Where was Anvi after all this?
That question lingered—
Was she still with Ved, or had she already disappeared from his life?
The answer was simple.
No.
After losing his child and Kashvi, Ved poured all his rage onto Anvi. He blamed her for everything—every loss, every broken piece of his life. In his fury, he destroyed what remained of their relationship, severing all ties with her forever.
By the time reality hit him, Anvi was already gone. Far away. Erased.
And that room…
That house…
It was no longer a home.
It was just a graveyard of Kashvi's memories.
A few days later, the court hearing took place.
Kashvi and Ved stood face to face—silent strangers bound by a past too heavy to carry.
Ved's grandfather stood by his side.
Krish stood beside Kashvi.
The judge looked at them calmly.
"Do both parties agree to this divorce?"
Both answered without hesitation.
"Yes."
That single word echoed like a final verdict.
Krish's happiness doubled.
Kashvi was free now. Single.
Maybe… now she would finally be his.
Outside the courtroom, Kashvi walked out holding Kriday's hand, with Krish beside her.
Just then, Ved's grandfather approached.
The moment his eyes fell on Kriday, he froze.
The resemblance was undeniable.
"This child…" he whispered, stunned.
"He looks exactly like Ved when he was young."
His hopeful gaze turned to Kashvi.
"Kashvi beta… this is Ved's child, isn't it?"
Kashvi didn't flinch.
"No, Dada ji," she replied firmly.
"He is Krish's son. And now that my divorce from Ved is complete, I'm going back to London… to marry Krish."
Marriage.
Kashvi had never mentioned that word in front of Krish before.
But hearing it now, Krish's heart raced.
He believed—mistakenly—that Kashvi had finally fallen in love with him.
He didn't know the truth.
That those words were only meant to sever all ties with Ved and his family forever.
But Ved's grandfather wasn't convinced.
His instincts screamed otherwise.
Pretending affection, he gently caressed Kriday's head—and discreetly plucked a few strands of his hair.
After Kashvi, Krish, and Kriday left, he turned to Gaurav.
"Take this," he said quietly. "Get a DNA test done. I am certain… Kriday is Ved's son."
Gaurav nodded and left.
Meanwhile, Kashvi returned home with Krish and Kriday—surrounded by ten to twelve luxury cars.
The entire neighborhood buzzed with whispers.
"Some very rich people have come…"
Hearing the commotion, Kashvi's parents stepped outside.
The car door opened.
Kashvi stepped out.
Her parents were stunned by her appearance—her confidence, her aura, her silence.
Her mother rushed toward her.
"What is this drama?" she snapped.
"Your sister's wedding is going on. Come inside."
That's when Kriday and Krish stepped out of the car.
Kashvi smiled—cold, sharp, fearless.
"You won't meet your grandson, mummy?" she asked sarcastically.
Her parents froze.
Shock turned into disbelief.
But the moment their eyes fell on Krish, rage replaced shock.
"Oh, now I understand," her mother screamed.
"So you're showing off on Krish's money? Shameless girl! You just got divorced and already had a child with another man!"
Her voice echoed through the street.
She raised her hand—
But Kashvi caught it mid-air.
Her grip was firm. Unyielding.
Eyes blazing, voice steady, she said—
"Enough."
The silence that followed was heavier than any slap.
And this time…
Kashvi wasn't the girl who would bow her head.
She was done being silent.