The room fell completely silent.

Gauri stood near the window, confused by Aryan's serious expression.

Gauri: “Aryan, what happened? Why did you call me here?”

Aryan took a deep breath. He knew the truth would break her heart, but hiding it any longer would be worse.

Aryan: “Gauri… there’s something you need to know about your family.”

Gauri frowned.

Gauri: “My family? What are you talking about?”

Aryan slowly walked toward her.

Aryan: “The man you call Dad… he isn't your biological father.”

Gauri froze.

For a moment, she couldn't understand what she had just heard.

Gauri: “What… did you say?”

Aryan: “He raised you, and he may love you in his own way… but he isn't your real father.”

Gauri's eyes filled with tears.

Gauri: “No. That's impossible. My dad has always been there for me.”

Aryan gently held her hand.

Aryan: “I know. And I'm not saying that he isn't your father in the way that matters emotionally. But there is a truth about your birth that you were never told.”

Gauri pulled her hand away.

Gauri: “Then who is my real father?”

Aryan looked at her, his expression filled with pain.

Aryan: “That's the part of the truth I haven't told you yet.”

Gauri stared at him through her tears.

Gauri: “Aryan… tell me everything.”

To be continued…