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Today's chapter was… intense. I know. I felt every word as I wrote it, and I can only imagine how it must've felt reading it. The emotions are raw, the tension is high, and our characters are finally starting to crack beneath the weight of everything they've been hiding.
This story isn't just about love—it's about pain, secrets, healing, and the complicated dance between power and vulnerability. And today, we took a bold step into that chaos.
Thank you so much for staying with Mine Yes! through every twist, every silence, every storm. Your support keeps me writing even when the emotions feel too much to handle. 🥺💔
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The morning sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the Singhaniya mansion, where Holi celebrations were in full swing. The fragrance of gulaal, marigolds, and fresh gujiyas mixed with the spring air, carrying the sounds of laughter and joy through the grand garden, now transformed into a spectacle of colors.
The garden had been adorned with bright Holi decorations— strings of multicolored paper flags, flower garlands draped elegantly around the pillars, and golden earthen pots filled with colored powders. Large tables held trays of sweets, traditional Holi drinks, and pitchers of thandai, chilled to perfection. The air carried a vibrant chaos, where every face bore streaks of colors, and laughter echoed in every corner.
Yet, in this madness of celebration, Aarav had disappeared.
Ria, still clutching a small bowl of red gulaal, frowned as she searched through the crowd. The rhythmic beats of dhol played in the background as people smeared colors on each other, but her focus remained on one thing—her missing twin.
Standing beside her, Janvi tilted her head in confusion. "Who exactly are you looking for?" she asked, her brows furrowed.
"My twin, of course," Ria sighed, the tension evident in her voice. "I swear, I just saw him here a minute ago, and now he's vanished like a ghost."
Janvi chuckled at her dramatic tone, but before she could respond, Ria grabbed her wrist, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "But forget him for now, we have a plan to execute."
Janvi raised a curious brow. "A plan?"
Ria smirked, lowering her voice. "Yes, for him."
Janvi blinked. "Him? Who is 'him'?"
Before Ria could answer, her eyes landed on Aarav, who had suddenly reappeared, walking toward them with two glasses of lassi in his hands.
"Aarav!" Ria called out, waving dramatically.
Aarav, dressed in a white kurta now smeared with multiple colors, stopped right in front of them, offering a lazy smile. "Twin, you see me now? I've been here the whole time," he teased.
Janvi folded her arms, eyeing him suspiciously. "Where exactly did you disappear to?"
Aarav shrugged nonchalantly. "I had an important mission—getting lassi before Ria hogged them all."
Ria ignored his jab and leaned closer. "Forget the lassi, twin. We have a special task today."
Aarav sipped his drink and smirked knowingly. "Ah, for him, right?"
Janvi narrowed her eyes. "Can someone finally tell me who 'him' is?"
Aarav exchanged glances with Ria before turning to Janvi with a mischievous grin. "Ravi."
Janvi's eyes widened in realization. "Ohhh… that him," she murmured, her lips curving in amusement.
Ria clapped her hands together, excitement flashing in her gaze. "Yes, and we need to make today unforgettable for him."
Aarav pulled out a small bottle of green pastilles, shaking them lightly. The sound of the tiny tablets clinking together made Ria's eyes gleam.
Janvi gasped, her dramatic side taking over. "Bhang?!" she whispered in horror.
"Shh!" Ria hushed her, eyes darting around to ensure no one was eavesdropping.
Aarav chuckled at Janvi's reaction. "Relax, it's just a little fun."
Janvi gave him a wary look. "And how do you plan on making Ravi drink this?"
Both Ria and Aarav turned to each other before looking at Janvi in perfect sync.
"You," they said together.
Janvi's jaw dropped. "Me?! Oh, hell no."
Ria pouted dramatically. "Come on, Janu, you have to help us. Aarav can't do it because Ravi will suspect him immediately."
"And what about you?" Janvi shot back.
"I'm too obvious! He'll see right through me," Ria groaned. "But you—you're new, he won't think twice if you offer him a drink."
Janvi crossed her arms. "So, you want me to be the sacrificial lamb in your mischief?"
Aarav leaned against a wooden pillar, sipping his lassi with a smirk. "You're catching on fast, Mrs. Sharma."
Janvi huffed, looking between the twins. "Fine. But if I get caught—"
"We'll save you," Ria interjected before Janvi could finish.
"Yeah, sure," Janvi muttered. "Now, give me that damn lassi."
Aarav handed her the spiked drink, his smirk deepening. "Good luck."
Janvi took a deep breath and walked toward Ravi, who stood near the fountain, speaking to a few guests. His dark green kurta was still free of Holi colors, which meant he had been avoiding direct participation.
She put on her best smile and approached him confidently. "Ravi, you haven't had a drink yet?"
Ravi turned, his brows slightly raised. "Oh, I—"
"Here," Janvi extended the glass. "It's lassi, perfect for Holi. You can't say no to it."
Ravi hesitated for a moment before finally taking the glass. "I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt."
Janvi internally smirked. Bingo.
She watched in amusement as Ravi tilted his head back, drinking it in one go.
Meanwhile, across the garden, Ria and Aarav stood watching, barely containing their laughter.
"Ten minutes," Aarav whispered. "And the real Holi will begin."
Ria giggled. "I can't wait."
As they waited, the celebration around them continued in full swing. The vibrant energy of Holi mixed with the quiet anticipation of their prank, setting the stage for a memorable festival.
And soon, the real drama would unfold.
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The sun shimmered softly in the clear morning sky, casting a golden warmth across the sprawling Singhaniya garden. It was barely past eleven, but the Holi festivities had already turned the estate into a palette of colors. Every breeze carried the mingled scents of rosewater, kesar, and gulaal — and something deeper, heavier. Like a secret waiting to explode.
Near the far end of the garden, away from the laughter and chaos, a corner remained quieter, more intimate. The drapes of marigold fluttered lazily while flower petals fell like confetti from the sky.
And there stood Ria Singhaniya, dressed in a pristine white kurta that had already taken hints of pink and orange from the morning's games. But the color on her cheeks had nothing to do with the gulaal.
In her hand was a tall glass of lassi, laced gently with bhaang — the mischievous idea of her ever-so-chaotic twin, Aarav.
Her hands trembled slightly, her pulse racing like the dhols in the background. "Kya main sach mein yeh kar rahi hoon?" she whispered to herself. ["Am I really doing this?"]
Ravi, poised as ever, was standing under the shade of a gulmohar tree, looking detached from the celebration. The color of Holi hadn't touched him yet — not his white shirt, not his guarded eyes. As if he didn't belong in the chaos around him. As if he were waiting for something. Or someone.
Ria stepped toward him, every stride a debate between heart and mind.
When she finally stood before him, she forced her best smile. Her voice quivered, but she disguised it with playful charm.
"Mr. Ravi Kapoor," she began, offering the glass. "Aapke liye kuch thandaa." ["Something cool for you."]
Ravi turned, raising an eyebrow. "Ms. Singhaniya? You're offering me… lassi?"
She chuckled, nerves cracking through her voice. "Haan, matlab... socha aapko kuch thandaa chahiye. Aap kaafi busy dikh rahe ho... mujhse door bhaagne mein."["Yeah, thought you might need something cold. You seemed pretty busy… avoiding me."]
Ravi's eyes narrowed, amused. "Avoid nahi kar raha tha, bas zindagi se thoda nipat raha tha."["I wasn't avoiding you. Just… dealing with life."]
Without further words, he accepted the glass and downed it in one gulp. The cool drink, sweet and slightly earthy, slid down his throat as effortlessly as his gaze slid over her expression — the guilt, the hesitation, the flicker of something deeper.
Ria's smile faltered. Her eyes flicked toward Janvi and Aarav, who were watching from a distance.
At a Distance – Poolside
Janvi tilted her head. "Ria doesn't look okay. Should we go check on her?"["Ria theek nahi lag rahi... chalein dekhne?"]
Aarav, arms crossed, caught her wrist gently, stopping her.
"Unhe time do," he whispered, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "Yeh sab Ria ka hi plan hai. Usko chahiye ki Ravi thoda halka ho jaye."["Let them be. This is all Ria's plan. She wants Ravi to loosen up."]
Janvi narrowed her eyes. "Bhaang pila ke? Yeh idea bhi tumhara hoga."["With bhaang? That idea must've been yours."]
Aarav leaned in closer, his touch barely brushing her wrist again. Her breath hitched.
"Sabr rakho, Sharma ji. Rang mein rang jaane do."["Be patient, Ms. Sharma. Let the colors do their work."]
As he led her toward the pool, Janvi couldn't help but glance back at Ria and Ravi. "Guys!! Aise toh na karo mere saath!" (Ria murmurs to herself in very low voice.)["Guys!! Don't do this to me!"]
She muttered to herself, "Main toh gayi aaj..."["I'm doomed today..."]
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Back to Ria and Ravi…
Ravi wiped his lips, blinking slowly. The effect wasn't instant, but the bhaang was beginning to crawl its way through his senses.
"You okay?" Ria asked nervously, stepping in front of him as he tried to walk away.
"Yeah… why wouldn't I be?" he said, a slight slur creeping into his tone.
She forced a smile. "Nothing happened, right? Sab normal hai?"["Everything's normal, right?"]
He smirked. "You're acting weird, Ria. Should I leave before you start scolding me again?"
"Scold? Main kab se daantne lagi aapko?"["Scold? Since when did I start scolding you?"]
He chuckled. "Hamesha. You flare up like a volcano."
"I'm not angry," she said softly, and without thinking, her hand reached out and touched his wrist.
Their skin met — just a whisper of a touch, but electric.
Ravi's brows rose, surprised.
Ria immediately pulled her hand back. "I'm sorry…"
He stared at her, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Sorry? Tum? Ria Singhaniya aur sorry? Iss din ko toh likhwa lo kahin."["You? Ria Singhaniya? Saying sorry? This day should be written down somewhere."]
She rolled her eyes, half annoyed, half shy. "Bas karo. Let's play Holi."
She reached for a tray and picked up some crimson gulaal, holding it out.
Ravi hesitated.
"You want to play Holi with me?" he asked quietly, his voice suddenly soft.
"Haan… jaise sab kar rahe hain."["Yes… like everyone else is doing."]
He stepped forward, the space between them now almost nonexistent.
"Holi toh sabke saath kheli jaati hai... par kisi ke rang mein rang jaana... woh baat alag hai, Ria."["Holi is played with everyone… but to be colored in someone's shade… that's something else."]
He dipped his fingers into the red color, then slowly reached toward her cheek. His touch was warm, careful… almost reverent.
"Happy Holi, Ria."
Her breath hitched. Her cheeks weren't just blushing from the color — they burned from emotion.
She swallowed, then laughed softly, grabbing a fistful of pink powder and throwing it at him with a dramatic flair.
"Happy Holi, Mr. Assistant."
For a second, time froze. The air shimmered. The garden faded behind them.
And then — Ravi laughed.
A genuine, full-hearted, free laugh. Not forced, not guarded. Real.
Ria blinked. "Wait… did you just laugh?"
He nodded. "I did. First time in weeks."
Near the pool, Aarav nudged Janvi with his elbow.
"Told you… this was the only way."
Janvi smiled, her gaze still fixed on the unlikely pair now colored in red and pink.
"Maybe," she whispered, "this was all meant to be."
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Anaya stood frozen, every inch of her tingling with awareness, her fingers trembling slightly as Rudra's thumb lingered at the corner of her lips. His touch was featherlight, but it burned deeper than fire. The crimson powder on her face seemed to spread like wildfire — not on her skin, but in her veins.
The silence between them was thick, pulsing. His gaze, fixed on her mouth for a second too long, shifted up to meet her eyes.
"Ab toh rang lag gaya," he murmured, his voice like a caress, "aur main haar gaya."[Now the color is on you… and I've lost.]
Her brows furrowed slightly. "Kya?" she whispered.
Rudra's fingers dropped from her cheek, but his hold on her waist remained. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped around her, his fingers brushing along her arm as he moved to face the large photograph she'd seen earlier — the one that had shaken her to the core.
She followed his gaze, her breath unsteady.
"Yeh tasveer…" she whispered. "Yeh… main hoon, hai na?"[This picture… that's me, right?]
He was quiet for a beat, and then his jaw flexed — a subtle sign of something he rarely let the world see.
Pain.
Possession.
"Tum ho," he said finally, his voice low. "Tum… bahut pehle se ho."[It's you. You've been there… for a long time.]
She blinked, confused. "Yeh tasveer… kaha se—"
He cut her off, turning back to face her, his eyes darker than the room around them.
"Jab main pehli baar tumse mila tha… uss raat hospital ke corridor mein… tum ro rahi thi," he said, voice coated with memory. "Aur mujhe laga… main phir se kuch kho dunga."[When I saw you for the first time… that night in the hospital corridor… you were crying. And I felt… like I was about to lose something again.]
Anaya's throat closed up. "Rudra…"
He stepped closer, his presence once again overwhelming hers, shadows flickering in his eyes.
"I got this photo from someone I no longer trust. Lekin isme jo ladki thi… usse main bhool nahi paya. Saal beet gaye, par woh masoomiyat… woh aankhen…"[I got this photo from someone I no longer trust. But the girl in it… I couldn't forget her. Years passed, but those eyes… that innocence…]
Anaya's heart raced. "Toh tum… mujhe jaante the?"[So you… knew me?]
Rudra's hand rose, cupping her cheek gently, thumb brushing away a fleck of color.
"I didn't know who you were," he confessed. "Par main tumhe dhoondh raha tha… bas yeh nahi jaanta tha ki main tumse ek din shaadi kar loonga."[But I was looking for you… just didn't know I'd end up marrying you.]
Her breath caught, the emotional weight of his words crashing into her like a wave.
He had known. He had searched. And yet, he had hidden it all.
"Tumne kabhi bataya kyun nahi?"[Why didn't you ever tell me?]
His eyes softened, but his jaw remained tense. "Main tumse sach kehne se darta tha."[I was afraid to tell you the truth.]
"Darte kyun the?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Rudra stepped even closer, the space between them dissolving completely.
"Kyuki jo sach hai, woh tumhari zindagi palat sakta hai."[Because the truth… can turn your life upside down.]
Her eyes widened.
He leaned in, their foreheads almost touching now, their breaths entwining in the small, secret room.
"Main tumse door rehna chahta tha, Anaya. Par tumse door rehna mere liye maut ke barabar tha."[I wanted to stay away from you. But being away from you… felt like death.]
Tears welled up in her eyes — not from pain, but from the unbearable tenderness of his confession. Her hands reached up instinctively, fingers clutching his kurta as if to anchor herself.
For a moment, Rudra let her hold him like that. His arms slowly wrapped around her — not forceful, not demanding — but protective, like he was afraid she might vanish if he didn't.
"I know I don't deserve you," he murmured into her hair. "Lekin main tumse door nahi jaa sakta, Velvet. Chahe duniya jale."
She pulled back slightly, her hands still on his chest, her eyes searching his. "Aur tumne mujhe sirf issliye shaadi ke liye kaha? Because of this past?"
Rudra's expression darkened, his hand cupping her chin gently.
"Nahi," he said firmly. "Maine tumse shaadi ki kyunki main tumhe chhod nahi sakta tha. Tum par sirf haq nahi chahta tha, main tumse pyaar karta hoon, Anaya."
That word — pyaar— fell from his lips like a storm, shattering every last bit of resolve in her.
And in that moment, the girl who had always felt alone… was no longer alone.
Their foreheads met.
And the world fell away.