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Prisha left the Singhania mansion with Shivansh, her heart pounding against her chest, while Vanshika remained behind, helpless and restless. The night was already draped in darkness, and by the time their car rolled into the grand Raichand mansion, the clock had struck 9. The enormous estate stood tall under the moonlit sky, its iron gates opening with a mechanical groan, almost as though welcoming its heir with both pride and fear. Inside the mansion's sprawling lawn, the Raichand family had gathered casually, enjoying their evening together. The air was filled with the fragrance of freshly bloomed roses mixed with the distant sound of crickets. Pallavi Raichand, the elegant matriarch, sat gracefully on one side while Ayushman Raichand, the stern but composed patriarch, leaned back in his chair, listening to the light chatter. Their conversations flowed smoothly until Shubhang came rushing out of nowhere, his face pale and his phone clutched tightly in his trembling hand."Mom, Dad look at this!" he almost shouted, his breaths uneven as if he had run a marathon. He pushed the glowing phone screen toward them.

The moment their eyes fell on the breaking news headline, their hearts nearly stopped. "Shivansh weds Prisha at gunpoint." The bold letters seemed to scream louder than any voice could. Shock rippled through the Raichand family like a violent storm. Pallavi's eyes widened in horror while Ayushman sat frozen, his usually calm demeanor cracking for the very first time. They could barely process what they were seeing."How... how could Shivansh do this?" Pallavi whispered in disbelief, clutching her chest as if the words themselves had wounded her. Before they could utter another word, the screech of tires cut through the tense silence. All heads snapped toward the grand mansion gates where a sleek black car had just come to a halt. The headlights dimmed, and the familiar license plate confirmed what they feared Shivansh had arrived.

Every gaze turned toward the car, a storm of emotions swirling in the air confusion, anger, worry, and a hint of dread. The driver's door opened, and out stepped Shivansh Raichand himself, tall, commanding, and unfazed, as though nothing in the world could shake him. His black suit clung perfectly to his broad frame, his aura screaming dominance. Without hesitation, he walked around to the other side and pulled open the door for the woman sitting inside.

And then-Prisha emerged.

She sat stiffly for a moment, glaring at Shivansh with unmasked fury before finally stepping out. Her bridal lehenga shimmered under the mansion's warm lights, the heavy embroidery brushing against the stone pavement as she adjusted it with trembling hands. Her face was pale, drained of the joy a bride should carry, but her eyes burned with unspoken fire. The sight made the Raichands go still. The headline wasn't a lie. Their Shivansh had truly married Prisha Singhania of all people, and in such a scandalous manner. Pallavi, still too shocked to control her emotions, stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "Shivansh!" she called out, her voice echoing with disbelief. "What is the meaning of all this? This marriage? This girl?" Her hand trembled as she gestured toward Prisha, who stood a step behind, refusing to lower her eyes. "Why, Shivansh? Why would you do such a thing?"

Shivansh's expression didn't waver. His dark eyes met his mother's gaze with a cold, unflinching steadiness. "Mom," he said with quiet finality, "I've married her." Before Pallavi could react, Prisha's sharp voice cut through, filled with anger and bitterness. "Forcefully," she spat, her gaze fixed on him as if her words were knives she wanted to bury into his chest. For a brief second, Shivansh's jaw clenched. He turned his head toward her, his eyes locking with hers, unbothered by the accusation as if he not only acknowledged the truth but wore it like armor. Slowly, he turned back to Pallavi, his tone calm, almost chilling. "I'll explain everything inside, Mom. Let us come in first."

Pallavi's eyes brimmed with disbelief. "Explain? Do you even hear yourself? How can you stand there so calmly after dragging some girl into marriage against her will?" Her voice cracked as she pointed toward him. "You bring her here, you stand in front of us after humiliating both families, and you expect me to simply let you walk inside?"Before she could go any further, Ayushman finally rose from his seat. His towering presence commanded silence even amidst the chaos. He placed a hand on Pallavi's shoulder, steadying her, before his deep voice rolled out. "Enough, Pallavi." His eyes, sharp and unyielding, turned to his son. "Take her inside." Then, his tone hardened as he looked at Shivansh. "You come with me."For the first time that evening, Shivansh lowered his gaze slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Yes, Dad," he replied simply, his voice carrying a strange blend of obedience and defiance.

Pallavi exhaled shakily, her grip on her saree tightening as she turned to Prisha. Her eyes softened for a brief moment as she gestured toward the entrance. "Come with me, beta."Prisha hesitated, her heart pounding as her gaze flickered back to Shivansh. His eyes were already on her, unreadable, intense. She held his stare for a lingering second anger, betrayal, and helplessness flashing across her face before she tore her gaze away and walked behind Pallavi. Her lehenga trailed against the polished floor as she followed the matriarch into the mansion, her figure trembling but determined. Shivansh watched her go, his expression unreadable, his fists curling by his side before he finally turned and walked after Ayushman.

Ayushman led Shivansh into his study room, the heavy oak doors shutting behind them with a dull thud. The silence that followed was suffocating. Books lined the walls, the faint scent of leather and wood polish hanging in the air, but tonight the study felt more like a courtroom than a sanctuary. Shivansh stood quietly near the far end of the room, his hands loosely at his sides, his head slightly lowered. He didn't say a word, but his silence only fueled the storm brewing in his father's chest. Ayushman's composure snapped. His voice thundered across the room, raw and laced with rage. "What is this, Shivansh? How could you do something like this?" His hand slammed against the desk, the sound sharp and accusing. "How could you destroy a girl's life just for your revenge?"Every word cut like a whip, but Shivansh remained still, his eyes lowered, listening without protest. His father's disappointment was worse than anger. Ayushman stepped closer, his eyes burning with disbelief. "Do you even realize what you've done? Forcing someone into marriage is not an option it never is! And you " his voice cracked with pain, "I never expected this from you, Shivansh."

Finally, Shivansh spoke, his tone low, carrying the weight of an unspoken truth. "Dad... it's not what you think. If I hadn't married her, they would've forced her into marriage with Raunak. And you know exactly what kind of man Raunak is."But Ayushman didn't soften. His anger only hardened into something colder. "Even then, you had no right no right at all to marry her against her will." Shivansh's chest rose and fell heavily. His voice, though steady, carried a rare crack of guilt. "I'm sorry, Dad." Ayushman's response was swift, merciless. "Don't say sorry to me. Say it to the girl whose life you've ruined." His eyes sharpened, his voice dropping to a lethal calm. "And remember one thing, Shivansh you married her. Which means she is now the bahu of this house. If anyone...anyone dares to hurt her in the name of this feud, I will not forgive it. Not even if that person is you." For the first time that night, Shivansh's dark eyes lifted to meet his father's. There was no defiance there only an acceptance, and a vow. "I know, Dad," he said quietly. "I'll remember it. Always."

Meanwhile, Pallavi had taken Prisha to Shivansh's room. The grand suite smelled faintly of his cologne, the walls adorned with modern art, the furniture polished to perfection. But for Prisha, every corner felt suffocating, foreign. She let her gaze sweep over the room once, her hands clenching the fabric of her lehenga. Pallavi's voice broke her trance. It was soft, polite, and strangely maternal. "Beta... from today, this is your room. However the marriage happened, you'll have to live here. But that doesn't mean you must stay silent. If Shivansh troubles you in any way, you tell me. I'll deal with him myself." Prisha's throat tightened. "Aunty... why are you apologizing? You've done nothing wrong."Pallavi's eyes glistened with guilt. "But my son has. I never thought Shivansh would do something like this. I'm so sorry, beta."Prisha shook her head quickly, her voice almost breaking. "Please don't say that. You're elder to me. If you say sorry, I'll feel even worse. Because of me, your whole family is facing humiliation. For that... I'm the one who should apologize."

Pallavi reached out, brushing her hand gently over Prisha's shoulder. "No, beta. Don't think that way." She managed a faint smile. "Now, freshen up. I brought some food for you. You must eat something."Prisha shook her head stubbornly. "No, aunty. I don't want anything."Pallavi's tone turned firm, motherly authority slipping into her voice. "I'm not asking, I'm telling. Freshen up. I'll come back soon." With that, she turned and left, leaving the room in heavy silence. Prisha exhaled shakily and let her eyes wander over the room again. The couch in the corner called to her like a quiet escape, and she sank onto it, her bridal jewelry clinking softly. She buried her face in her hands, whispering to herself, "What has happened? Nothing makes sense. A wedding...God, a wedding. I wanted to run away from it, but somehow I ended up married anyway."Her thoughts tangled in confusion until the sound of the door creaking open broke her self-talk.

Shivansh entered the room. His tall frame filled the doorway before he stepped inside with his usual calmness. Prisha glanced up at him briefly, then immediately looked away, refusing to acknowledge him. He slipped out of his coat, draped it casually over the chair, then removed the gun from his holster and placed it in the drawer beside the bed. His deep voice broke the silence. "Why haven't you changed yet?" He didn't even look at her, as though the question were casual. Prisha shot him a glare before turning her face away deliberately. The gesture didn't escape him. He noticed the defiance in her eyes and, unexpectedly, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He quickly masked it, but not before it glimmered for a second. He walked closer, his steps slow, deliberate, until he stood right in front of her. "Mrs. Prisha Raichand," he said smoothly, his voice dipping lower. "I'm talking to you. Wait... don't tell me you were waiting for me instead?" Prisha's head snapped up. "Waiting? For you? Why on earth would I?"Leaning casually against the study table, one hand slipping into his pocket, he smirked. "Why not? After all, we just got married. Waiting for me makes sense, doesn't it?"

Her jaw clenched. "You...."

He tilted his head, enjoying her anger. "Me what?"

Prisha rose from her seat in one swift motion, her footsteps echoing as she moved toward the drawer. Before he could react, her hand shot inside and pulled out the very gun he had placed there moments ago. She spun around, pointing it directly at his chest."So, Mr. Shivansh Raichand," she hissed, her eyes blazing, "what were you about to say? Continue." For a moment, his smirk deepened. "Impressive," he murmured, utterly unfazed by the weapon. "Now I'm certain you're mine. My wife."Her finger tightened on the trigger, her voice sharp as glass. "How dare you? You forced me at gunpoint, and now I'll show you how it feels." She raised the gun higher, aiming it at his head. But Shivansh only chuckled softly. "Wifey, the gun wasn't already loaded when I put it away. I didn't do it this time."

"I did," she snapped, her finger steady. "And I can fire it too, Mr. Husband."His eyes gleamed with amusement. "Are you serious right now? I forced you at gunpoint into marriage, and all you care about is why I pointed the gun? Not bad." Her lips curled bitterly. "I never wanted to marry that useless Raunak anyway. And if you hadn't created this drama, I would've escaped long before the wedding rituals."Ah," he drawled, his smirk widening. "So you were planning to run away from your wedding? That's interesting... wifey." Her hand tightened on the gun. "Don't call me that."

"What should I call you then jaana?" he teased.

"Don't."

"Fine then... babes."

Her glare could have burned him alive. She gripped the gun even harder, her voice low and dangerous."Alright, alright," he raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing softly. "I was joking. How about Roseheart?"She blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Roseheart?"Yes," he said smoothly, his voice suddenly gentler. "Your nickname. From your beloved husband." He reached out slowly, his hand brushing the gun. "Now, give this to me. It's not a toy."She didn't budge. "I know very well it's not a toy. Here. Take your weapon back, Mr. Devil Raichand." Her tone dripped with venom as she shoved the gun into his hand. Without waiting for his response, she turned sharply and walked toward the bathroom to freshen up. Shivansh stood there, holding the gun, a dangerous smile curving his lips. "kya dangerous biwi ko Ghar laya hu main," he muttered under his breath. "I'm proud of you, Shivansh."

(What a daring wife I've brought home)

A little while later, the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed faintly across the room. Prisha stepped out, her hair slightly damp from the wash, her face pale but calm. She expected to find Shivansh lounging somewhere in the room, but to her surprise, the space was empty. He had already left. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she sat down on the edge of the bed, shoulders heavy with the weight of everything that had unfolded that night. The silence didn't last long. The door opened again, this time revealing Pallavi, who entered with a tray of food in her hands. The warm aroma filled the room, making it feel a little less suffocating. "Come, beta," Pallavi said gently, setting the tray on the bedside table. "Eat something quickly and then get some rest."Prisha's lips parted in protest, her voice quiet but stubborn. "But aunty... I really don't feel like eating anything." Pallavi gave her a knowing look, one that only a mother could give. "I know that line too well. When I first came into this house, I also told myself I wasn't hungry and it was the biggest lie. So don't argue with me. And one more thing," her tone softened, her eyes kind but firm, "don't call me aunty again. Call me mom. Whether or not you choose to treat Shivansh as a husband, that is up to you. But from today, I am your mom. Okay?"

Prisha stared at her in silence, her mind struggling to process the words. A fragile thought whispered inside her Is this a dream? After her own mother had passed away, she had never felt this warmth again. Maya Singhania had never truly accepted her as a daughter, never once given her the affection she had craved. And yet here stood Pallavi Raichand, the wife of her father's greatest rival, speaking to her with such care, with such tenderness, as if the feud didn't even exist. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Beta?" Pallavi noticed immediately, concern flashing in her voice. "Where did you drift off to? And these tears why?" Prisha wiped at her eyes quickly. "No... nothing. Bas maa ki yaad aa gai".

(I just... remembered my mother.")

Pallavi's expression softened even more. She reached forward, brushing a strand of hair away from Prisha's face. "Then think of me as your mother too. To be honest, you don't even seem like Rajveer and Maya's daughter to me." The words slipped out of Prisha before she could stop them. "Because I'm not Maya Singhania's daughter."Pallavi froze, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean?" Prisha looked away, her voice heavy. "I mean... I'm Rajveer Singhania's daughter, but not Maya's. I'm... his illegitimate child."For a moment, silence fell over the room. Pallavi's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching. She didn't know how to respond. But then she exhaled softly, shaking her head. "Forget all that. Leave the past behind. Just remember one thing you have a mother now. Pallavi Mom. And no matter what, if you ever need anything, if you ever have a problem, you can come to me or Ayushman. Always."

The sincerity in her words broke through Prisha's walls. "You're too good, Mom," she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. Calling her mom felt foreign on her tongue, yet it filled her with warmth she hadn't felt in years. There was pain in her eyes, but also joy because after so long, someone had finally given her the love she'd yearned for. Pallavi coaxed her gently to eat, and in the middle of their conversation, she even fed her small bites with her own hands, the way mothers do when their children are too stubborn. She stroked Prisha's hair lovingly. "Beta, life will throw many storms at us, times when nothing is in our control. In those moments, all we can do is place everything in God's hands and trust that whatever happens is for the best. Because something good will always follow." Prisha's head slowly dropped onto Pallavi's lap, her eyes closing as soft fingers caressed her hair. "Never lose your courage, beta," Pallavi whispered. "The greatest strength a woman has is her willpower. As long as that doesn't break, she can fight through anything." A small smile tugged at Prisha's lips. "Mom... apka beta apke jaisa bilkul nhi hai."

(Your son is nothing like you mom)

Pallavi chuckled softly. "Sometimes he seems impossible, yes. But his heart... it's pure. I don't know why he did this, but one thing I can tell you he will never truly hurt you."Prisha's eyes flashed defiantly. "He can't hurt me."Pallavi smiled proudly. "That's my bahu. You're no less than anyone."For the first time since the wedding, Prisha's face lit up with a faint smile. "Okay, now you should go rest. Don't stay awake because of me. It's already so late."Alright, beta. You too, sleep soon. And don't overthink. Good night."

"Good night, Mom," Prisha whispered, her heart unexpectedly lighter.

As Pallavi stepped out of the room, she found Shivansh sitting alone in the lawn, his figure slouched against the chair, his expression unreadable in the dim light. She tried to walk past him without a word, but his voice stopped her. "Mom... you're upset with me too?" His tone was low, almost childlike. Pallavi's heart clenched, but she didn't let her softness show. "How can anyone be happy with what you've done, Shivansh?"His shoulders tensed. "I'm sorry, Mom. I... I didn't know what else to do. I know what I did was wrong. Punish me however you want, but don't stop talking to me, please." His voice cracked slightly at the end, the arrogance gone. Pallavi sighed, torn between her anger and her love. "We'll talk in the morning. For now, don't disturb Prisha she's sleeping. You should also go and rest."

With that, she walked away, leaving him sitting alone in the cool night air. Upstairs, Prisha had overheard everything through the open window. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, conflicted. A part of her felt an odd pang watching Shivansh like that, but she quickly pushed the thought away. She didn't want to go near him, not now. Moments later, shivansh turned and stepped back towards the room. Prisha quickly runned inside room and scrambled under the blanket, pretending to be fast asleep. He entered in room glanced at her lying on the bed, her breathing steady, and chose not to disturb her. Instead, he moved to the couch, stretching out on its narrow length. As he lay down, his voice slipped into the quiet night, almost as though speaking to himself. "I've done so much wrong... I don't even know how to make Mom and Dad forgive me." Prisha, though feigning sleep, heard every word. She stayed still, her heart oddly unsettled.

Soon his breathing evened out, the weight of exhaustion dragging him into a deep slumber. The couch was far too small for his tall frame, his legs bent awkwardly, his arm dangling off the side. Prisha peeked out from beneath the blanket, her eyes softening as they fell on him. How can he sleep on that tiny couch? she thought, biting her lip. But no... why should I care? I won't let him sleep on this bed with me. Never.

Still, she couldn't help whispering in her mind, How strange he is... one side, he forces me at gunpoint, and the other side, he loves his parents so deeply. Does this Devil really have a heart? But only for his family. Her mind replayed his sharp words Prisha is not a thing. Her heart twisted. Understanding Devil Raichand is impossible.

Then thoughts of how her brother might react to all this swirled in her head, but slowly, sleep tugged her under. And so, beneath the same roof, on the same night, two restless souls drifted into uneasy dreams one on the bed, one on the couch, with a chasm of silence stretching between them.

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It was almost midnight in Mumbai when Suhani finally stepped out of the hospital. Her night shift had just begun, but before diving back into her long hours, she decided to take a short walk outside to clear her head. The air was still and heavy, the streets quieter than usual, with only the distant hum of traffic echoing in the background. As she walked a little further, her eyes caught sight of something unusual in the shadows near a lamp post. Someone was slumped against it, barely moving. At first, the dim light made it difficult for her to see clearly, but the closer she went, the more her heart raced. The figure looked injured his shirt was darkened with blood around his abdomen, and his body leaned lifelessly against the pole.

Suhani gasped, rushing forward. "Oh my God! You've been shot!" Her voice trembled as she crouched beside him, her medical instincts kicking in. "Hello? Excuse me, please open your eyes! You need to go to the hospital" she pleaded, shaking him gently. The man stirred slightly, his face pale, his eyes half-open. That was when Suhani finally saw him clearly. Her breath caught. He wasn't just anyone he was Rudransh Khurana, He had clearly just come out of a violent encounter with his rival and ofcause destroyed his rivals place but got injured, and yet, despite being shot, he had managed to drag himself here, alone.

Rudransh groaned, clutching his abdomen, his voice weak but laced with authority. "No... I can't go to the hospital..."Suhani's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? You've been shot! You're bleeding heavily you have to go to the hospital!" He shook his head faintly, wincing at the movement. "I said... no hospital. Leave me... just go."Her frustration flared. "I can't leave you like this! I'm a doctor, and I won't walk away while you're dying in front of me." He tried to push her hand away, but his strength was failing. His lips curled in a weak smirk despite the pain. "And I'm telling you... I don't need saving. Who even are you? Just go before you regret it."But Suhani was stubborn. She wasn't going anywhere. "Fine, you don't want to go to the hospital? Then stay here. But give me five minutes." Without waiting for his response, she sprinted back towards the hospital supply room, her mind racing. By the time she returned, arms full of emergency medical instruments and a small kit, Rudransh was barely holding on. His head leaned back, breaths shallow. Suhani knelt down quickly, brushing her hair out of her face as her hands shook. "Listen, it's going to hurt, but I need to get this bullet out. Please cooperate with me. I've never done this outside of training, but if I don't, you'll lose too much blood."

Rudransh gave a faint, pained chuckle. "Of course... the first time you try... I'm your unlucky patient. Do it. I'm used to pain anyway." His voice cracked, his body tensing as another wave of pain hit. Suhani's chest tightened, but she forced herself to stay steady. Carefully, she lifted his blood-soaked shirt, the sight making her stomach twist. The wound was deep, the bullet lodged inside. She grabbed the instrument, her hands trembling, but she whispered softly, "Just a little more... please hang in there." Rudransh clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into the ground as she worked. His low groans filled the silence, each sound stabbing at her heart. Finally, after what felt like forever, the metallic piece slid out. Relief washed over her as she quickly cleaned the wound and wrapped it tightly with bandages. "There," she whispered, almost to herself. "It's out."

Rudransh's forehead glistened with sweat, his breaths uneven, but he managed to open his eyes just enough to meet hers. "Not bad... for your first time," he muttered, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips. Ignoring the strange flutter in her chest at his words, Suhani looped his arm around her shoulders. "You need rest. My apartment is nearby just a few steps away. Come on, try to walk."You don't even know me," he rasped, though he allowed her to guide him. "Helping me could ruin you later... you shouldn't risk it." "It's not about knowing you mr." Rudransh he shot back," sure mr. Rudransh she replied firmly, her small frame struggling to carry his weight. "It's about my duty. I'm a doctor, and leaving someone to die isn't in my nature."

Slowly, with great effort, she managed to get him to her building. Unlocking the door with one hand, she guided him inside, laying him down carefully on the couch. She exhaled deeply, her body trembling from the effort. Rudransh, though weak and half-unconscious, couldn't take his eyes off her. Something in the way she looked at him so determined, so fearless felt strange, almost comforting."Mr. Rudransh," she said softly, crouching beside him. "Where's your phone? I'll call someone from your family or friends to help you."He turned his face away, his voice a mere whisper. "There's no one... not for me." His eyes fluttered closed, and Suhani panicked. "Hey, no, no, don't pass out on me now! Hello!" she shook his shoulder gently.

His lips parted, his voice barely audible. "I'm not unconscious... I just... want to sleep. Meri maa..."Her eyes widened. "What? You can't sleep here like this! You need monitoring, you need care"Stop... I don't need a hospital. No arguments." His words were final, his stubbornness shining even in his broken state. "My phone... it's not with me. Don't worry. I'll leave soon."You're not going anywhere until you're better," Suhani muttered, but he didn't reply.Instead, he let his body relax against the couch, exhaustion taking over. Within minutes, he was asleep, his breathing finally evening out.

Suhani sat on the other side of the sofa, watching him carefully. She had a duty to return to the hospital her night shift couldn't wait but leaving him like this made her chest tighten with unease. After a long moment of hesitation, she scribbled a note, placing it gently on the table beside him. Her eyes lingered on him one last time the dangerous man who had appeared out of nowhere, bleeding and broken before she whispered to herself, "Please be alive when I come back." And with that, she quietly slipped out into the night, her heart heavier than before.

To be continued-

Thats all for today's chapter I hope you like it and tell me in the comment section how was it.

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Rudransh x Suhani what you think about them I mean what type of love developed between them.

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And about prisha's daring side I like her this side are you liked it or not?

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