Author's Note:
Emotions? ✔️
Tears? ✔️
Heartbreaks? ✔️
But now... hold your breath, because the storm of feelings is about to meet a flirt with fire.
Tears were just the trailer…
Ab asli film tab chalegi jab Tara confuse hogi,
aur Vikram… deliberately flirt karega. 😏🔥
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Morning – 9 AM | Farmhouse
Young Vikram was running in the garden, chasing after his mother. Both were laughing, lost in a moment of joy. But suddenly, she disappeared. Confused and scared, little Vikram began searching.
"Mummy? Where are you? Mummy!!"
The dream broke. Vikram inhaled sharply and opened his eyes.
"That dream again…" he whispered.
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Suryavanshi Mansion
Tara was still asleep. Her health had worsened. Cold and cough had taken over.
Dadi, concerned, sent a staff member to check on her. A soft knock echoed through the door.
Tara opened it slowly, voice heavy with congestion. "Please tell Dadi I'll come down in a while… I think I've caught a cold."
The staff informed Dadi, who immediately had soup and medicine sent to Tara's room.
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Farmhouse
Vikram stood by the yellow rose bushes, coffee in hand. He reached out to touch a blooming flower, and suddenly—
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Flashback
Young Vikram and his mother were in this very garden.
"Mummy, why do you only grow yellow roses? There are other colors too!"
His mother had smiled, brushing her hand over the petals. "Yellow is the color of happiness. And roses bring smiles. The two together bring hope."
"Look around, Vikram. There are other flowers too. I just… prefer the yellow ones."
Vikram had plucked a yellow rose and tucked it into her braid.
"Papa hasn't put flowers in your hair lately. So I thought I should."
His mother kissed his cheek lovingly. "You're right. Papa has been too busy lately."
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"Sir? Sir?"
Vikram was pulled back to the present by the watchman's voice. In his distraction, a thorn had pierced his finger. Blood dripped slowly.
"Dadi has been trying to call you, sir."
Vikram took the phone. "Yes, Dadi?"
"Why did you go to the farmhouse on the first day of the year? Come home."
Vikram exhaled. "I'll be back, Dadi."
"And Tara..."
He cut the call.
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Suryavanshi Mansion
Tara, now awake, stared at her reflection. Her voice trembled in her mind.
"It's your fault, Tara. You trusted a man who married you just to punish you. He said it on the very first night.You should've understood. But you did this for your father. And to save him, you'll do anything."
She changed her clothes, drank her soup, took her medicine, and went downstairs.
Dadi noticed the shift in her mood but pretended not to.
"Tara beta, Happy New Year. I heard you're feeling unwell."
Tara gave a faint smile. "Happy New Year, Dadi.
It's just a cold and cough, I'm a little better now."
Where is Dada ji?
Dada ji entered. "Happy New Year, beta. May this year bring happiness to your and Vikram's life." His voice held hope.
"Happy New Year, Dada ji," Tara replied softly.
"Let's make your favorite meal today," Dadi offered warmly.
"Why, Dadi?"
"Because it's your first New Year in this house as a Suryavanshi daughter-in-law. We have high hopes from you."
Tara gave a faint smile.
Trying to lighten the mood, Dadi continued, "You looked beautiful yesterday, Tara. Reminded me of my younger days. You wouldn't believe it, but I was just as stunning."
Dada ji chuckled.
"Dadi, even now you look beautiful," Tara replied.
"You're being sweet now, but wait until you see my old photos," Dadi grinned.
"Where are they?"
"In the second storeroom, bottom shelf, right side. You'll find them in a box."
Tara went to fetch them. As she pulled out one photo album, another caught her eye. She opened it curiously.
"Who is this child? Looks just like... that monster. So this is his mother... and that must be his father. He looks so happy. Not like the person he is now."
She returned to the living room with both albums.
"Tara, you brought Vikram's childhood album too! Come, let me show you how cute he used to be," Dadi said.
Dadi pointed, "This was when he was just born. See how angry he looked!"
Tara thought to herself, Not much has changed.
"Look, that's his mother," Dadi continued.
Tara looked at the photo. "She was so beautiful, Dadi."
Then she stopped at a picture—Vikram and his mother, laughing.
"Dadi, this one..."
Suddenly, the album was yanked from her hands.
"How dare you touch this album!" Vikram roared. His voice echoed through the mansion. Tara's eyes welled up. Staff gathered in the hall, startled.
"Vikram!" Dadi scolded. "That is no way to speak to her!"
"Dadi, please stay out of this. And you," he turned to Tara, his voice sharp, "Learn to stay within your limits."
"Limits?" Dada ji interjected. "You think she needs to be taught her place? This is her house too!"
"I don't need anyone's advice," Vikram snapped. Looking Tara straight in the eye, he said coldly, "In this house, everyone should know their worth."
Tears streamed down Tara's face. She ran upstairs and locked her door.
Downstairs, Dada ji looked furious. "Vikram, control your temper!"
"You shouldn't have done this to her on the first day of the year," Dadi said, deeply disappointed.
"I know what I'm doing," Vikram muttered and walked out of the house.
Hours passed. Dadi kept knocking, staff tried too. Tara didn't open the door.
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4 PM
Vikram returned.
"She hasn't eaten anything since morning. And she was already unwell," Dadi informed him.
"I'll handle it," Vikram said.
He went to her door. "Tara, open the door. I'm asking calmly. Please open it."
No response.
"Don't force me to do something you'll regret forever!" he warned. "Open the damn door, Tara!"
Still locked.
"Alright then. As per our contract, if you don't listen to me—I can immediately stop your father's treatment funds."
The door creaked open. Tara walked back to the bed in silence.
Vikram locked the door. "You'll act normal in front of everyone. As if everything is fine between us."
As he turned to leave.
Tara :"Living with you feels suffocating. I'd rather die than stay in this marriage."
He froze.
"What did you say?" he asked.
Tara :"You heard me."
Vikram :"I feel the same," he snapped. "I don't want to share a room—or a bed—with you. I never did."
"Then why do you?" Tara challenged.
"Because of Dadi and Dada ji. That's the only reason. It's not like someone of your status deserves to be here anyway."
He turned to leave.
"Mr. Vikram Suryavanshi," she said firmly. "Maybe I don't match your status. But I do know your thinking is far below it. And that's why... I hate you.and I truly hate you."
Each word hit him like a bullet. He walked out without looking back, eyes filled with tears.
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That Night – 1 AM
There was a knock. Tara opened the door to find the driver and a staff member holding a heavily drunk Vikram.
"He's had too much, madam."
They helped him to the bed and left. Tara watched him—deep in sleep. Then returned to the sheet she had laid out on the floor.
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Next Morning – 8 AM
Vikram woke up with a pounding headache. His eyes landed on Tara—she was lying on the floor, her blanket tossed aside. She looked unwell.
He rushed to her. The moment he touched her, he realized her body was burning with fever. She was unconscious.
"Tara!"
Panic surged through him as he lifted her in his arms and rushed out of the room.