The vanished family a memory of murder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

DINING AREA AT NIGHTThe dining table is set with a warm spread of food. Kinza is focused on making sure Sukoon is comfortable, arranging her plate and ensuring she has everything she needs. Vihaan and Armaan share a glance, both noticing Kinza's extra care towards Sukoon.VIHAAN: (whispering to Armaan) Mom seems to be really attentive to Sukoon.ARMAAN: (whispering back) Yes, I've noticed that too.IN. KINZA AND ARMAAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHTKinza and Armaan sit on the edge of their bed, the room bathed in a soft, comforting glow.ARMAAN: (curious) Kinza, I've observed you've been showing a lot of concern for Sukoon lately. Is something bothering you?Tears well up in Kinza's eyes as she looks at Armaan, her heart heavy with emotions.KINZA: (voice trembling) Armaan, there's something I haven't told you... about Sukoon.Armaan's brows furrow in concern, and he reaches out to gently hold Kinza's hand.ARMAAN: (softly) You can tell me anything, Kinza.KINZA: (teary-eyed) After Sukoon's acci

Vihaan stands in his room, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He gazes around, taking in the familiar surroundings that suddenly feel both foreign and intimate. He sinks onto the edge of his bed, his brow furrowed as he grapples with his newfound understanding.VIHAAN: (whispering to himself) I've lost my memory... and Sukoon is my wife. Married... to me?As he says the words aloud, they echo in the room, carrying a weight of realization that he can't ignore. Vihaan's thoughts become a torrent, and his mind races with questions that demand answers.VIHAAN: (to himself) What happened to me during that time? Did we... Did we sleep together? Did we share moments I can't even remember?He clenches his fists, frustration and confusion coursing through him. The uncertainty of his past relationships, the depth of his connection with Sukoon, and the intimacy they may have shared all swirl within him, overwhelming and consuming.He reaches for his temple, his eyes closing as he tri

Vihaan's heart ached as he saw the pain etched across Sukoon's face. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close and offer comfort, but he still felt a barrier between them—a barrier of lost memories and shattered trust.VIHAAN: (gently) I'm so sorry, Sukoon. I'm sorry for everything you've been through… for the pain I've caused you.Sukoon nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. She took a step towards Vihaan, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch his.SUKOON: (softly) It wasn't just your fault, Vihaan. We both have our share of pain to bear.Vihaan looked down at her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. It was a small gesture, a connection that held the promise of healing and forgiveness.VIHAAN: (whispering) Can we… try to heal together, Sukoon? Can we start over, rebuild what was lost?Sukoon nodded, a glimmer of hope shining through her tears.SUKOON: Yes, Vihaan. I want to try… for us, for our future.As Vihaan and Sukoon stood there, hand in hand, the weight of

The soft glow of the evening sun painted the room in warm hues as Kinza stepped into Sukoon's room. The air was filled with a sense of unease, and Kinza's brows furrowed when she noticed that the room was empty. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sukoon."Sukoon?" Kinza called out, her voice tinged with concern. There was no response, only the echo of her own words.She moved through the room, checking every corner and space, her footsteps growing more urgent. With each passing second, her worry deepened. Sukoon's absence was unusual, and Kinza's mind raced through various scenarios, trying to understand where she could be.Leaving Sukoon's room, Kinza began a thorough search of the entire house. She opened doors, peeked into rooms, and checked every possible hiding place. Yet, there was no sign of Sukoon. The silence within the house felt heavier with each empty room she entered.Growing more anxious, Kinza reached for her phone and dialed Su

The operating theater was a realm of sterile white, punctuated by the gleam of stainless steel instruments. Soft, sterile light bathed the room, creating an aura of focused calmness. Dr. Emily Dawson, a skilled and experienced surgeon, stood at the head of the operating table. Beside her was Nurse Sarah, her steady and efficient assistant.On the table lies Sukoon, contrasted with the turmoil hidden beneath. Sukoon's face was masked, only her closed eyelids visible, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Monitors beeped rhythmically, measuring her vital signs and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.Dr. Dawson's gloved hands hovered above Sukoon's abdomen. She glanced at the monitors, confirming the readiness of the patient and the surgical team. Then, with a focused expression, she extended her hands and made the first incision. The surgical light gleamed off her sharp instruments as the room seemed to hold its breath.Nurse Sarah stood ready with instruments, her eyes locked onto