The courtroom was tense, the air heavy with anticipation. Today was the final hearing of the Sahil murder case—a case that had captured public attention due to the political clout of the accused, Udey Singh, and his nephew Prashant Singh. Sahil's grieving parents, Sukhbir and Rajbala, sat on one side, their eyes filled with a mixture of hope and despair.
Ranvijay, rose from his seat, his commanding presence drawing every eye in the room. Satyam, stood beside him, equally tense. Ranvijay adjusted his tie, his calm exterior belying the storm he was about to unleash.
"Your Honour," Ranvijay began, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of intensity, "I would like to apologise... for misleading this court for so long."
A collective gasp echoed through the courtroom. Even the opposition lawyer looked stunned, while Sukhbir and Rajbala exchanged bewildered glances.
Ranvijay continued, ignoring the ripple of murmurs. "I have been falsely accusing Mr. Prashant and Mr. Udey Singh. I must confess—until now, I was unaware of the whole truth."
Udey Singh smirked, leaning back in his chair with smug satisfaction. Finally, he thought, the boy has learned his lesson.
But Ranvijay’s piercing gaze didn’t waver. He let the moment hang, allowing the weight of his words to settle before delivering his next blow. "However," he said, his voice suddenly sharp, "I have now uncovered the identity of the real culprit. The person who murdered Sahil is none other than..." He paused, savoring the suspense.
"...Maansi Singh."
A thunderous silence followed his declaration. Maansi, who had been seated quietly until now, looked up in shock, her face pale. Her lips moved soundlessly as she struggled to process what she had just heard.
"No!" she cried, shaking her head in disbelief. "This is a lie! I didn’t kill Sahil!" Tears streamed down her face, but Ranvijay remained unyielding.
"Maansi Singh," he said, his voice cutting through the courtroom like a blade, "please step into the witness box."
Still sobbing, Maansi obeyed, her legs trembling beneath her. Satyam, watching from the side, was as shocked as everyone else. Ranvijay hadn’t shared this twist with him either, leaving him utterly clueless.
Ranvijay began his revelation, his tone now dripping with sarcasm. "Your Honour, Maansi met Sahil during their college years.
He was an exemplary student, brilliant and disciplined—a rare gem. Naturally, his talent made him a threat to others, including Maansi." He turned to her, his eyes cold. "When you couldn’t compete with him academically, you chose a different route, didn’t you? You created a fake love story, a sordid little plan to distract him. Isn’t that right?"
Maansi shook her head violently. "No! I loved him! I didn’t kill him!" she wailed, her sobs echoing in the room.
Ranvijay’s lips curled into a bitter smile. "Love? Spare us the melodrama, Ms. Singh. When Sahil discovered your true intentions and tried to end things, you decided that if he wouldn’t be yours, he wouldn’t belong to anyone. You got him killed."
He turned back to the judge, holding up a set of documents. "These, my lord, are call records and witness statements from her college friends. They confirm her deceitful actions and her role in orchestrating Sahil’s murder."
Maansi cried louder, shaking her head vehemently. "It’s not true! This is all a lie!"
But Ranvijay’s voice rose, his anger palpable. "Stop lying, Maansi! You never loved him. You used him, manipulated him, and when he rejected you, you betrayed him. You are as much a murderer as the men who pulled the trigger."
The opposition lawyer scrambled to recover, rising to his feet. "Your Honour, Mr. Ranvijay is weaving a tale of fiction! These are baseless allegations!"
Ranvijay chuckled darkly, his smile devoid of humor. "Baseless? That’s rich coming from someone defending men who kill in the name of honor. My lord, these aren't just allegations. I have proof."
He pulled out photographs from his file, handing them to the court clerk. "These images were taken when Mr. Udey Singh and Mr. Prashant personally visited my office. They confessed everything to me—thinking, of course, that they could intimidate me into silence. How foolish of them."
Udey Singh shot to his feet, his composure shattering. "Yeh sab jhoot hai! Pagal ho gaya hai yeh vakil!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fury.
Ranvijay smirked. "Oh, I’m very sane, Mr. Singh. Perhaps more so than you expected."
Maansi, overwhelmed, finally spoke through her tears.
"It’s true," she whispered. "I... I didn’t mean for this to happen." Her voice broke as she continued, "Prashant Bhaiya told me to call Sahil. He said he just wanted to talk to him about our relationship. But when Sahil came, Bhaiya and Tauji... they..." Her words dissolved into sobs as she sank to her knees. "They killed him. Right in front of me. And I couldn’t stop them."
Her confession sent another wave of shock through the courtroom.
Ranvijay stepped forward, his voice now softer but no less firm. "There you have it, my lord. Maansi, in her naivety, played into her family’s hands, and they used her to execute their barbaric plan. But make no mistake—the true culprits are Udey Singh and Prashant Singh."
He then presented the final piece of evidence: call records and a video of Udey Singh and Prashant threatening him in his office.
The judge, after reviewing the evidence, delivered the verdict. Udey Singh and Prashant Singh were sentenced to life imprisonment, while Maansi was set free ..from the court from the guilt of not speaking up for her love .
As the courtroom emptied, Sahil’s parents approached Ranvijay, tears of gratitude in their eyes. "Thank you," Rajbala whispered, her voice breaking. "You’ve given us justice."
Ranvijay simply nodded, his expression unreadable. Satyam, meanwhile, looked at him with newfound admiration. "You’re a force of nature, sir," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Ranvijay glanced at him, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Justice, Satyam," he said quietly, "isn’t about winning. It’s about truth. And remember this , truth is the sharpest weapon of all.
**************
Ranvijay slipped into his car, muttering to himself, “Late ho gaya aaj toh... hone vaale sasural jaana tha.”
Before he could start the car, his phone buzzed, and the name “Dadi” flashed on the screen. He picked up with a faint smile. "Yes, Induuu bolo," he said, his tone teasing yet warm.
"Kaha hai tu? Court case ka kya raha?" Indira Devi's voice came through, laced with curiosity and impatience.
Ranvijay leaned back, allowing a smirk to grace his lips. "Hona kya tha? Indu ka hero hu, I had to win it for your sake... nahi toh meri heroine kisi aur ke paas chali jaati," he replied cheekily, making her laugh on the other end.
"Achha, ye sab chod. Main kaam pe aate hai... apni iss heroine ko apni doosri heroine se nahi milwane le jaayega? Main kab se ready hoke baithi hu," Dadi quipped, her voice playful yet demanding.
Ranvijay sighed theatrically. "Yrrr Dadiiii, main pehle hi late hu. Ek kaam karo—you meet me at their house only. Baaki log bhi aa rahe hain kya?" he asked, trying to find a middle ground.
"Tere maa-baap ko chhod ke hum sab aa rahe hain. Let those two oldies be at home only," Indira Devi said, making him chuckle.
"As you order, your highness," he replied with a mock bow, even though she couldn’t see it, before ending the call. He turned to Satyam, who was busy sorting something in the backseat.
"Avu ke liye gifts laaye jo bola tha?" Ranvijay asked.
"Sir, piche toh dekhiye," Satyam responded, nodding toward the backseat. Ranvijay turned and noticed the seat was stacked with toys, snacks, sweets, and clothes.
"Good job!" Ranvijay praised, his approval evident.
Before long, they arrived at Sanyukta's home, but Ranvijay chose to wait in the car for his family to arrive. Soon, another car pulled up, and out stepped Indira Devi, Raveer, Anjali, Anushka, and little Aarvi. Together, they approached the house.
The Singh family had been eagerly awaiting their arrival and welcomed them warmly at the door. Sudheer and Pankaj greeted them politely, ensuring they hadn’t faced any trouble finding the house.
Ranvijay, ever respectful, bent down to touch Sushma ji’s feet, receiving her blessings.
“Khus raho, beta,” she said, her affection evident as she caressed his head lovingly.
Inside, snacks were served, and the air buzzed with casual chatter about everyday life.
Anushka, unable to hold back her impatience, leaned toward Anjali and whispered, “Sanyukta bhabhi kab aayegi? Mere se aur wait nahi hota ab.”
“Mujhe bhi chachi ko dekhna hai,” Aarvi chimed in, her voice sweet and childlike.
Anjali smiled indulgently. “You both need to have some patience. Ready ho rahi hogi Sanyukta,” she said, trying to calm them down.
Meanwhile, Pooja and Nisha busied themselves serving the guests.
“Chai samosa mera favourite hai, lekin abhi ke liye Sanyukta se milna zyada urgent lag raha hai,” Dadi remarked, earning laughter from everyone.
“Ji bilkul. Nisha beta, le aao zara Sanyukta ko,” Sudhesh ji said.
Upstairs, Sanyukta paced nervously in her room. Little Avu sat beside her, giggling at her restless movements.
“Mummaaaaa... aaj Papa milne aaye hhh kyaaaa?” Avu asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Sanyukta paused, smiling at her son. Sitting beside him, she gently kissed his tiny palm. “You want to meet him?”
“Yessssss!” Avu exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.
Pulling him into a hug, Sanyukta whispered a silent prayer. I hope everything goes fine. My Avu deserves everything he’s missed so far.
Just then, Nisha walked in, breaking their moment. Sanyukta took a deep breath, holding Avu’s tiny hand tightly as they made their way to the hall. Her nervousness grew with every step, the weight of so many eyes on her almost unbearable.
Among the strangers, however, her gaze found Ranvijay. His steady, reassuring eyes met hers, silently conveying a promise: You’re not alone. I’m here.
For a moment, everything else faded. The connection between them felt inexplicably profound, as though their souls had known each other for ages, despite being almost strangers.
Avu, feeling shy, hid behind his mother, breaking her trance. She gently coaxed him forward, holding his hand as they greeted everyone.
Sanyukta bent to touch Indira Devi’s feet. The older woman’s eyes sparkled as she took in her beauty.
“Stay blessed, bacha,” Indira said warmly, her blessing heartfelt.
“Avu...” Sanyukta encouraged, nudging her son forward.
“Namaste, bacha. Apna naam nahi bataoge mujhe?” she asked, cupping his chubby cheek lovingly.
“Avuktttt Sayuuu Sighhh,” Avu tried to pronounce his full name, leaving everyone charmed by his innocence.
Sanyukta sat down between Anjali and Anushka, who took an instant liking to her.
“Avuuu... apne Papa se nahi milna chaoge?” Indira Devi asked, her tone gentle.
Avu nodded eagerly, his eyes darting toward the man Dadi had pointed out.
“Look there... he is your Papa,” Indira Devi said, gesturing to Ranvijay.
Ranvijay straightened in his seat, suddenly alert. Nervousness crept into him—a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor. For once, the bold, sarcastic, and fearless Ranvijay Shekhawat found himself at a loss, unsure of how the little boy would react.
Avu hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked toward Ranvijay, who beckoned him forward with a soft smile.
“Aaap meleee Papa haiiiiii?” Avu asked, his voice a mixture of innocence and curiosity.
Ranvijay could only nod, his throat tightening with emotion.
“Huggggyyyy...” Avu spread his tiny arms wide, breaking the last of Ranvijay’s defenses.
Ranvijay knelt down and pulled the little boy into his arms, holding him close. A tidal wave of emotions surged through him—love, protectiveness, and an unshakable resolve.
Ranvijay was left speechless by this little boy, who, without hesitation or knowing anything about him, had embraced him with open arms and given him the place of a father. It was ironic—this innocent child had accepted him so wholeheartedly, while his own family had reservations about this alliance, all because of this very boy.
In that moment, Ranvijay Shekhawat, the man who had spent his life running from responsibilities, silently vowed to protect and cherish this little soul with everything he had.
Before he even became Sanyukta’s husband, he had become Avu’s father.
Sanyukta blinked back tears as she watched the tender moment between the two. Around her, the family also wiped away their unshed tears, moved by the scene.
Who says blood is what defines relationships? It's the bloody heart that accepts people ...that forms the connection...that nutures the relationship.
Aur aaj ek asse hi Dil ke Rishte ne 2 logo ko humesha ke liye jod diya..... Their heart declared each other as their own without any social or biological need of validation.
In that moment, Ranvijay and Avu had found each other, their hearts forever intertwined.
********* Baap-bete ka milan ho gaya ho toh ab samose pe bhi dhyan de thoda, Dadi quipped, breaking the emotional moment in her usual lighthearted style. Her joke earned a chuckle from everyone.
Anjali and Anushka were engrossed in chatting with Sanyukta, while Dadi seemed entirely focused on savoring the delicious samosas. Meanwhile, Ranveer was busy discussing something with Sudheer and Pankaj, but the newly formed father-son duo appeared to be in their own little world.
"Daddy!" Avu suddenly frowned, hearing Aarvi call Ranveer "Daddy." His little face scrunched in confusion, making Ranvijay chuckle.
"Daddy aur Papa same hote hain," Ranvijay explained with a soft smile, attempting to clear up his boy's confusion.
"Papa... aap mere Daddy bhi ho?" Avu asked, his wide, innocent eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Ranvijay laughed, amused by the sudden question. "Of course, champ. I’m your Daddy too."
Avu grinned, happy with the answer. "Main Daddy hi kahunga!" he declared proudly, his tone full of conviction.
Ranvijay couldn’t resist the little sunshine's adorable antics. "Theek hai, champ. Daddy it is," he said, ruffling Avu’s soft hair before placing a kiss on his cheek.
But Avu’s expression turned serious, his small brows knitting together. "Daddy, aap pehle kyun nahi aaye? Avu miss you," he said, his voice soft, carrying a slight pout.
Ranvijay felt a lump rise in his throat at the boy’s innocent honesty. "Daddy busy the, Avu ke liye toys, chocolates aur naye kapde lene mein," he explained, trying to lighten the moment. "Avu ko ye sab pasand hai na?"
Avu’s eyes widened in excitement. "Dadyyy mere liye laaye ho sab?" he asked impatiently, practically bouncing in Ranvijay’s lap.
Ranvijay nodded. "You want to see?" he asked teasingly.
The boy’s excitement was palpable as he squealed, "Yessss! Dikhaiye na, Daddy!" Avu’s energy caught everyone’s attention, and Sanyukta found herself smiling at her son’s carefree enthusiasm.
She was surprised, though. Avu was usually a shy boy who took time to warm up to people, yet here he was, sitting comfortably in Ranvijay’s lap as if they’d known each other forever.
Ranvijay stood up, holding Avu in his arms. "Main aur Avu abhi aate hain. Tum log baatein karte raho," he said casually, blinking at Sanyukta, whose silent nod didn’t go unnoticed by Anjali and Anushka.
As soon as he walked away, both of them pounced on Sanyukta, teasing her mercilessly, making her cheeks flush with red color.
Meanwhile, Ranvijay and Avu were busy exploring the surprises. Avu’s happiness knew no bounds when he saw the array of toys, clothes, snacks, and chocolates. The boy clung to Ranvijay, his little arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as he excitedly thanked his father in his tiny, cheerful voice.
With the help of Satyam and the driver, Ranvijay brought everything inside. The dining table was now overflowing with gifts. Sanyukta’s family was left astonished by the sheer number of items.
Both her bhabhis, Pooja and Nisha, exchanged surprised glances. They couldn’t believe the abundance—especially knowing how Avu, until now, had always played with their kids' hand-me-down toys and worn their old clothes.
Sanyukta, unable to hold back her thoughts, excused herself. "Ranvijay, zara idhar aaiye," she said firmly. He followed her up to the terrace garden, holding back a knowing smirk.
When they reached, she crossed her arms over her chest, her brows furrowing. "Yeh sab kya tha?" she asked, pointing toward the gifts downstairs.
Ranvijay raised a brow. "Bad manners. Pehle baithne ke liye kehna chahiye tha. But it’s okay—I’ll make myself comfortable," he quipped, settling onto the swing chair.
He gestured to the other chair. "You can sit too if you want," he added with a smirk.
Sanyukta sighed, taking the seat. "Ab batayenge aap?" she pressed, her tone demanding an explanation.
"Toys, books, chocolates, clothes… bache ke liye samaan laya hoon," he answered casually, his tone so nonchalant it made her groan.
"In sab ki kya zarurat thi, Ranvijay?" she asked, clearly frustrated.
Ranvijay leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "Toh kya lana tha? Seedha shaadi ka joda tumhare liye? Ab bache ke liye toh yeh sab laate hain." His cheeky tone made her shake her head in disbelief.
"Kabhi toh kisi cheez ko serious lijiye," she complained, exasperated.
His tone shifted slightly, carrying a quiet conviction. "Agar main serious nahi hota, Sanyukta ji, toh aaj yahan nahi hota."
His words momentarily silenced her, but she quickly recovered. "Konsi language mein samjhau main aapko? Mujhe acha nahi laga aap itna sab le aaye Avu ke liye," she said, voicing her concerns.
Ranvijay smirked. "Tumhare khelne ki cheezein nahi hain, toh tumhe pasand karne ki zarurat bhi nahi hai. Jiske liye laya hoon, woh already khush hai—and that’s enough for me."
"Ranvijay, samajhne ki koshish kariye. Sab kya soch rahe honge," she argued, worrying about people’s judgment.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sab kya soch rahe honge, yeh bhi main sochu? Itna extra time mere paas nahi hai. But Tumhari favourite hobby lagta hai yeh," he commented , making her groan again.
"You’re next to impossible," she muttered.
"I know," he said smoothly, leaning closer. "And you are next to get admitted into a mental asylum. Dimag mein faltu ka kachra bhar rakha hai." His teasing earned him a facepalm from her.
"Chhodiye yeh sab. Aapne kya bola apni family ko? Ki you love me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Haan, toh kya kehta? Yeh ki convenience ke liye kar raha hoon shaddi ? Woh toh khushi se naach uthte," he said sarcastically, his grin widening.
She buried her face in her hands, muttering under her breath. "Bhagwan, yeh aadmi kya khata hai? Kaise jhelungi isse? Yeh mujhe sach mein ek din mental asylum bhej kar hi manega."
Ranvijay laughed unabashedly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. " Tension mat lo. Tum jhelo mujhe, aur main tumhe. Perfect balance....isn't it ....he added with a wink .
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