them for a long second before shifting back. "Mom is coming towards us. If she finds her chipmunk crying, you will have a whole lot of explaining to do."
"Bhai." Rakshit gaped feeling offended at the name.
"That means you are one of her chipmunks too, Bhai." Shreya giggled watching Anirudh's face fall.
"Tell me what?" Rashi joined and smiled seeing Shreya. "I have been waiting to see you for a month now."
"I wasn't avoiding you, mom. I swear." Shreya reciprocated the quick hug with ease while whispering some things more to which Rashi grinned.
"Really? I can't wait, Shreya." Rashi gushed happily, leaving the others confused.
"Me too." Shreya grinned and shot a meaningful look to Dhwani whose eyebrows shot up in understanding.
"Oh, yes." She joined the two ladies. "I have got the plan ready."
"Is it? That was quick." Rashi shared happy smiles and pulled both her girls towards her. "I am so glad that you two are taking care of such a big day. I am proud of you two."
"Mom" Rakshit stared at his mother sulking. "Is this a new way for you to announce your new favorites?"
"Why? Are you insecure about Vidyut's position?" Rashi teased him.
"Mom." If he wasn't a grown-up, he would have been all ready to throw a tantrum. "Bhai, do you hear her?"
"I do." Anirudh quipped with a shrug. "I have known this forever."
"You have dad on your side." Rakshit scowled. "And, Vidyut took Mom. Am I adopted?"
"Why would you even doubt that?" Anirudh mocked poking his chin with his tongue to stop smirking.
"Enough, kids." Rashi bit back her laugh and caressed Rakshit's face. "Stop teasing, my baby."
"He should know, mom. It is only fair to tell him now that he is not ours." Anirudh flicked his forehead. "Rakshit, I hate to break you but you are..."
"Rashi. Anirudh."
Anirudh's words faded as the loud shout of Harshvardhan caught their ears. His frown met his mothers who looked worried all of a sudden.
"Get here. Anirudh, come here."
Anirudh ran towards the source. His father stood breathing like a raging bull as the television blurred in the background. His grandparents stared at the screen with stunned eyes.
"What's wrong..." Anirudh's words trailed as the volume raised another decibel.
"This. is. wrong." Harshvardhan seethed jutting his chin towards the screen that displayed Uttara's photos.
"The famous B-town actress gets caught amidst an old affair. Yes, you heard it right. Uttara Sinha Chauhan who took the industry by storm after her announcement of marriage was in a secret relationship with the Lamhe star, Rocky Makhija. These pictures were released on social media an hour back from an unknown source but date back to the previous year's film festival held in Panchgani. The two actors are caught on intimate levels, the images are proof of what sizzled between them. The shock that follows is that the same week, the 13-day actress announced her nuptials with a renowned surgeon â Vidyut Chauhan."
"The fans have started forming the links and a sensational debate has taken over the subject whom did Uttara fooled? Did she cheat on Dr. Chauhan or Rocky by marrying another man within 48 hours? This news makes existence when Uttara Sinha is been nominated for the national award..."
Harshvardhan slammed the remote on the couch closing the television. The silence that prevailed had Anirudh clench his fist.
"Does anyone have anything to say?" His father hissed.
"We should call Vidyut." Rashi stammered. Never she was a woman to cower or stumble on her words, but when it came to Vidyut, she was fragile yet fierce. Protective.
"Anirudh." The name had command laced for him.
He fished his cell and dialed for his brother. The call connected and a distant hum greeted him.
"Where are you?" Anirudh asked.
"I am on my way home, Bhai."