Dil ke Karib (Early Acess Ch 30)

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Chapter 30 – The Blood That Shouldn’t Speak 

The vaid stepped into the room with the calm of someone who had walked through storms. Her bangles barely clinked as she moved with swift, unhurried purpose.

Rajeev didn’t look up.

He was still kneeling beside Nandini, his fingers hovering near the bruised skin at her temple—as though touching her might shatter what little life remained. Her breathing was shallow.

But it was breathing.

“She needs help,” he said, voice low and raw.

The vaid knelt beside him. “She’s alive,” she murmured, placing two fingers at Nandini’s neck. “But her pulse is faint. She hit her head hard. There may be swelling.”

“Time?” Rajeev asked, barely audible.

“It’ll take time,” she said gently. “Time we must give her. No movement. No stress.”

Footsteps echoed beyond the door—the scrape of sandals on stone, the muted panic of family gathering.

His mother burst in, sari askew, face drained. “What happened?”

“Call the doctor,” Rajeev said.

“No need for city hands,” the vaid interrupted, already working with a folded cloth. “I’ve seen this before. Blood loss. Concussion. What she needs is silence, stillness, and time.”

Rajeev nodded, lips pressed into a line. “I’ll stay.”

But the vaid didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she turned to him, eyes dark with something unsaid.

“There’s more,” she said slowly.

Rajeev finally looked at her.

“I tested her last week, after she fainted,” she said. “Your mother asked me. I wasn’t certain then. But now…”

She paused. And then:

“She’s carrying a child.”

The words fell like iron.

Rajeev’s breath caught. His heart seemed to stop and start again in the same second.

“What?” he rasped.

“She’s pregnant,” the vaid said, firmer now. “Just entering her second month.”

A gasp cracked the silence.

His mother—stunned—then smiling, then laughing with sudden, delighted disbelief. “A baby! Oh, Nandini… my bahu!”

But Rajeev was frozen.

Pregnant?

They had never—
Not even once.

“You’re sure?” he asked, though he knew what the answer would be.

“I don’t guess,” said the vaid, eyes narrowing. “I’ve brought over a hundred children into this world. I don’t have time to be wrong.”

Rajeev stared down at Nandini.

Still. Fragile. Inexplicable.

He whispered, “No.”

A voice slipped in behind them—smooth, venomous.

“Well, isn’t that something?”

Vikrant.

He hadn’t left. Of course not.

He lounged against the doorway like a shadow too smug to vanish, arms crossed, lips twisted in mockery.

“What poetic timing,” he drawled. “Congratulations, brother. You’re going to be a father. Or are you?”

Rajeev rose, slow and deliberate. “Leave,” he said flatly.

But Vikrant smiled, the kind that didn’t touch his eyes. “Why so tense? Shouldn’t this be a celebration?”

“I said—get out.”

“You’re good at a lot of things, Rajeev,” Vikrant went on. “But math clearly isn’t one of them.”

Rajeev didn’t blink.

“You and Nandini—married a month and a half. And the baby?” He whistled. “Already two months in? My, my.”

Rajeev’s hands curled into fists.

Vikrant’s voice dropped, oily with implication. “Are you sure it’s yours?”

A loud crash—glass shattering in the kitchen.

Rajeev’s mother stood frozen in the archway, her hands trembling over a broken tray. Her eyes were wide, searching her son’s face. “What… what is he saying?”

Silence spread through the room like smoke.

Rajeev didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched. His throat burned.

He looked at Nandini—her brow faintly creased, a flicker of pain ghosting across her features.

Then he looked at his mother.

“It’s mine,” he said quietly. “Maa, it’s my child. I swear it.”

She hesitated.

Then—nodded. Whether from faith or fear, even Rajeev couldn’t say.

But Vikrant laughed—a dry, merciless sound. “You can swear on anything you like. Doesn’t make it true.”

Rajeev stepped forward, until there was barely a breath between them. His voice was low, lethal.

“Then don’t believe me,” he said. “I don’t need your belief.”

He turned back to Nandini. Looked at her properly—not as a mystery, not as a betrayal—but as his wife.

Whatever had happened, whatever would come—

She was his.

And that was enough.

“Nandini is pregnant with my child,” he said again. This time, the words rang clear. Final.

Vikrant's sneer wavered.

The weight of Rajeev’s gaze pinned him still, and for a moment—just one—he looked unsure. As if, somehow, Rajeev’s conviction had cracked something even doubt couldn’t reach.

Then, without a word, Vikrant turned and walked away.

Silence lingered in his wake.

Rajeev’s mother sank slowly to the floor beside him. Her fingers touched Nandini’s hand. Soft. Careful.

“She’ll wake,” she said quietly, more hope than truth. “She’s strong.”

Rajeev didn’t answer. He simply nodded.

But inside, he was unraveling.

Because only he knew the truth.

And it wasn’t the one he had just spoken aloud.

🩸 Author’s Note

This wasn’t just a twist.

This was betrayal buried in breath. A truth dressed as a lie—and a lie that might just save everything.

Nandini’s pregnancy doesn’t just raise questions. It shatters answers. And Rajeev? He’s chosen a truth he can live with. For now.

But in Chapter 31, someone will finally speak.

And someone else will finally break.

Hold your breath. It's almost time.

See you next time,

Shaar Shree.