"The Forbidden Visit"
A few days had passed since the storm of curses, battles, and miracles.
Peace had finally settled in… and with it came a new excitement.
The Pratap Singh and Shetty families had officially fixed the remarriage.
Every ritual, every ceremony — this time it would all be done properly.
In exactly one week, Kiara and Yuvaan would become husband and wife again.
As tradition demanded, Kiara returned to her parents' home until the wedding.
Her room — soft lights, old memories, untouched innocence — felt strangely empty without him.
Her phone buzzed.
Yuvaan's name flashed.
She smiled and picked up.
"Missing me already?"
"You have no idea," Yuvaan's voice was deep, warm, unmistakably yearning. "It's been hours, Kiara. Hours. I can't—"
"Yuvaan," she interrupted, blushing, "tomorrow is our engagement. You'll see me then. Just… bear it for one night."
"No," he said flatly. "I want to see you now."
"You can't meet me," Kiara repeated more firmly. "It's tradition—"
A light tap on her shoulder.
Kiara froze.
Slowly… very slowly… she turned.
Yuvaan was standing right behind her, phone still at his ear, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
Her breath hitched.
"You— here— in my room—? Yuvaan!"
Startled, she stepped back—
her heel caught the edge of the carpet—
she lost her balance.
Yuvaan moved instantly, catching her by the waist—
but the momentum pulled both of them onto the bed.
She landed beneath him, his hands on either side of her, her palms pressed against his chest.
Their eyes locked.
The air thickened.
Kiara's breath trembled.
"Yu… vaan… you shouldn't be—"
He silenced her — not with words, but by leaning in, brushing his lips against hers in one unhurried, aching kiss.
The kind that said he had waited lifetimes for this moment.
Kiara's fingers curled into his shirt, surrendering for just a heartbeat.
But neither of them noticed…
In the corner of the room, half-hidden behind the curtain…
a serpentine creature, its eyes glowing a venomous gold, uncoiled silently.
Watching them.
Waiting.
Meanwhile… in the Shetty Villa's Restricted Basement
The Shetty villa slept in silence, but beneath it, the old Reevavanshi chamber stirred.
Vikram pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The basement wasn't a place anyone else in the family dared to enter — a sanctum built generations ago for Reevavanshi rituals, protections, and omens.
Tonight, it felt… different.
The lamps on the wall flickered although there was no wind. A faint vibration hummed beneath the floor, like the heartbeat of something ancient waking from slumber.
Vikram paused mid-step.
There it was again — a signal.
Sharp.
Urgent.
Almost pleading.
Not sound.
Not sight.
But a Reevavanshi instinct — a force he had been trained to recognize since childhood.
A call for help.
Vikram's expression hardened.
"Who are you?" he whispered, scanning the glowing inscriptions on the walls. "And why are you reaching out to me?"
The ancestral symbols shimmered, forming a ripple of light that quivered before fading again, as if someone on the other side was struggling to break through.
This wasn't random energy.
This was deliberate.
A trapped soul?
A cursed being?
Or a serpent-kin tied to the threat stalking Kiara and Yuvaan?
Vikram stepped forward, his voice low, controlled, commanding.
"If you need help… show me your face. Give me something I can follow."
A sudden cold gust swept across the chamber.
The lamps died for a second — and within that brief darkness, a shadowy outline flickered on the far wall. Human… yet not entirely.
When the lights returned, the figure was gone.
Vikram's pulse tightened.
"Reevavanshi or not," he muttered, "whoever sent that signal is in danger. And their enemy is already inside our world."
Above him, completely unaware, Kiara and Yuvaan slept — and outside their window, the snake curled tighter on a tree branch, its unblinking eyes fixed on the villa.
Scene: Pratap Singh Mansion – Morning
The grand hall of the Pratap Singh mansion was alive with movement, yet there was a calm orderliness beneath the chaos. White and gold marigold garlands hung from every archway, crystal chandeliers sparkled faintly in the morning sun, and the scent of jasmine lingered in the air.
Bhoomi walked between the tables, her hands brushing lightly over a garland of roses, her eyes sharp as she noticed a leaf out of place. "Susheela, the flowers near the mandap—are they symmetrical?"
Susheela, adjusting a vase of jasmine, smiled softly. "Yes, sister-in-law. I checked them twice, but I'll go again."
Bhoomi nodded approvingly, her fingers brushing against the petals as though blessing them.
Chandrika, Moti Baa, moved with regal precision, her silk saree whispering across the floor. She adjusted the folds of a golden drape and tapped her fingers lightly on it, scrutinizing every crease. "Hmm… a bit lower there. See, Vinod?"
Vinod, on the phone in the corner, nodded without looking up. "Yes, mother. I'll ensure the decorators adjust it immediately." His voice was calm, but the weight of responsibility in his tone was unmistakable.
Meanwhile, at the staircase, Angad tugged Aakash aside, his voice low, eyes darting nervously around the room. "Bhai… isn't Yuvaan in his room?"
Aakash frowned, whispering back, "Where would he have gone? Today's engagement—he shouldn't even step out. Why is he missing?"
Riddhi appeared behind them, smirking softly. "Obviously, he's with Kiara."
Angad's eyes widened in alarm. "No! The elders can't find out. Especially Aunty Bhoomi and Moti Baa. If they see him…"
Riddhi chuckled quietly, covering her mouth. "Relax, Angad. I'll handle it. Don't look so worried."
At that moment, Chandrika's eyes swept the hall. Her voice, calm but firm, carried across the space. "Angad, Aakash… have either of you seen Yuvaan? He should be checking the seating arrangements near the mandap."
The trio froze, exchanging quick, guilty glances.
Angad stammered, "Uhm… moti baa… he… he's upstairs, ensuring everything is perfect for the engagement… yes, that's it."
Riddhi added, "Yes, Moti Baa. Just going over the arrangements."
Chandrika's eyes lingered for a beat, sharp yet not unkind. "Hmm. Responsible. Very well. But make sure he doesn't miss a single detail."
Aakash let out a quiet sigh of relief. "That was too close."
Angad whispered, "Wait until they find out he's actually not there with the decorations… he's… elsewhere."
Riddhi smiled, a faint sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Patience, Angad. Let's see how long it takes them to notice."
Meanwhile, Bhoomi, unaware of the trio's misdirection, continued overseeing the floral arrangements. Every touch, every glance was purposeful, her heart calm yet alert.
Susheela moved beside her, a soft murmur escaping her lips. "Sister-in-law, everything will be perfect for Yuvaan and Kiara. Don't worry."
Bhoomi's lips pressed in a soft line, her eyes scanning the hall, still unaware that Yuvaan's absence would soon stir tension.
The camera pans slowly across the hall—the garlands, the shimmering drapes, the family moving in perfect coordination—and then focuses on the staircase where the three cousins whisper among themselves, a silent promise that Yuvaan's secret presence elsewhere will remain hidden for now.
End Scene.