Shourya Will Be Mine Again...

Vedha woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, her mind still wrapped in the remnants of a deep, peaceful sleep.

Blinking away the haze, she turned to find Shourya sitting beside her, scrolling through his phone with a composed expression. Startled but pleasantly surprised, she smiled innocently, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue.

He glanced at her and smirked faintly. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said in his usual firm yet gentle tone. "It's Sunday."

Vedha sat up, her curiosity piqued. "And?" she asked softly.

He leaned back, his eyes calm but observant. "Get ready. We're going to the Radha Krishna temple today."

Her eyes lit up with excitement, her lips breaking into a delighted smile. "Really? I've always wanted to visit that temple!"

He nodded. "Then don't waste time. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Within an hour, they arrived at the temple, a grand structure adorned with intricate carvings of Radha and Krishna, their love immortalized in every corner.

The atmosphere was serene, filled with the soft chime of temple bells and the murmur of devotional chants. The air carried the soothing aroma of flowers and incense, wrapping them in a divine calm.

They removed their shoes and entered, their hands folded in prayer. Standing before the beautifully adorned idols of Radha and Krishna, Shourya glanced sideways at Vedha. Her eyes were closed, her face radiating pure devotion, a serene smile playing on her lips. For a moment, Shourya found himself captivated, his heart softening as he admired her innocence.

As they finished their prayers, a priest approached them with a welcoming smile. "Radha and Krishna's blessings are with you," he said. "If a couple prepares a Tulsi mala using leaves from Tulsi van of the temple and offers it to Lord Krishna, their bond will strengthen. It ensures unwavering love and harmony."

Vedha turned to Shourya, her eyes wide with hope. "Can we do it?" she asked eagerly.

He nodded without hesitation. "Let's do it," he said simply, his tone warm and reassuring.

The priest guided them to the Tulsi Van, where they sat under a canopy of fragrant leaves. Vedha carefully picked fresh Tulsi leaves, her delicate fingers trembling with excitement. Shourya sat beside her, silently watching her with a newfound admiration as she strung the leaves together into a garland.

When she finished, they returned to the main sanctum and placed the garland on the idol of Krishna together. The priest blessed them, offering a silent prayer for their union.

As they stepped out of the temple, Vedha noticed an elderly woman struggling to carry a basket of flowers to the nearby shrine. Without a second thought, she approached the woman with a kind smile and offered to help.

The woman hesitated, but Vedha's sincerity melted her reluctance. "May Lord Krishna bless you, child," she said gratefully as Vedha carried the basket to the shrine.

Shourya stood a few steps away, his arms folded, watching her with a mixture of pride and tenderness. When she returned, he spoke quietly, his voice carrying a rare warmth. "You have a good heart, Vedha."

Her cheeks flushed at his unexpected praise, and she stammered, "It was nothing... anyone would've done it."

"No," he replied, his gaze steady. "Not everyone would. But you did."

As they made their way back to the car, Vedha couldn't help but smile to herself. Shourya's subtle gestures of care and the way he noticed the little things made her heart feel light and content.

Meanwhile, Shourya, though silent, found himself drawn closer to her with every passing moment.

The grand hall of the Malhotra mansion gleamed under the soft glow of its golden chandeliers, but the air was heavy with tension. Meera stood near the center, her posture composed, but her eyes betrayed the storm brewing within her. Beside her, Aryan lounged casually against the edge of a nearby table, his demeanor calm, but a dangerous glint sparked in his gaze.

They had been locked in conversation for several minutes, their tones low and calculated.

Meera tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a sharp smile as she broke the silence. "So, Aryan… I want Shourya back. And you? You want Vedha, don't you?"

Aryan's expression darkened, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a sly grin. "We're sailing in the same boat, Meera. I've wanted Vedha since the moment I laid eyes on her. That fool doesn't deserve her."

Meera's eyes gleamed with a mix of cunning and resentment. "Exactly. Shourya is mine. He always has been. And yet, he dared to choose her over me."

Her voice dripped with venom, her nails digging into the fabric of the chair beside her. "But we can change that, Aryan. We can both have what we want—if we work together."

Aryan straightened, his sharp features illuminated by the light above. His wicked grin widened as he spoke, his voice low and cold. "Help me separate Vedha from Shourya, and I'll make sure Shourya runs back to you. Let's dismantle their little fairytale."

Meera stepped closer, her eyes locking with his, mirroring his intensity. "And in return, I'll ensure Vedha is out of Shourya's life for good, leaving her right where you want her. Do we have a deal?"

Aryan's eyes sparkled with wicked intent. He extended his hand toward Meera, his smirk growing more menacing by the second. "Deal," he said, his voice smooth but laden with malice.

Meera grasped his hand firmly, her grip a perfect reflection of her steely resolve. "Good. Now we're a team. But remember, Aryan, I don't tolerate failure."

"Neither do I," Aryan replied, his tone laced with warning. He stepped back, his gaze lingering on Meera for a moment, as if calculating whether she was as ruthless as she seemed.

"Shourya will be mine again," Meera muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing. "And Vedha… she'll wish she never stepped into my world."

Aryan chuckled darkly, his voice echoing through the hall. "Let the games begin."