Truth Finds It's Way

~Truth, Finding It's Way~

"I love you, Akshara. From the moment I saw you to the moment I take my last breath, I will only love you more than before. I'm not the prince charming you dreamed of. I'm not the guy who can write you poems. I'm not the guy who can sing for you. I'm not the perfect match for your fairytale prince. But for you, I can become that. I can do anything—only for you. I know I've hurt you, but my love for you is greater than any pain I have ever caused. The only thing in this world that truly matters to me is you. I love you so much, Akshara!"

Akshara jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her breathing heavy.

"This dream...? What does it mean? Abhimanyu never said anything like that to me before. What was that?" she muttered in panic.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Phew! It's just a dream, Akshu. No need to overthink. You probably saw it because you're in..." She paused for a second before completing her sentence. "...love with Abhimanyu."

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought and glanced at the clock.

"Abhir! Oh, you're already ready?" she said, noticing her son dressed in his school uniform.

"Mumma, look at the time," Abhir said, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek.

Akshara's eyes widened when she saw the clock. "Oh no! It's 8 AM, and I haven't even packed your tiffin!"

"Why worry when Abhimanyu is here?"

Akshara turned to see Abhimanyu standing at the door, holding Abhir's tiffin and water bottle.

"You made his tiffin?" she asked, surprised.

"Of course, Akshu. You're acting like I've never cooked before," Abhimanyu replied with a smirk.

"No, I didn't mean it that way, Abhi..." she trailed off.

He chuckled. "By the way, I made breakfast for you too. Now, come on. Let's eat. Junior, let's go!" he said, holding Abhir's hand.

A while later, Akshara walked to the dining table and was left in shock. Spread before her were her favorites—kachori, mayonnaise sandwich, and a butterscotch milkshake. Abhir had his choco-vanilla milkshake, and Abhimanyu, as always, had his beetroot juice.

"Oh my God, you made all this? And we do have a chef, you know?" Akshara said, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Yeah, but I wanted to do it myself," Abhimanyu replied casually.
Akshara eyed Abhimanyu's drink suspiciously. "I get the butterscotch for me and the choco-vanilla for Abhir, but why are you suddenly so obsessed with beetroot juice?"

Abhir burst out laughing.

Abhimanyu shrugged. "I like it. It's healthy."

"Fine, fine. Drink whatever you want, #healthydocman," Akshara teased, making both Abhir and Abhimanyu laugh.

As she happily stuffed her mouth with kachori, Abhimanyu watched her fondly. She looked adorable. But his smile slowly faded.

"Akshu," he said hesitantly. "I need to tell you something. I might be late tonight... or I might stay at the clinic with Rohan."

Akshara immediately looked up, concern flickering in her eyes. "Did something happen, Abhi?"

He shook his head, sipping his juice. "No, just some extra work."

Akshara wasn't convinced. She could sense something was off. But she chose not to push him. "Hmm... okay," she said softly.

Before the conversation could continue, Abhir tugged on Abhimanyu's hand. "Papa, I'm getting late! Let's go!"

"Coming, Junior. Akshu," Abhimanyu turned to her seriously. "If anything happens, press that emergency button I installed on your phone, okay?"

Akshara nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

Unknown to her, Abhimanyu had already taken extra precautions. He had appointed guards to stay with Akshara 24/7, ensuring her safety even when he wasn't around. He had also hired a chef, Nina, to make sure she never had to stress over meals.

After dropping Abhir off, Abhimanyu arrived at the clinic, where Rohan was already waiting for him.

"Any new letters or messages from him?" Abhimanyu asked, his expression darkening.

"No, sir. But I think he's doing exactly what he wrote in the letter. He won't make a move until Akshara ma'am's delivery," Rohan replied, sitting across from him.

"That man can't be trusted, Rohan," Abhimanyu muttered. "That's why I have guards with Akshara round-the-clock—whether I'm home or not."

Rohan nodded. "Sir, when should we execute the plan? I've spoken to Harshvardhan sir. He should be here any moment now."

Abhimanyu leaned back, his jaw tightening. "I didn't want anyone else to know about that video clip. I don't trust him completely, but... we have no other choice."

At that moment, the cabin door opened.

Dr. Harshvardhan Birla walked in—an older man in his late fifties, with sharp features, expensive spectacles, and an even more expensive watch on his wrist.

"Abhimanyu, beta," he greeted as he stepped inside.

"Good morning, sir," Abhimanyu replied.

"Good morning," Harshvardhan said briskly. "Everything is set. Now tell me, when do we execute the plan?"

Abhimanyu hesitated for a moment. Then, with determination in his eyes, he spoke.

"Tonight. 11:50 PM sharp."
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Author's Note:

I hope you all are enjoying the story! For those of you wondering why Akshara doesn't remember anything that happened between her and Abhi—stay tuned! The mystery will unfold in the upcoming chapters.

Curiosity is important, after all. ;)

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