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Lyrics which is gonna be giving vibe of this scene

Dhadkan tak tainu rasta diya, sajna

Tu taan saare dil 'te hi kabza karke beh gaya

Ab na Heer kade dil da yaqeen kar paayegi

Tu taan ishq hi thug baitha, sajna

Jaa, Raanjhan, Raanjhan, Raanjhan

Tu bhi kya yaad rakhega

Jaa, Heer ne tainu chhod diya

Jaa, Raanjhan, Raanjhan, Raanjhan

Tu bhi kya yaad rakhega

Jaa, Heer ne tainu chhod diya

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Shashi's Pov

Life had been kind until now. Everything felt... okay. Peaceful, almost.

It’s been two weeks since we returned from Japan. Normally, I never found goodbyes to be difficult — they were just words. But this time... when I had to say goodbye to my little cutie, Shashwat, my eyes welled up. The tears didn’t fall, but they stung.

And then, the next morning, I learned that Aadarsh and the rest were returning to Rajasthan.

I didn’t want them to leave. I really didn’t. But I couldn’t stop them either. And soon after, they were back in Rajasthan too.

There’s sadness, yes. But life gives you little joys too.

It’s become a habit now — I call Shashwat every day. Seeing his tiny face first thing in the morning... it's like an ointment on old scars.

Everything was good. Life was soft, sweet... until I started thinking about him.

Aakash.

My contract husband. The man I’m unintentionally falling for.

In these five months of marriage — or, well, this contract — I never truly saw the darkness in his eyes. There was always a softness... that seems to be fading now.

Something’s changed — in the way he looks at me, in the way he talks.

We once fell asleep on each other’s shoulders while talking.

And now? Not even a word.

But it’s okay, Shashi. You’re his contract wife, not his love.

Still, I’m a friend, right? He can at least talk to a friend...

Maybe he’s stressed. Work. Family. Expectations.

But why is he ignoring me?

Why won’t he even approach me?

Ugh! This constant war between my heart and my stupid fucking brain!

Shashi, calm down. Breathe.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

When I was stressed, when I was drowning... he saved me. He pulled me out — as a friend. So now... it’s my turn.

Okay then. It’s decided. Tonight, I’ll make him feel better.

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I was at the hospital when I decided. After work, I drove straight to the mall. Bought fairy lights, fresh flowers, chocolates, cookies, a yellow bouquet — his favorite. The setup had to be perfect.

Then I stopped by the wine shop. Because let’s be honest — alcohol works when you're stressed.

As I drove toward the Rajput mansion, I smiled. I didn’t know why. I just... did.

When I reached, I told the servants to carry the bags to our room. I freshened up quickly. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. We’ll eat together, I told myself.

I decorated the balcony. Hung the fairy lights, set up the cushions and canopy. Arranged the chocolates, snacks, and drinks in a tray.

Then I changed into my favorite pajama set and waited.

One hour passed.

I went downstairs and a servant told me that Maa, Bhai, Bhabhi, and Aarav were stuck at some wedding party.

Another hour passed.

He still didn’t come.

But I waited. I waited for dinner. I looked at the flowers I bought, smiled sadly. Maybe these would ease his mind.

Just then, a message popped up on my phone. It was Saksham.

“The award function is the day after tomorrow. Pack your things, Shashi. We leave for Delhi.”

Yes! I'm getting an award — the youngest to receive the Medico Excellence Award.

Dr. Shashi Rajput, the youngest in history.

A smile crept across my lips. See, world? I’m not a failure after all.

But the moment froze — footsteps in the corridor. Heavy, familiar. A pause. Then a turn.

I stood up. Still in the balcony, waiting.

And he entered.

I smelled the faint hint of smoke on him. Ignored it.

“Aakash,” I called softly.

He turned.

His eyes met mine. But they weren’t his usual eyes — not the quiet, unreadable ones. These were filled with something else. Rage. Wild and raw.

He walked to the balcony slowly, deliberately. His eyes flicked over the mattress, the setup, the fairy lights. Then the bouquet on the table.

He smirked.

His voice — when it came — was cruel.

He picked up the flowers and sniffed them.

My heart thudded.

Then — thud.

He threw the bouquet to the ground. It landed near my foot like shattered trust.

"Wow," he scoffed. That dangerous smile on his lips. "Is this for your lover, Miss Shashi?"

My breath caught. He never calls me by my first name.

"And if it's for me..." he raised an eyebrow, "...then why does it matter to you what I feel?"

He laughed, bitter and mocking.

"Choice

-it was always a choice, right? One you’d ignore, like always."

He stepped closer. Voice rising.

"WHO the hell asked you to do this?"

"It’s a contract, isn’t it? Just a damn contract!"

His voice thundered now, eyes burning.

I stood quietly, rage building in my chest like a storm. Before his next word could escape his lips, I reached for the vase beside me and — SLAM — shattered it against the railing.

Pieces flew.

He stared.

I picked up half of the broken vase and looked him dead in the eye.

"If I’m quiet, it doesn’t mean you can raise your voice at me," I said, each word sharp. "And just so you know . aaj tak maine apne baap ko bhi awaaz nahi uthane di mujhpe , toh tum jaise kisi ke paas toh haq bhi nahi banta.

You dont even stand in properties

(I’ve never let my father raise his voice at me — someone like you doesn’t even deserve that right.)"

"You don’t even make it to my priorities."

I stepped forward, broken vase still in hand, the sharp edge gleaming.

"I’m not someone you own, Mr. Bastard. Go scream at your girlfriend. Or your ex. Or whoever the hell listens to this bullshit."

And then — I threw the piece of the vase.

Did it hit him?

I didn’t care.

I grabbed the keys from the table and walked out. Kicked the door open. Wished it was his face, not the damn wood.

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this scene gives me the vibe of song ranjhan from do patti

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