The hall of the Pratap Singh mansion trembled with chaos and disbelief.
Two Kiaras stood face to face — one clutching a blood-stained dagger, the other holding her wrist firmly. Gasps and whispers spread like fire through the frozen air.
The second Kiara — the one who had shielded Yuvaan — snatched the dagger from the first's trembling hand and flung it to the floor with a sharp clang.
The metallic echo silenced everyone.
Riddhi blinked twice, clinging to Aakash's arm.
"What is even happening?" she whispered nervously. "This feels like a movie… a horror one — two Kiaras?"
No one answered. Not Vikram, not Varun, not even Mishka or Angad — they all stood rooted, trying to grasp the impossible sight before them.
Yuvaan's chest still bled, the crimson stain spreading slowly across his shirt. He tried to steady himself, confused and weak, until the second Kiara turned toward him. Her eyes widened in horror at his wound; she moved closer to him, her hand trembling as she pressed it over his heart.
Yuvaan's breath hitched — the warmth that surged through him was unmistakable, the bond undeniable.
His pulse fluttered beneath her touch, and for the first time since the chaos began, his crimson eyes softened.
He whispered, voice low and raw, "You… you're my Kiara…"
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she nodded. "Yes, Yuvaan. I'm your Kiara."
Her voice — the melody of truth — rippled through the room like sacred fire.
She rose, turning to face her imposter. "Didn't you know?" she said coldly. "To reach the husband, you must first get through the wife."
Everyone watched in stunned silence as the real Kiara stepped forward, fire in her eyes. "I am Yuvaan's wife. I fasted for his long life. Do you think I would kill him if I were truly me?"
The imposter blinked, feigning innocence. "I–I only wanted to save—"
"Stop your act," Kiara snapped, her tone sharp as steel. "No matter how angry I get, I can never hurt Yuvaan. Because not once, not twice, but every time, he has come to my rescue. Even when I doubted him, he protected me."
Her voice broke slightly, her emotions raw. "Today too, he came for me — but you… you took my place. You made him believe you were me."
The imposter's eyes darted nervously. She turned toward Varun and Vikram, her tone suddenly pitiful. "Papa… Bhaiya… you know I wouldn't—"
Vikram stepped forward, his gaze dark and heavy. "I raised you," he said quietly. "I've seen my daughter cry, laugh, even break… but never with hatred in her heart." His eyes hardened. "You are not my daughter."
The imposter froze, her face twisting in disbelief. She stumbled back, tears glimmering — but they were empty, hollow, rehearsed.
Kiara's eyes glowed faintly — the aura of a Reeva's descendant awakening. She took a slow step forward. "You're nothing more than a reflection… a mirror's curse. It's not your fault — you were created from my anger, my pain. But remember…" She raised her chin. "…there's a vast difference between being me and imitating me."
The imposter hissed under her breath, a faint crack appearing on her face — the first sign of the mirror breaking within her.
Kiara turned toward the mansion's temple, her steps steady and resolute. The diya flames flickered as she reached for the ancient Trishul that rested beside Lord Shiva's idol.
Her voice rang through the hall, divine and fearless:
"Har Har Mahadev!"
A wind howled through the mansion, blowing out half the candles as she turned, eyes blazing with sacred fury. The trident gleamed with silver light, her silhouette framed against the temple's glow.
She strode forward like a goddess of judgment.
"Your time is up," she declared.
The imposter screamed as Kiara thrust the Trishul forward — the weapon piercing the illusion. The sound that followed wasn't human — a shrill, echoing wail as the reflection shattered into shards of dark glass, scattering into the air before vanishing into smoke.
Silence fell.
The dagger lay on the floor, bloodied but powerless.
Yuvaan stood watching her, a storm of pride and emotion in his eyes.
For a moment — just a moment — everyone in the room knew: the battle between light and shadow had been decided not by power… but by faith.
The silence that followed the shattering of the reflection was almost unbearable. Dust and shimmering fragments hung in the air like the remnants of a nightmare.
Then Vinod's voice broke through the stillness, trembling with confusion and fear.
"Will anyone tell me what's going on here?" he shouted, looking from one stunned face to another. "What is happening in this house? Why are there two Kiaras— and why… why are Yuvaan's eyes red?"
He turned toward the young man standing near the temple steps, still bleeding but calm, his eyes glowing faintly crimson beneath the dim light.
"And what did that… that reflection mean when she said Yuvaan is a demon?" Vinod's voice cracked with disbelief.
Before anyone could answer, Kiara stepped forward. Her saree's edge brushed against the marble floor, her expression calm yet fierce. She reached for Yuvaan's trembling hand, intertwining her fingers with his.
"Yes," she said softly, but firmly. "He is a demon."
Gasps filled the hall — Susheela covered her mouth, Riddhi stumbled back, even Varun's jaw dropped.
Kiara's gaze never left Yuvaan's. Her eyes glistened with tears, but her tone carried pride, not shame.
"He's a demon… a warlock… my special demon."
The room froze.
Yuvaan's crimson eyes softened instantly; tears welled in them, glistening like rubies under light. He looked at her — not as a creature of darkness, but as a man who had finally been accepted despite the curse that bound his soul.
Their fingers tightened around each other's, a silent vow of defiance against fate.
Riddhi clutched Aakash's arm, panic in her voice. "A demon? Aakash, he could hurt us! What if— what if he turns on the family?"
Kiara turned sharply toward her, her voice echoing through the hall.
"Yuvaan is not the real threat to this family."
Everyone went still.
"Then who is?" Vinod demanded, his tone now more weary than angry. "Who should we fear, Kiara?"
Kiara's eyes turned steely. She took a slow breath, then raised her hand, her finger pointing across the room — at Susheela.
"She's the real danger to this family."
The hall erupted in whispers. Riddhi's eyes darted between Kiara and her mother. Aakash looked stunned.
"Kiara, what— what are you saying?"
Susheela's face went pale, but she quickly masked it with a nervous laugh. "What nonsense are you speaking, child? Have you lost your mind after all this chaos?"
Kiara didn't flinch. Her tone turned icy. "No,Aunty ji. I've just regained my clarity."
Everyone stared — shocked, confused, fearful. The tension was suffocating. Even the flickering lamps in the temple seemed to dim, reacting to the storm of energy brewing in the mansion.
Kiara's voice dropped to a low, haunting whisper.
"You've all been blinded for years… but tonight, the truth will come to light."