Replaced Wife of my first love

Chapter 45

Zian leaned towards me, taking my hand in his. "Siya," he said, his voice softening. "I'm just teasing you. We don't have to have a third kid if you don't want to."

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for my husband's understanding. He always knew how to push my buttons, but he also knew when to back off and give me space.

"Thanks," I said, smiling at him. "I appreciate that."

Zian grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief once again. "But you know," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If we do have a third kid, we could name him after my great-grandfather. What do you think?"

I laughed, feeling a sense of love and warmth spread through me. My husband might be a tease, but he was also the love of my life, and I knew that we would make whatever decision was best for our family together.

It was supposed to be a happy day, a day to celebrate our baby girl's two-month ceremony.I was holding our daughter in my arms, feeling a sense of joy and contentment wash over me.

There was an announcement of the arrival of that there will be singer singing. When that singer started coming on the stage, it was a bit dark from afar, but when she came in the light, everyone's eyes were left teary.

Zian and I looked at each other with surprise, because she was Trisha. Everyone in Deshmukh family was surprised, that Trisha is back now, but she looks much changed than before because whatever she wanted today she had everything, name,status, Fame and Money.

She walked in like she owned the place, her long hair flowing behind her as she made her way to the front of the crowd. I could feel Zian tense up beside me, his hand tightening on my shoulder.

Trisha's entry won the hearts of many guest and Zian's eyes were full of anger, his eyes were red with anger as if he could have killed someone at that time. When everyone lost their senses, there was a smile on the guest's faces. so many cameramen around Trisha were taking her photos. I had never expected her to show up at our daughter's ceremony.

"What is she doing here?" Zian muttered to his secretary, his voice low and angry. I shook my head, feeling a sense of confusion and fear rising up in me. I had no idea what was going on, or why this woman had come to our daughter's ceremony.

His secretary came and said, "Sir her company contacted us, they said they have a singer who will make the night beautiful," Zian looked at him in anger.

And then Trisha started to sing.

On our wedding day, I made a choice,
To chase the music, heed the inner voice,
Left behind a love, a life so true,
For melodies that pulled me through.
Years have flown, the stage became my home,
But memories of him, they never roam,
His face a shadow in my spotlight's gleam,
A love that once was, a lingering dream.
I walked away from love to find my song,
Now he's found his own path to belong,
A family, a life he's built so strong,
While I sing my heartache in every song.
Melodies became my sweet escape,
Yet in the quiet nights, his memory takes shape,
His laughter echoes in the empty crowd,
A love once lost, I'm shouting it loud.
Years have passed, but time can't heal the pain,
For in my heart, his presence will remain,
A love untangled from the notes I strum,
A symphony of longing, the past becomes.
The stage lights fade, the crowd goes home,
But the echoes of our love still roam,
I wonder if he hears me through the air,
A voice that carries all my love and care.
In the spotlight's glow, I stand alone,
A love once vibrant, now a silent moan,
Years have passed, but still, I yearn,
For the love that's gone, for the love that burns.

It was a beautiful, haunting melody, one that filled the air with a sense of sadness and longing. Her voice was like honey, sweet and smooth and full of emotion. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I listened, feeling guily wonder at the power of her voice.

But Zian was not impressed. He stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "What are you doing here?" he shouted, his voice ringing out over the crowd.

Trisha stopped singing, looking up at him with a mixture of surprise and fear. "I just wanted to see the baby," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

My husband shook his head, his face twisted with rage. "You have no right to be here," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You lost that right when you broke my heart."

Trisha looked down, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble." I thought she would stay away from us for good. But fate had other plans.

And then our son Vihaan ran up to her.

"Hi! Aunty" he said, his face lighting up with a smile. Trisha looked up, surprised to see him. "Oh, hi Vihaan!" she said, her voice warm and friendly.

Vihaan nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. "Yeah! And you sing so good!" Trisha laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you," she said.

Zian and I approached cautiously, feeling a sense of unease as we got closer. But our son seemed completely at ease, chatting away with Trisha as if they were old friends. And then she said something that surprised us all.

"I missed your Dad..," Trisha said sadness filled in her eyes and continued And your mom too. Zian looked at her anger filled in his eyes.

"You finished singing now leave this place," she sadly looked at him And then she turned and walked away, her voice fading into the distance as she disappeared from view. The crowd was silent, staring after her in shock and disbelief. I looked down at our daughter, feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over me.

Zian sat down beside me, his eyes still blazing with anger. "I can't believe she had the nerve to show up here," he muttered.

I nodded, feeling a sense of sadness and confusion wash over me. I had never expected something like this to happen, especially not on our daughter's special day.

But as the afternoon wore on, I found myself thinking more and more about Trisha's voice, about how beautiful it had been. I wondered what had happened to her, why she had come to our daughter's ceremony after all these years.

The next day, Zian went to the office and I was sitting in the living room with Ziya in my arms.

And then a servant came and said "Maam there is woman asked to meet you,"

"Who is she," I asked him,

"She said she is your old friend," I noded went to see and found Trisha standing there, her eyes red and swollen. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

I looked at her, feeling a sense of pity and understanding wash over me. "Come in," I said, and we sat in our living room.

She stepped inside, looking around nervously. "I know I shouldn't have come," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, feeling a sense of compassion and empathy wash over me. "I understand," I said, holding out my hand. "Let's talk."

And as we sat down together, the three of us, I felt a sense of hope rising up within me. Maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to heal the wounds of the past, to move forward together as a family.

I looked at her, her eyes fixed on the picture of Zian and I when we clicked on rakhshabandan and many more.

"Trisha?" I called her, She turned to look at me, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean to intrude. I just saw the photo frames and I wanted to take a closer look."

I felt a sense of suspicion and distrust wash over me as I looked at her. Did she still have feelings for Zian?

But then I saw the sadness in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped in defeat. And I realized that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't here to cause trouble.

I wish we could find a way to move forward together, to put the past behind us and start anew.

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