บททั้งหมดของ The vanished family a memory of murder : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 167

Vihaan sat in his office, diligently typing away on his computer. His mind, however, was elsewhere, preoccupied with the upcoming wedding of his dear friends Zohaib and Maheen. He knew how much their union meant to them, and he wanted to make sure he was there to celebrate their special day.Vihaan's phone vibrated on the desk, drawing his attention to a message from his wife Sukoon. He picked up the phone and smiled as he read her words. "Sukoon, you go to the marriage hall with ammi and khushi. I will come to the wedding hall directly from my work to attend Zohaib and Maheen's wedding. Sukoon said okay. Please come soon."Vihaan's heart swelled with gratitude for his understanding wife. He quickly typed out a reply, assuring her that he would be there without fail.The sun was radiant in the clear blue sky, casting a warm golden glow over the picturesque wedding venue. White chairs were neatly arranged in rows, adorned with delicate flowers that matched the elegant decorations drapi

The night hung heavily over the dimly lit alley, casting elongated shadows that danced in the faint glow of the tlights. Tension crackled in the air as Vihaan stood at one end of the alley, his jaw clenched and muscles taut beneath his t-shirt. Opposite him stood Sameer, a figure of arrogance and cruelty, a malicious grin playing on his lips.Vihaan's fists were balled at his sides, his knuckles white with rage. He had endured enough of Sameer's actions, his bullying, and the pain he had inflicted on others. Tonight, it was time to put an end to it."Vihaan, you've finally grown a spine, huh?" Sameer jeered, his tone dripping with disdain. "What are you gonna do, cry like a little baby?"Vihaan's gaze remained fixed on Sameer, a smoldering fire burning in his eyes. He took a step forward, his every movement exuding determination. "No, Sameer. I'm done with your games. It ends here."With those words, the atmosphere shifted. Vihaan's pent-up frustration ignited like a wildfire, propell

In a quaint, sunlit hospital room, excitement and anticipation filled the air. Sukoon, with her serene demeanor, lay on the hospital bed, her hands tightly gripping her husband Vihaan's, while their families gathered around, a mix of nervousness and joy in their expressions. The soft whispers of support and encouragement were like a soothing melody.Sukoon's parents, Armaan and Kinza, stood at the foot of the bed, their eyes shimmering with pride and excitement. Khushi, Vihaan's younger sister, clung to their mother, a wide smile on her face. The room was a canvas of emotions, love, and unity.As the clock's hands seemed to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, the doctor's reassuring voice finally broke the tension. "It's time," she announced with a gentle smile, guiding Sukoon to focus on her breathing.Vihaan tenderly wiped a tear from Sukoon's cheek, his love and support unwavering. "You've got this, Sukoon. I'm right here with you," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her n

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Mehak Noor lay in her bed, wrapped in the embrace of peaceful slumber, her face serene, and her chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony with her dreams. The room was bathed in a tranquil silence, a haven of restful tranquility.As the seconds ticked away, the hushed ambiance was broken by the soft creaking of the bedroom door. Aasiya Noor, Mehak's mother, entered the room with a tender smile on her face, her presence as comforting as a warm embrace. She approached the bed with a quiet grace, her steps careful not to disturb her daughter's peaceful repose.Gently leaning down, Aasiya whispered, "Mehak, darling, it's time to wake up. You're getting late, and you wouldn't want to keep Khushi waiting, would you?"Mehak stirred ever so slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she tried to hold onto the remnants of her dreams. Aasiya's voice, filled with motherly affection, gradually penetr