All Chapters of Forbidden Romance Tales: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The relentless ticking of the vintage clock on the wall was the only sound that dared to break the suffocating silence. One year. One year since Ellie had first stepped into this house, a nervous girl from a small town and found a family, a purpose and a love she hadn't known she was searching for. But now, standing in the pristine silence of the guest bathroom, in her trembling hand was the consequence of that love, a small plastic stick displaying two red lines. “A fool. I’ve been a romantic, starry-eyed fool,” she thought, her breath hitching. “You stupid. You wanted this closeness, this intimacy and now you’ve ruined everything.” She had wished for this, in the deepest, most secret chambers of her heart. During those quiet nights wrapped in Spencer’s arms, she had allowed herself to imagine a future. Now, faced with the reality, all she could feel was a cold, gripping fear. How would Spencer react? The man who guarded his emotions as fiercely as he protected his daughter?

“Aneet…”She stopped and turned slowly, dress fluttering around her in the cool evening wind.There he was, Ahaan Kapoor, silhouetted against the gleaming glass of the production office, his tall frame cutting a path through the golden-hour light. He looked every bit the scion of Hollywood royalty, yet his eyes held none of the detached coolness she expected.“Ahaan?” she whispered.He closed the distance between them and stopped just close enough that their breaths almost touched. “You’re leaving alone?” he asked.“I… yes. I booked a cab but…”“You won’t get one here,” he said gently, eyes sweeping the empty stretch of road. “Let me drop you. This side of the city empties early and it’s not safe.”She straightened, clutching the strap of her bag. “No, it’s… it’s fine. I’ll manage. Please, don’t bother.”“I am bothering,” he replied firmly, with a quiet intensity that made her look up. “Come on, Aneet. I’m insisting.”Her lips parted like she wanted to argue again, but the quiet auth

Weeks had slipped by like sun-warm sand through a montage of shared laughter and whispered lines. The friendship between Ahaan and Aneet bloomed as if it were something tender and growing, something everyone was rooting for without saying so. For a film as intensely romantic as Star Crossed Lovers, this easy comfort between the leads was a gift. With Aneet’s final exams over, a new energy hummed between them. She had survived the brutal juggling of workshops, practice sessions, script readings and thick stacks of Political Science and English notes without collapsing into chaos, though a few times she came close. The schedule was locked with shooting beginning on the first of next month. Sets were nearly prepared, lights tested, rehearsals logged. This week was devoted to costume checks, makeup trials, screen tests and the fina

The days on set began to blur as every hour felt rich, full, overflowing with emotion and purpose, also the cast and crew had bonded into a tight-knit, temporary family. The more they filmed, the more the film stopped feeling like fiction and started feeling like a shared reality stitched between camera lenses and quiet moments in between takes.And at the heart of it were two people who weren’t trying to steal the spotlight, yet somehow were becoming the center of everything.Ahaan Kapoor and Aneet Kaur.Though they had fun like everyone else, sharing jokes, celebrating perfect takes, laughing at bloopers, but both carried silent pressure like invisible shadows.For Ahaan, it wasn’t just a debut film. He knew how the world was watching him. The media and the public were waiting with bated breath, waiting for him to slip, waiting to reduce his years of effort to a single word ‘nepotism’ as a mere dalliance before his privileged landing. The media didn't see his sleepless nights, his y

The next few days passed in a strange, muted haze on the set of Star Crossed Lovers. The vibrant energy that usually defined the production had dimmed. Ahaan and Aneet moved in the same orbit but were separated by a million miles of unspoken words and deliberate avoidance.  They saw each other on set, sometimes just a few feet apart, sometimes standing near the same craft table. But they didn’t speak. Their schedules barely aligned, their characters didn’t share scenes that week.  Ahaan kept his distance with almost surgical precision and every time Aneet gathered courage to walk up to him, he slipped away into another shot or into a conversation with the crew. If she approached from the right, he stepped left.  He'd always ask if she needed anythi