A year had passed since Abhina and Hrittik had married.

The date that should have been their first wedding anniversary arrived quietly.

There were no flowers.

No celebration.

No laughter.

Only silence.

---

At Hrittik's apartment, he stared at the framed wedding photograph on his bedside table.

Abhina, dressed in her blue Bengali bridal saree, was smiling shyly beside him.

He gently touched the glass.

"Happy anniversary, Abhina..."

His voice broke.

He picked up his phone.

He called her once.

No answer.

Twice.

Still nothing.

By evening...

He had called her twenty-nine times.

Every call was rejected.

Finally, a notification appeared.

"You have been blocked."

Hrittik slowly lowered the phone.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

"So this is how our first anniversary ends..."

---

Days turned into weeks.

The cheerful, disciplined Hrittik slowly disappeared.

He stopped smiling.

He worked late into the night.

When work ended...

He returned to an empty apartment.

The loneliness became unbearable.

One evening he opened a bottle of alcohol.

"I'll stop after today..."

he whispered.

But one day became another.

Soon, drinking had become his escape from the pain.

Even then, every night before sleeping, he looked at Abhina's photograph.

"I never betrayed you..."

"I wish you would believe me."

---

At Roy Mansion, life had also changed.

Abhina rarely smiled anymore.

Her studies continued because she knew her parents wanted her to succeed, but the happiness she once carried had faded.

Most of her free time was spent with Vedant's little daughter.

The infant had become the light of the house.

One afternoon, everyone gathered around the baby.

Abhina gently kissed her forehead.

"I've decided something."

Mareena smiled.

"What is it?"

"I want to give her a name."

Vedant looked up.

"What name?"

Abhina smiled softly.

"Vaishnabi."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"It's beautiful," Mareena whispered.

Vedant looked at his daughter with moist eyes.

"Vaishnabi..."

He repeated the name lovingly.

"My little Vaishnabi."

From that day onwards, the child was lovingly called by her new name.

---

Although Vaishnabi brought moments of joy, grief still lingered in Roy Mansion.

Abhinav often blamed himself for everything that had happened.

Mareena silently carried the burden of holding the family together.

Seeing Abhina sitting quietly with Vaishnabi one evening, Vedant walked over.

He sat beside her.

"I'm sorry."

Abhina looked at him.

"You've apologised many times."

Vedant shook his head.

"It still isn't enough."

"If I hadn't made those mistakes..."

"...none of this would have happened."

Abhina gently looked at little Vaishnabi sleeping in her lap.

"Let's make sure she grows up in a home filled with honesty."

Vedant nodded.

"I promise."

---

Meanwhile, Hrittik's company began facing financial difficulties.

A major client unexpectedly withdrew from a long-term project.

Payments were delayed.

Several investors became cautious.

Although the business was still operating, the pressure mounted with each passing week.

Hrittik threw himself into work, hoping it would distract him from his broken marriage.

It didn't.

---

One afternoon, a courier arrived at his office.

He absent-mindedly signed for it.

Opening the envelope, he froze.

Inside were legal documents.

Petition for Divorce.

The applicant's name read:

Abhina Roy.

His hands trembled.

He slowly turned each page before closing the file.

Quietly, he placed it back into the envelope.

His assistant entered.

"Sir... should I arrange for the lawyer?"

Hrittik looked out of the window.

"No."

"I'm not signing these."

"As long as I breathe..."

"I won't end this marriage."

---

Back at Roy Mansion, Abhina sat with her books open but couldn't concentrate.

The divorce papers had been sent.

Yet instead of relief, she felt emptier.

Abhinav noticed her distracted expression.

He gently closed one of her textbooks.

"Beta."

She looked up.

"You've always been an excellent student."

"Don't let court cases consume your life."

"Your future comes first."

"The legal matters can wait."

Abhina lowered her eyes.

"I don't even know what I want anymore, Papa."

Abhinav placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Then don't rush."

"Finish your studies."

"When your heart is calmer, you'll know what decision to make."

Abhina nodded silently.

Outside the room, little Vaishnabi's innocent laughter echoed through the mansion—a small reminder that even after immense loss, life continued moving forward.