The next morning, exactly at 8:00 a.m., someone knocked loudly on the gate.
The sound was urgent and continuous.
Chahat heard it and walked towards the gate to open it.
But the moment she opened the door… she froze.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Because the person standing in front of her was none other than her childhood friend, Myra.
On the other side, Myra was equally shocked.
Seeing Chahat in a saree…
the mangalsutra around her neck…
the sindoor in her hair…
Everything was enough for her to understand the truth.
She had already lost the competition…
and now, this was another heartbreaking blow.
For a few seconds, Chahat just stood there silently, unable to speak.
Seeing her like this, Aarav came to the gate to check who had arrived.
The moment he saw Myra… his expression changed.
His eyes filled with anger.
In a cold and sharp voice, he said,
"Why are you here now? Is there something still left?"
Slowly, the rest of the family also gathered near the gate, sensing the tension.
Myra's eyes filled with tears.
Her voice trembled as she said,
"Aarav… what happened to you?"
Then suddenly, her expression changed.
She turned towards Chahat with anger in her eyes and said,
"How could you change so quickly? And how could you marry this… this betrayer?"
Aarav stepped forward and said firmly,
"You're blaming her? Did you ever ask yourself who the real reason behind all this is?"
Myra pointed directly at Chahat and said,
"Yes, I know very well. The reason for everything is her… Chahat."
Her anger grew uncontrollable.
She stepped forward and raised her hand to slap Chahat.
But before she could do anything, Aarav quickly held her hand and pushed it away.
His voice turned even more intense.
"Don't even think about it. She is my wife."
Everyone fell silent.
Then Aarav looked straight into Myra's eyes and said,
"And if you really want to know who is responsible for all this… then listen carefully."
His voice was calm, but full of truth.
"The reason you're standing here today, and the reason Chahat is in your place… is no one else but you."
Those words hit Myra deeply.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Chahat couldn't bear to see her like this.
She stepped forward, trying to calm her down.
"Myra… please—"
But Myra immediately stepped back and shouted,
"Stay away from me! Don't come near me!"
Her voice was filled with pain and anger.
"You played a very good game with me."
She wiped her tears roughly and continued,
"First you pretended to be my friend… and then you took away my love and turned him against me."
Chahat's eyes filled with tears.
"Myru… it's not like that—"
"Don't call me Myru!" Myra shouted.
"My name is Myra. And from now on, don't ever take my name with that voice again."
Her words felt like a sharp wound.
She looked at Chahat one last time and said,
"From today… we are not friends anymore."
A pause.
"We are enemies."
And with that…
Myra turned around and walked away, leaving behind silence, pain… and a storm that had just begun.
Sometimes, the deepest relationships don't break with silence…
they shatter with words that can never be taken back.