On a rain-soaked night, she clutched her swollen belly through searing pain, running step by step out of the house that once felt like home. Behind her, the cold voice of her husband echoed in her head:
“Get rid of it. That baby is a burden. I need my freedom.”
Seven years later, she returned—not with one child, but two. And with her came a carefully orchestrated plan to make the man who betrayed her suffer.
New Delhi, Autumn 2018. The cold seeped in through the creaky doors of an old luxury villa in South Delhi. Inside, Aarushi sat quietly on the sofa, her hands resting over her belly, where two small lives grew stronger each day. She never imagined she would fear being pregnant—especially not because of her own husband.
Raghav, the man she once loved blindly, had changed. Now successful and influential, he had become cold, ambitious, and dishonest. Lately, he came home late—or not at all.
One night over dinner, he set down his glass of water and said sharply:
“Abort the baby. I don’t want it. I have a major opportunity coming up. I need freedom.”
Aarushi froze.
She knew exactly what “opportunity” meant—Meera, the daughter of a real estate tycoon in Gurugram, who was actively seeking a husband from a prestigious family. Raghav no longer tried to hide his ambitions.
“You’ve lost your mind, Raghav. That’s your child!” she screamed, tears welling in her eyes.
“So what? It’s in my way. If you keep it, that’s your burden.”
That night, Aarushi made her choice.
Silently, she packed a small suitcase, hid the ultrasound report showing twin boys, took a few sets of clothes, and vanished into the night.
She headed south—knowing no one, with no plan—only driven by her fierce desire to protect her unborn children.
Mumbai greeted her with scorching heat and unforgiving crowds. But in the chaos, she found a small room in Goregaon, run by a kind, older landlady who let her stay for free the first few months after learning her story.
Aarushi took any work she could find: selling clothes online, sourcing secondhand goods, cleaning restaurants. Despite her growing belly, she refused to stop.
On the day of delivery, she collapsed from pain. The landlady rushed her to the hospital, where she gave birth to healthy twin boys. She named them Arjun and Vivaan, wishing for them to grow up strong, smart, and nothing like the life she had left behind.
The following years were filled with both hardship and resilience.
By day, she raised her sons. By night, she studied. She enrolled in a beauty therapy program, learned the ins and outs of the spa industry, and slowly built up her knowledge.
After five years, she opened her first small spa in Andheri West. Her reputation grew.
