What if??( the Sharma's edition)(slow updates)

Shattered Trust and a Child's Redemption

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Do read my new book -Raita Toh Phail Gaya -new chapter is out and complete targets guys

Lets do fun game...answers these before reading the chapter and let's see how many r good at guess 😜
Who is the real culprit in this track?
Am i only one started hating armaan as much as dogman?
I wish him dying on white day.....i want a new lead for abhira now...

Based on yesterday 's episode dives into the escalating tension between Armaan and Abhira over Pookie's care.

The Poddar mansion in Udaipur stood shrouded in a somber dusk, its opulent halls echoing with unspoken tension. Abhira, Naira's granddaughter, sat on her bed, her body wracked with a fever she concealed, her heart aching for her daughter, Pookie. Armaan, once her soulmate, had become a stranger, his obsession with Pookie morphing into a controlling force that isolated Abhira. His behavior had escalated into abuse, his words cutting like knives, his actions leaving bruises on her spirit and skin.
"Abhira, sleep," Armaan commanded, his voice devoid of warmth, eyes avoiding hers. "I'm taking Pookie to the guest room. You're too sick to be near her." Abhira, her strength sapped by fever, nodded weakly, her gaze lingering on Pookie's tiny form, wrapped in a soft yellow blanket. As Armaan left, the door's click felt like a lock on her heart. Abhira drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams filled with Pookie's giggles, only to be haunted by nightmares of losing her. Unbeknownst to her, the Poddars were planning a family picnic, dismissing Abhira's condition as a mere inconvenience.
In the living room, Abhira stood alone, her fever making her sway. Kaveri, her face etched with concern, approached. "Abhira, why aren't you with them?" Abhira's voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "I have a fever, Dadisa. Armaan said I'd make Pookie sick." Kaveri's eyes flashed with anger. "It's not a viral infection, beta. You're her mother. You belong with her, not pushed aside like this." Abhira's tears spilled, but she stayed silent, Armaan's rejection crushing her resolve.

The next morning, the Goenkas arrived with a brightly decorated bus for the family picnic, their chatter filling the air with anticipation. Armaan, clutching Pookie tightly, declared, "I want Pookie's first picnic to be unforgettable." His voice carried a possessive edge that sent a chill through Kaveri. She turned to Ruhi, who stood quietly by the bus. "How are you, beta?" Ruhi's smile was faint. "I'm fine, Dadisa. I miss Daksh." Kaveri's voice softened but held purpose. "Help Abhira, Ruhi. She's drowning in silence. Teach her to speak up."

At the picnic site, a sprawling park with vibrant marigolds and a gentle breeze, the Poddars spread out a checkered blanket, their laughter echoing. Armaan's temper flared when Vidya adjusted Pookie's diaper bag. "Don't touch her things!" he snapped, his voice sharp enough to silence the group. Vidya, stunned, stepped back, her eyes wide with hurt. Armaan ordered everyone to settle, but Abhira, arriving late due to her fever, noticed he hadn't acknowledged her absence. When she confronted him, her voice weak, he dismissed her. "You're sick, Abhira. You'd only put Pookie at risk." His blame, laced with contempt, cut deeper than any bruise.
Abhira, her heart heavy, sat on the blanket's edge, her eyes fixed on Pookie in Armaan's arms. The family began singing a cheerful tune, but Armaan's voice sliced through. "Stop it! You're disturbing Pookie!" Kaveri challenged him, her tone firm. "She's smiling, Armaan. How do you know she's crying?" Armaan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "I know my daughter." Kaveri shook her head, her patience fraying.
Manish, eager to diffuse the tension, danced with Pookie, twirling her gently. Armaan snatched her back, his grip possessive, his eyes flashing. Ruhi, watching Abhira check Pookie's monitor camera on her phone, leaned in. "Abhira, take a stand before it's too late. Armaan's love for Pookie is turning into an obsession." Abhira nodded, her resolve flickering, but her fever and Armaan's dominance kept her voice locked away.
Then, disaster struck. While Armaan argued with Sanjay over picnic logistics, the caretaker—hired by Armaan without Abhira's consent—seized the moment. She snatched Pookie from Vidya's arms and vanished into the park's dense shrubbery, her footsteps muffled by the soft earth. Vidya's piercing scream shattered the festive mood. "Pookie's gone!" The family scrambled, searching frantically through the park's winding paths, but the caretaker had disappeared with Pookie, leaving only a discarded blanket behind.
Armaan, returning, turned on Abhira, his face contorted with rage. "This is your fault, Abhira! You're too weak to care for her! You let this happen!" His voice was venomous, his grip on her wrist bruising as he shook her. Abhira, tears streaming, shook her head, her voice breaking. "I wasn't near her, Armaan! You kept me away! You hired that caretaker without telling me!" Her words, fueled by betrayal, hung heavy, but Armaan's pride drowned them out.