On a rainy night, she clutched her swollen belly with a sharp pain, running step by step out of the house she once felt was her home. Behind her, her husband’s cold voice echoed in her head:
Get rid of him. That baby is a burden. I need my freedom.
Seven years later, she returned, not with one child, but with two. And with her came a carefully orchestrated plan to make the man who betrayed her suffer.
New Delhi , autumn 2018. The cold seeped through the creaking doors of an old luxury villa in South Delhi . Inside, Aarushi sat quietly on the sofa, her hands resting on her belly, where two tiny lives were growing stronger each day. She never imagined she would fear being pregnant, least of all 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 was coming home late, or not at all.
One night, during dinner, he put down his glass of water and said abruptly:
Abort the baby. I don’t want it. I have a great opportunity ahead of me. I need freedom.
Aarushi froze.
She knew exactly what “opportunity” meant: Meera , the daughter of a Gurugram real estate tycoon, was actively seeking a husband from a prestigious family. Raghav no longer tried to hide her ambitions.
“You’ve gone mad, Raghav! He’s your son!” she shouted, with tears in her eyes.
So what? It’s in my way. If you keep it, it’ll be your responsibility.
That night, Aarushi made his decision.
Silently, she packed a small suitcase, hid the ultrasound report showing the twins, took some changes of clothes, and disappeared into the night.
She headed south, knowing no one, without any plan, driven only by her fierce desire to protect her unborn children.
Mumbai greeted her with scorching heat and relentless crowds. But amidst the chaos, she found a small room in Goregaon , run by a kind elderly landlady who let her stay for free for the first few months after hearing her story.
Aarushi accepted any job she could find: she sold clothes online, hunted for secondhand goods, and cleaned restaurants. Despite her growing belly, she refused to stop.
On the day of her delivery, she collapsed in pain. The landlady rushed her to the hospital, where she gave birth to healthy twins. She named them Arjun and Vivaan , hoping they would grow up strong and intelligent and that their lives would be nothing like the one she had left behind.
The following years were full of difficulties and resilience.
By day, she raised her children. By night, she studied. She enrolled in a beauty program, learned the ins and outs of the spa industry, and gradually acquired knowledge.
After five years, he opened his first small spa in Andheri West . His reputation grew.
His children, curious and intelligent, often asked:
“Mom, who is our father?”
She just smiled gently:
He’s far away now. He and I loved each other very much. But now… it’s just you and me left.
When the twins turned seven, on a rainy morning that reminded her of the night she ran away, Aarushi stood in front of the mirror. Gone was the fragile, broken woman. In her place was a mother with a piercing gaze, a confident smile, and unwavering grace.
She opened her phone, searched for flights to New Delhi, and whispered:
“It’s time.”
Indira Gandhi International Airport , October morning. The air was fresh.
Aarushi left the terminal holding her children’s hands. Arjun and Vivaan had grown up; they were alert and had bright eyes. They didn’t ask why they were visiting. She simply said, “Let’s go see where Maa grew up.”
But in reality, he had been planning this comeback for over a year.
After investigating Raghav’s life through contacts and online sources, she learned everything:
he had married Meera , the heiress of a real estate company. They had a six-year-old son who was studying at a prestigious international school in Delhi.
From the outside, Raghav had it all: money, power, prestige. But Aarushi knew the truth.
Their marriage was far from happy. Meera was shrewd and controlling. She monitored Raghav’s every move. Although he held the position of Director of the Northern Zone in the family company, all the important decisions were made by Meera and her father. His personal projects were blocked, and any romantic relationships were quickly shut down.
The man who once abandoned his unborn children now lived in a gilded cage.
Aarushi enrolled Arjun and Vivaan in the same international school as Raghav’s son, but in a different class. He rented a luxury apartment nearby and opened a new spa called “Aarushi Essence” in South Delhi.
She never contacted Raghav directly.
He let fate do the rest.
Two weeks later, at a beauty industry conference held at the Taj Mahal Hotel , Raghav attended as a sponsor.
Upon entering the ballroom, he froze.
Standing on the stage, giving a keynote address on skincare technology in 2025… was Aarushi.
The timid, fragile wife was gone. In her place appeared a woman of grace, intellect, and natural charm. She didn’t look at him even once.
Raghav couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the event. His mind was filled with questions:
What is he doing here?
What has he become?
Where are the children…?
The next day, he sent her a message. She agreed to meet him at a café in Connaught Place .
Raghav arrived early, restless like a young man waiting for a first date.
When she entered, he stood up quickly.
“I never imagined we would meet again like this.”
“Yes,” he said coldly. “I planned it with precision.”
—Aarushi… how have you been? And the child?
“Two. Twins,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “
I raised them alone. They’re strong, intelligent, and far better than the ‘freedom’ you wanted.”
Raghav was stunned.
“Why… have you come back?”
To show my children the face of the man who abandoned them.
And to make sure you never have the chance to destroy anyone like you did to me.
Soon, strange things began to happen in Delhi’s beauty industry.
One of Raghav’s most important corporate partners suddenly switched allegiance to the Aarushi brand. Its market research data was leaked, costing it competitive bids. Then a licensing scandal erupted on social media, fueled by an anonymous whistleblower. It was Aarushi, even though its leads were impeccable.
She, meanwhile, was now a media darling, appearing at conferences and charity galas as a single mother success story.
Rumors swirled.
Meera began to suspect something was amiss. She discovered that Aarushi’s twins attended the same school as her son and were almost the same age as Raghav’s son. And, oddly enough, they resembled him.
The cracks began to appear.
Meera publicly humiliated Raghav at a gala, threatened to divorce him, and her father forced him to resign as director.
The man who once had it all was now unemployed, disgraced, and alone.
In their last meeting, Raghav asked gently:
“Was this… revenge?”
Aarushi shook his head.
Revenge seeks satisfaction. I don’t need it.
I just wanted you to understand the loss.
Like that time I stood in the rain, pregnant, alone, and terrified.
He said nothing.
He stood up and placed a copy of the twins’ birth certificates on the table.
Under “Father’s Name”: blank.
My children don’t need a father.
They need a role model.
He turned and walked away without looking back.
One quiet morning in Delhi, in the park near their home, Arjun and Vivaan were riding bicycles, laughing in the sunshine. Aarushi sat on a bench, a peaceful smile on her face.
She had emerged from the darkness, not because of a man, but because of her strength, her resilience, and the love she felt for her children.
The end.