They say history repeats itself.

But sometimes—it resurrects itself.

With red nails.

A velvet sari.

And a venom-laced smile.

She called herself Ishira Mehra.

Once a ghost in your father's war.

Now, the woman who walked right into yours.

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Scene 1: The Invitation

Aahana’s first birthday was meant to be small.

Just family. Close friends. Security tight.

Then a blood-red envelope arrived.

Gold-embossed. Untraceable.

"To the little girl born of stolen legacies,

Let me gift her the truth."

Yoongi crushed the letter in his hand.

“If she shows up, I won’t be civil.”

You looked him in the eye.

“Let her come. It’s time we meet the past face-to-face.”

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Scene 2: The Party Begins

Decorations shimmered in soft pastels.

Guests arrived. Media was blocked out.

Aahana wore a tiny lehenga.

Yoongi dressed traditionally—for once without protest.

Your family had never looked more… whole.

Until she walked in.

Ishira.

Power in heels. Poison in pearls.

“Namjoon,” she nodded coolly.

“Taehyung, you’ve grown more handsome. And Min Yoongi… still pretending you're not your father’s biggest regret.”

Yoongi flinched.

But you? You smiled.

“Welcome. I was hoping the devil would dress up today.”

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Scene 3: Secrets at Sunset

As Aahana cut the cake, Ishira stepped closer.

She slid a photo across the table.

“Your father and I weren’t just rivals. We were once engaged.”

Your breath caught.

“He left me for your mother. And paid the price with his life.”

Yoongi’s voice was ice.

“You had him killed.”

She raised a brow.

“No, darling. I simply gave the matchstick. He chose to burn.”

Before she left, she kissed Aahana’s forehead.

“She looks just like him. So full of promise. Let’s hope she survives it.”

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Scene 4: The Past Unburied

That night, you found the photo again.

Your mother’s face circled in red ink.

A note scribbled beneath:

“Your father’s betrayal wasn’t his biggest sin. Ask your mother what she stole.”

You turned to Yoongi.

“She’s not after revenge. She’s after unfinished business.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched.

“Then we finish it.”

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Ending Scene: The Phone Call

Midnight.

Aahana slept between you.

Your phone rang—no ID.

You picked up.

Her voice slithered through:

“You want peace, little bride? Then give me what your mother took. Or next time, I won’t just attend the party…”

“I’ll end it.”