Before reading remember one thing that first generation couples abhay aashi ayaan rashi are died in an car accident but how it will reveal with chapters and it's a new phase of RUHANIYAT -his dangerous Ishq which truly means it in this.

I hope you like it and having lot of trauma so take tissue paper before reading this chapter.

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Twenty years had passed, yet the shadows of that fateful night refused to leave Aryan's mind. In the stillness of his dream, echoes of the past clawed their way into his consciousness. "Dad... Maa... please come out, please maa... uncle, stop... papaaaaaa..." His voice trembled, raw and desperate, as the memory replayed itself like a cruel film. He could see it all again: Abhay's car colliding with Ayaan's, the violent crash sending both vehicles tumbling into a deep ditch, metal crunching, glass shattering. He cried out continuously in that dream, his young mind unable to comprehend the irreversible horror, the helplessness of watching life slip away.

And then, as though the nightmare had tethered him to reality, Aryan jolted awake, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his forehead. "Maa... Papa..." he murmured, terror still gripping him, his hands trembling as he tried to steady his breathing. His grandmother, Ayaan's mother, stirred beside him, her voice soft and worn with concern. "Aaru beta... what happened? Did you see that dream again? How many times have I told you not to think about that night, but still..."Aryan's lips quivered as he turned toward her, words choking him. "Dadi... no matter how much I try, I can't forget that night... the night that snatched my mom and dad from me... and because of people who didn't even care, my parents..." His voice broke, pain lacing every syllable. She sighed, brushing a gentle hand over his trembling head, her own heart aching at his grief. "Aaru beta, what you're thinking isn't true. Abhay and Ayaan were best friends... more like brothers... they cared for each other more than anyone. No one knows what really happened that night... but it wasn't intentional."He shook his head, tears spilling freely now. "I don't know what was in their hearts, Dadi... but I saw them with my own eyes... how can I forget? I can never forgive them. Even if I can't bring my parents back in this world, my hatred for them is still alive."

Her chest tightened at the rawness of his grief, and she swallowed back her own tears. "Such deep hatred shouldn't exist in anyone's heart, beta. Not even for those people. That night, I too lost my son. I lost four children in one night... don't let hatred consume you."Aryan's voice hardened, bitter and unforgiving. "It's not just two people I lost that night, Dadi... it's not just Mom and Dad... Abhay uncle and his wife... none of them mean anything to me anymore."She pressed a trembling hand over his hair, forcing him to rest, her voice soft and coaxing. "Alright, enough now. Go to sleep. We don't talk about this every day. Go to sleep."Reluctantly, he laid his head in her lap, eyelids heavy, trying to bury the storm inside him. She stroked his hair slowly, heart heavy with thoughts she dared not voice. "I don't know how this hatred will ever end... Aaru, their mistake isn't theirs alone. And yours... you're still so young to bear this pain. If only time could heal what that night destroyed... that accident shattered everyone. I know Ayaan, Rashi, Abhay, and Aashi would never want this hatred to continue. But I don't know how many years it will take... or if it will ever get better."

On the other side of the world, Aashvi sat by her window, staring at the pale moon and scattered stars. Her voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of longing. "Mom, Dad, how are you? I know you must be missing me a lot... I miss you both so much, but I can't talk to you like before. Every day I try to talk, but I don't get any answer... I know you must be very busy up there with God. Anyway, I should go now... I know you'll miss me too. So go to sleep, your daughter will also sleep now... Good night, Mumma. Good night, Papa. I love you both so much."

As she closed the window, her hand brushed against the frame, sending a jolt of pain up her arm. "Ouch... my hand. Why does it hurt every time I touch this window? I hate this window," she muttered, wincing, her voice tinged with nostalgia and sorrow. "I wish you both were here with me like when I was a kid... Whenever I got hurt, Papa would pick me up, and Mumma would bandage me. I still remember that..."The memory flooded her mind like a gentle tide, pulling her back to a time of innocence and warmth. "Papa, where are you? Come quickly, I'm hurt!" little Aashvi had cried, her tiny voice echoing through the hallways of her childhood home.

Flashback -

"Princess, Papa will find you... I'm on my way," Abhay's deep, comforting voice had reassured her. She had run toward him, only to stumble hard on the ground. "Aah... Papa... Mumma, I'm hurt!" tears streaming down her cheeks, her small body trembling."Princess, get up," he had urged, rushing to her side. "Oh, how many times have I told you not to run like that? Look at this wound, it's bleeding. Let's go to the hospital quickly.""No, we don't need to go to the hospital. It's not that bad," she had whimpered, her voice small."No, princess. We have to go. You're bleeding so much. We need to see a doctor," he had insisted, concern etched on every line of his face.Just then, Aashi had entered, her arms gentle and soothing. "Abhay, kids get hurt like this all the time. Move aside, let me take care of our princess."But Aashi..." he had protested, torn between worry and pride."Abhay... she's hurt, but she'll be fine. Don't worry. And explain to her, Papa, too. She gets so hyper," Aashi had said calmly, cradling Aashvi in her arms."Mumma... Papa... I'm still your little princess, right? That's why I'm here. Right, Papa?" she had asked, eyes sparkling with innocence."Of course, princess. You'll always be my princess. Come on, let's go for some ice cream," Abhay's voice had echoed in her memory, full of warmth and love."Yes! Ice cream!" she had giggled, running to his side."Come on, my team," he had said, lifting her into his arms, Aashviash trailing behind as they headed for ice cream, laughter echoing in the golden sunlight of that forgotten afternoon.

Back in the present, Aashvi smiled sadly, tears threatening to spill. "How much you used to pamper me, Papa... and even then, Mumma would scold you for spoiling me. But your princess has grown up now... though she's still a little clumsy. I wish you both were here, Mumma... Papa... I miss you. I miss you so much."Her tears slid silently down her cheeks, catching the soft glow of moonlight.

Across the ocean, in a cold, luxurious mansion in the USA, Abhayash sat like a dark king on his throne, glass of wine in hand, eyes sharp and calculating. A man entered quietly. "Good evening, sir."What's the news?" Abhayash's tone cut through the air, sharp as a knife."Sir... it's about Rituraj."

"What happened to him?"

"Rituraj is dead... but we found out about the person responsible for your parents' death."

Abhayash's jaw clenched. "Where is he now?"

"India," the man replied hesitantly. A tense silence followed.

"Sir..." the man began, only to be cut off.

"Book three tickets to India," Abhayash ordered coldly.

"But... why three?"

"Just do what I said," he snapped. "Don't ask questions."

"Yes, sir," the man answered, retreating.

Abhayash sat in silence for a few moments, gripping his glass tightly. "India... I don't want to see her face again. Because of her, I lost my parents... because of her, I lost my sister."Memories of childhood tormented him. "Dadi... Mumma, Papa... where did they go?" young Abhayash had wailed. "Dadi... where is Aashvi? Why hasn't she come, Dadi? Say something, please say something!"Her words had cut deep, etched into his mind forever. "Your sister is dead... and with her, my children too. Because of that girl, I lost my daughter-in-law. Every time someone stayed with her, something bad happened... she took everyone away from me."The rage and pain of that moment had shaped him. "Why are you saying this, Dadi? It's not her fault my sister died... I hate you for saying that. I hate you all. I'm leaving... I'll go to my parents. I'll never come back."Even the police had tried to console him, but her words were final. No one could bring her back. Abhayash's fists clenched, determination burning in his eyes. "I can never forgive you... I can never sit under the same roof as you. Because of you, I lost Aashvi. Because of you, I lost Mom and Dad. I'm sorry, Aashvi, I couldn't find you then. But now... I promise, Mom and Dad, I'll find her... and the one responsible for our pain will die a death so cruel that even seventy-three generations of their soul will tremble."

The next morning in India, the sun cast a golden glow across the room where Aashvi greeted her Guru Ji with a soft smile. "Good morning, Guru Ji."Good morning, beta. Come, sit," he replied warmly. Sitting beside him, concern shadowing her features, Aashvi spoke softly. "Guru Ji, why do you wake up so early? I've told you so many times that a little rest is also necessary, but you never listen to me."He smiled gently. "You say it, beta... but you never make me listen."Aashvi pouted slightly. "Guru Ji..."Okay okay, sorry, Baba. I'll try to wake up a bit later. But my eyes just open up on their own," he chuckled."Then go back to sleep again," she teased, giggling."Haha," he laughed softly.Her tone grew serious. "Guru Ji, can I ask you something?""Yes beta, ask."Guru Ji... did my family ever try to find me? No one ever came looking for me."

"Beta... what's the use of thinking about all that now? You're my daughter now, and that's enough."

"Please Guru Ji... you always say this, but please tell me the truth this time. I promise I won't feel bad or cry. I just want to know because I belong to you now."

He turned to her, eyes softening. "Beta, when that accident happened, you were very young. And no one came looking for you... at that time, your condition was very bad. You were unconscious for several days. When you finally regained consciousness, you could only say your name... and there was this locket around your neck. Through that... I found your name. Since that day, I gave you my surname and made you my daughter."Aashvi's heart raced, a spark of hope igniting. "So that means someone must have tried to find me... right, Guru Ji? Because just as much as I wanted to find my family, maybe they also wanted to find me."Turning toward her with warmth and love, Guru Ji said softly, "Aashvi beta, you are my daughter now, and I don't want to see tears in my daughter's eyes. That's why I always want you in front of me, not behind me."She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat, determination mingling with gratitude. "I won't cry, Guru Ji. You are the best in the world."He smiled, pride radiating from him. "Alright, now forget all this and tell me... how's your practice going, meri bacchi?""Very well... and just wait and see. I'll win that competition... I'll leave everyone behind at Masoori College."

His eyes sparkled with pride. "Now that's the Aashvi I know!"

Other side of other city "Mom, Mom! Where are you?!" Shavni's voice rang through the house, bubbling over with excitement as she dashed toward her mother, unable to contain her joy. Her footsteps were light, almost dancing, as she called again, "Mom, Mom!"Shanaya appeared in the doorway, a little puzzled by the sudden outburst. She raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across her face. "This girl will never change," she muttered to herself with a small smile. "What happened? Why are you shouting like this?"Shavni stopped in her tracks, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration. She grabbed her mother's hands and practically bounced on her heels. "Mumma... I'm just so happy today! So, so happy! I can't even begin to explain how much!" she exclaimed, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost breathless with excitement.

Shanaya's curiosity peaked, and she couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's infectious energy. "Oh really? And what has happened that has made you this happy?" she asked, leaning back against the doorframe, her amusement softening the slight worry in her eyes. Shavni's face lit up even more, her grin wide and radiant. "Abhayash is coming back, Mumma! After twenty long years... after twenty years, he's finally returning to India!" she squealed, the words spilling from her lips as if the excitement itself couldn't be contained. Shanaya's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of astonishment and a little laughter dancing in them. "Ohh, so you found out!" she said, her tone teasing. "I was going to tell you myself, and now I'm sure you'll make me serve him like a prince the moment he steps in the door."Shavni gasped dramatically, placing her hands on her cheeks as though the thought itself was a delight. "Mumma, why did you hide it from me? I've waited for so long to see him again. I wonder how much he's changed... he must look so different now. But when I finally meet him, I'm going to tell him so many things... so many!" she said dreamily, eyes far away as she imagined the reunion. Shanaya laughed softly, shaking her head at her daughter's dreamy antics. "Yes, yes, say everything you want. But first, let the poor guy reach home safely. He'll be so tired, and you'll pounce on him the moment he walks in, I'm sure of it," she teased, her tone warm and full of affection. Shavni's small smile softened her exuberance for a moment. "I'm not that bad, Mumma..." she said quietly, her voice almost shy, though her excitement still lingered in the sparkle of her eyes.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Aryan stood by the jeep, adjusting his watch and taking a deep breath before starting his journey. "Dadi, I'm leaving for Masoori now. Please take care of yourself," he said softly, his tone calm but tinged with concern, as he looked down at his grandmother, who was seated nearby. Dadi's eyes filled with worry, and she reached out to pat his arm gently. "But Masoori is so far... if you drive all the way in the jeep, you'll be exhausted," she said, her voice layered with motherly concern and care. Aryan smiled reassuringly, his expression steady, yet affectionate. "Don't worry, Dadi. I'll take care of myself. And maybe you've forgotten—your grandson is an IAS officer now. I won't get tired so easily. I'm just going to attend a function and then return. That's all. Bye, take care," he said, giving her a small, comforting smile before moving toward the jeep. Dadi exhaled slowly, letting some of her worry dissipate as she watched him. "Okay, fine. Go safely, take care... bye-bye," she replied, her voice soft, tender, and full of love for the young man she had raised.

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And that's all with this chapter and wait..wait I know you have lot of confusion blowed in your mind that what was happening with abhay aashi rashi Ayaan well they are died who when it's will reveal with further chapter I know to say good byy like this to our characters are difficult but it's just a book so let it be like a book. And wait for next chapter till then take care byy byy.