Over the next few weeks, Aanya and Rohan navigated their renewed relationship with cautious optimism. Their clandestine meetings became less secretive, and though the shadows of disapproval still loomed, the sense of constant dread began to lift. They leaned on each other for support, finding strength in their shared commitment to one another.

Supriya, ever the watchful mother, noticed the subtle changes in her daughter. Aanya seemed more hopeful, less burdened. Supriya continued to offer her unwavering support, ready to stand by her daughter's side no matter the cost.

One Saturday morning, Aanya received a call from Rohan. His voice was tinged with both excitement and trepidation. "Aanya, can you come over? My parents want to talk to us again."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Of course. I'll be there in an hour."

When Aanya arrived at the Kapoor mansion, she was greeted by a somber atmosphere. Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor were seated in the living room, their expressions unreadable. Rohan stood by the window, his face a mixture of hope and anxiety.

"Please, sit," Mr. Kapoor said, gesturing to the couch opposite them.

Aanya and Rohan took their seats, exchanging a nervous glance.

"We've been thinking a lot about our conversation," Mrs. Kapoor began, her tone softer than before. "We realize that our concerns, while valid, should not overshadow your happiness."

Aanya felt a surge of hope. She squeezed Rohan's hand, silently urging him to stay calm.

"We've decided to give you both our support," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice firm but not unkind. "However, there are conditions."

Aanya nodded, prepared to meet any challenge. "We understand."

"First," Mrs. Kapoor continued, "we want to see a clear plan for your future together. This means financial stability, career goals, and a timeline for your relationship."

Rohan nodded. "We can do that. We already have some plans in place, and we're willing to work on the rest."

"Second," Mr. Kapoor added, "we want to be involved in this process. We need to see that you're both serious and capable of handling the responsibilities that come with a committed relationship."

Aanya and Rohan exchanged a look of relief. This was a compromise they could accept.

"We can do that," Aanya said, her voice steady. "We want this to work, and we're willing to do whatever it takes."

Mrs. Kapoor's expression softened further. "Good. We believe in second chances, and we're willing to give you both that opportunity."

As they left the mansion, Aanya felt a weight lift from her shoulders. "I think we can do this, Rohan."

Rohan smiled, his eyes shining with determination. "We will. Together."

The weeks that followed were filled with planning and hard work. Aanya and Rohan met with career counselors, financial advisors, and even attended relationship workshops. They presented their plans to the Kapoors, who, true to their word, offered their support and guidance.

Despite the progress, the road was not without its bumps. There were moments of doubt, disagreements, and the occasional clash with the Kapoors. But through it all, Aanya and Rohan remained steadfast in their commitment to each other.

One evening, as they sat in the park where they had first met, Rohan took Aanya's hand. "We've come a long way, haven't we?"

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Aanya nodded, her eyes reflecting the sunset. "Yes, we have. And we'll keep going, no matter what."

Rohan leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "I love you, Aanya."

"I love you too, Rohan."

With the celebration of Aanya and Rohan's wedding behind them, Supriya found herself adjusting to a quieter home. Her daughter’s laughter no longer filled the rooms, and the house seemed emptier without the constant wedding preparations. It was a bittersweet time for Supriya, who was both happy for Aanya’s new beginning and aware of the new challenges that lay ahead for her son, Arjun.

Arjun had never been as academically inclined as his sister. While Aanya excelled in her studies and pursued her dreams with determination, Arjun struggled to find his path. Supriya had always worried about him, especially since he had fallen in with a group of friends who were more interested in parties and mischief than in school or future careers.

One afternoon, as Supriya was tidying up the living room, Arjun walked in, looking disheveled and irritable. She could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath and noticed the telltale signs of a late night.

One afternoon, as Supriya was tidying up the living room, Arjun walked in, looking disheveled and irritable. She could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath and noticed the telltale signs of a late night.

"Arjun," she said gently, "we need to talk."

He slumped onto the couch, avoiding her gaze. "What about, Ma?"

"About your future," she replied, sitting down beside him. "I’m worried about you. I know you’ve had a hard time with school, but you need to find something you're passionate about."

Arjun sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I don't know what I want to do, Ma. Everyone expects me to be like Aanya, but I'm not her."

Supriya reached out and took his hand. "No one expects you to be like Aanya. We just want you to find your own path. I know you have potential, Arjun. We just need to find a way to bring it out."

Arjun looked at his mother, seeing the worry etched on her face. Despite his frustration and confusion, he felt a pang of guilt for causing her so much distress. "I don’t know where to start."

"Let's start together," Supriya suggested. "How about we look into some vocational courses or workshops? Something that might interest you?"

Arjun nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Ma. I'll give it a try."

The next few days were a struggle. Arjun's friends began to resent the time he spent away from them, and one evening, they came to visit him at home. Supriya watched with growing concern as they whispered and laughed in the corner of the living room. She could feel a sense of unease creeping into her heart.

Later that night, when his friends had left, Arjun approached Supriya with a hardened look on his face. "Ma, I need money," he demanded, his tone aggressive.

Supriya's heart sank. "Arjun, why do you need money?"

"Just give it to me!" he snapped, stepping closer to her. "I need it for something important."

Supriya stood her ground, her voice steady but filled with sorrow. "Arjun, I can't just give you money without knowing what it's for. We need to talk about this."

Arjun's anger flared, and he grabbed her arm roughly. "Stop acting like you care! You're just trying to control me like everyone else!"

The harshness of his words cut deep, and Supriya felt tears welling up in her eyes. She missed Nishikant more than ever at that moment. His calm presence and wise counsel had always been her anchor. She felt like she was failing in her role as a mother, unable to guide her son onto the right path.

"Arjun, please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "We can find a way through this together. But you need to stop and think about what you're doing."

He shoved her arm away and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Supriya sank onto the couch, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her tears. She felt utterly defeated, as if she had failed in teaching her children the values she held dear.

Days turned into weeks, and Supriya's health began to decline. She barely ate and spent sleepless nights worrying about Arjun. Her once vibrant spirit seemed to fade, and she moved through the house like a ghost, haunted by the memories of happier times.

One evening, as she sat alone in the kitchen, Aanya called. "Hi, Mom. How are you?"

Supriya tried to muster some enthusiasm. "I'm fine, dear. How are you and Rohan?"

"We're good, Mom. But you don't sound fine. Is everything okay?"

Supriya hesitated, not wanting to burden her daughter with her troubles. "It's just...things with Arjun are difficult. I'm worried about him."

Aanya's voice was filled with concern. "Mom, you need to take care of yourself too. Have you talked to anyone about this? Maybe we can find some help for Arjun."

"I don't know, Aanya," Supriya replied, her voice weary. "I feel like I'm losing him."

"We won't let that happen, Mom," Aanya said firmly. "Rohan and I will come visit this weekend. We'll figure this out together."

True to their word, Aanya and Rohan arrived that weekend. They found Supriya looking frail and exhausted, a shadow of her former self. Aanya hugged her tightly, tears in her eyes. "Mom, we're here now. We'll get through this."