Jaggu reached the terrace, his face heavy with worry. But before he could open his mouth, Vanya stopped him with a soft smile.
“No need to say anything, Jaggu ji,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “My faith… it won’t shake.”
The sky had turned a deep navy blue. Stars hung above like silent witnesses to her patience.
She stood there, alone with her thal, eyes brimming with tears but posture upright, proud.
On the other side of the city, in a film studio buzzing with lights and fake emotions, Rivaan Kapoor Vanya’s husband, the superstar everyone loved and feared paced like a man possessed. He kicked a chair, his jaw clenched, something about tonight didn’t feel right.
Meanwhile, Vanya was struggling to even stand. Her vision blurred. She clutched her stomach, her steps faltering as
