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Dhruv Khuranna sprang up from the couch when he saw the woman approaching the living room.

All blood drained from his face.

“You???”

Mithran looked confused at the horrified look on his mother’s and Dhruv’s face. The guilty look on Chaahat’s face only managed to double it.

Dhruv turned to Madan Yadav, who was sitting on the couch with a resigned look on his face.

This was all the confirmation he needed.

“I was actually feeling guilty of shutting you all out for the sin my father did. I had no idea you were an active accomplice in his sins.” Dhruv bit out accusingly.

“How could you? How could you do this? After all that Mohini went through because of Rajath and Chandini, you went ahead and…” Amrutha trailed off, too shocked to speak.

“What the hell is going on? Can someone explain? Dhruv, stop speaking to my father in that tone.” Mithran said in a warning tone.

Dhruv let out a humourless chuckle.