After discovering she was pregnant with her late husband’s child, Shrika decided to keep the baby. She was determined to raise the child with love and care, envisioning a future filled with promise. Leaving behind the painful memories of Dev and the suffering he caused, she devoted herself entirely to her unborn child, finding a new sense of purpose in their life together. Twenty-five years later... "Jai, don’t repeat the mistake your father made,” Shrika said, her fists clenched tightly. Jai frowned in confusion. “What mistake did Dad make?” “This... whatever you’re doing to Aaksha,” she replied, her voice shaking with emotion. Jai stared at her, still confused, then suddenly burst out laughing. “Mom, what are you even saying? Are you telling me Dad loved someone so much he brought her home and—" He stopped mid-sentence as the meaning behind her words began to sink in. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. “That woman... it was you, wasn’t it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Shrika looked down, silent, as tears rolled down her cheeks.