LOGINShe loved him for 15+ years... They were childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life... only for him to marry someone else. Shattering her heart into pieces. **** Everyone pities the wife who marries a man still in love with someone else. But what about her? The girl he loved first. The one he promised forever. The one he left behind. They call her the other woman- They portray her a villian. This is her story. But the woman who loved him first- And paid the price for it. š»šÆš¬ š¶š»šÆš¬š¹ š¾š¶š“šØšµ A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha
View MoreKIYARA'S POINT OF VIEW Her gaze softened. "Your injuries will heal, but you need to rest. Your body has been through a lot."I nodded weakly, my fingers trembling as they rested on my belly. "And my baby?"Dr. Malhotra smiled reassuringly. "The baby survived Kiyara. You're lucky. But there are injuries both internal and external and you may have difficulty during the birth of the child plus stress isn't good for you right now.""Will the baby be ok?" "Both the child and you will be weak kiyara, and you will face the difficulty during the labour""When you fell down it didn't hit directly on your womb but still" I let out a shaky breath, my vision blurring. "Doctor, I need your help."Her smile faltered slightly. "Of course. What is it?"I looked around, my heart hammering. My voice dropped to a whisper. "I need you to lie."She frowned. "Lie? About what?"I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again. "Tell everyone... tell Raghav... that the baby didn't survive."Dr. Malhotra's e
Little LifeContinuing the story after 3 years where it previously left.3 years later_Kiyara :- 25 years old.Kiyara point of point of viewUttarakhandThe golden rays of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the vast mountains. A soft breeze carried the scent of damp earth and fresh clay as I sat on a wooden stool outside my hut, my hands covered in wet mud as I shaped a clay pot.The rhythmic motion of my fingers gliding over the spinning wheel was soothing-almost hypnotic. It was one of the few things that gave me peace these days.I exhaled heavily, pausing to wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. The summer heat in Uttarakhand could be merciless, but I had long since grown used to it.Behind me, the faint hum of the village life continued-children laughing, the distant mooing of cows, women gossiping near the well. It was so... ordinary. So different from the life I had once lived.For three years, this had be
KIYARA'S POINT OF VIEW He leaned back, grinning like the troublemaker he was. "Youāre impossible.""Good. Now sleep. Big brain needs rest."And because he was Raghav, he tried again, less obvious this time, just his arm brushing mine as he lay back. I didnāt push him off this time⦠but I didnāt let him get away with it either..At first, it was subtle. The bed dipped slightly, the way it does when someone shifts closer. I ignored it. Then I felt his arm brush against mine. Ignored that too. Then, an unmistakable arm slung around my waist.āRaghav,ā I mumbled into my pillow, āif youāre trying to kill me, just say it. At least I can write a will.āāRelax,ā he murmured, voice low and annoyingly smooth, āIām just making sure you donāt fall off the bed.āāWeāre in the middle. The only thing Iām falling into is your bad decision-making.āHe chuckled, and thatās when I realized, oh no, he wasnāt sleepy. This man was wide awake.Next thing I know, heās pulling me against his chest, one stron
KIYARA'S POINT OF VIEW Somewhere around 3 a.m., weād covered most of the syllabus, well, the important bits. His panic had turned into grim determination, while I was slowly dying of boredom but still pretending to be the cheerleader he needed.By 5 AM, heād finished the last chapter. I walked in with a tray, two mugs of strong coffee, a plate of biscuits, and a triumphant smile. āCongratulations, Einstein. Youāve officially done in one night what you shouldāve done in three months.āHe took the coffee, looking at me with this strange mix of exhaustion and something softer. āYou really stayed up all night for this?āāOf course. Someone has to save your ass.āFor a moment, he didnāt say anything. Then he stood up, pulled me into a tight hug, and murmured.. āThank you, Kiyara,ā he murmured against my hair. āSeriously. I donāt know what Iād do without you.āāProbably fail,ā I said into his shoulder, but I hugged him back anyway.I patted his back. āDonāt get sentimental now. Save the te
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