LOGINKIYARA’S POV It’s been a week. A week since everything changed, since me and Raghav decided to get engaged, get married, and finally announce it to the world. We could finally be together. That’s all that mattered, above the whispers, above the dirty politics. Not for me. But for the baby. They still looked at me like a mistake they had to tolerate, only because it was growing inside me. Still… I didn’t mind. Because I had him. My baby. My reason to breathe. I sat by the window, holding the latest ultrasound printout in my hands. My eyes softened as I traced the tiny outline of the little life growing inside me... I can't wait for raghav to show it. I couldn’t stop the tears when the doctor let me hear his heartbeat. So strong. So full of promise. “My jaan… my everything,” I whispered, gently caressing my round belly. “When you come to the world, baby… Mumma’s going to love you so much. And Papa will too. He already does.” A smile broke through my tears. It was all
Natasha's POV I stood by the fire, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, though the heat from the flames was scorching my skin. They didn't see me. Not really. Raghav's world had shrunk down to the fragile girl in his arms-the same girl who had been the shadow between us from the very beginning. And me? I was just... there. Watching. Watching as he carried her in like she was made of glass, as though the rain had been cruel to her, as though the whole universe had wronged her. She's pregnant.. pregnant? God, how many nights had I begged for the same? How many times have I tried reaching out, telling about the future we were supposed to build together? A baby, Raghav. Let's have a baby. Your parents want an heir. The company needs a future. We should... we should try. Every time I said it, his jaw would tighten, his eyes would turn to stone. He never answered. He never touched me. Not once. Not even when everyone expected it, not even when I thought maybe
AT 12 AM It was past midnight. The storm raged outside, its fury relentless. Thunder cracked like whips across the sky, rattling the windows, and lightning sliced through the darkness, flooding the room with harsh, fleeting light. The wind howled like some wounded beast, slamming against the glass, making the walls tremble. But all of it, all the chaos outside, was nothing compared to the storm inside me. I hadn't slept in weeks. Not properly. Not since she disappeared. Kiyara. She had walked away again. Just like she always did when she was hurt. Just like she always did when she wanted to push me away. I had called her. Messaged her. Even shown up at her place. And every time...silence. The pain of her absence had been unbearable, but I told myself I deserved it. I had failed her. Failed us. I was still staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand when it came__ A knock. Loud. Urgent. I stilled, my breath catching. The intercom buzzed, the guard's voi
Vikram's POV (The day of divorce). There are truths Raghav doesn't know. And some part of me wonders if he even deserves to know them. It's not just that Natasha hurt Kiyara in college-no, that's only the surface. There were whispers, little cruelties laced in every smile, a quiet campaign to isolate her until she was nothing but a shadow of herself. I saw the aftermath. I saw her shut herself in her room, lying on her bed, clutching her pillow like it was the only thing holding her together. She never told Raghav. And I always wondered if that was because she was protecting him... or protecting herself from his reaction. But I know one thing-if Raghav had seen what I saw back then, the way Kiyara would stare into the dark, like she was trying to find herself in it... he would have burned the whole world to the ground for her. Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he wouldn't have. Because here we are, years later, and he's still blind. When she told me she was pregnant... she didn't s
1.5 months later.. (Kiyara’s POV) The nausea had been creeping up on me for weeks, hitting me at the most inconvenient times...during morning lectures, late at night when I was trying to sleep, even in the middle of a goddamn presentation. I had tried to ignore it, pushing through my classes, forcing food down my throat even when my stomach protested. But today? Today was the worst. I barely made it to the bathroom before I collapsed onto my knees, clutching the toilet bowl as I heaved violently. My throat burned as bile filled my mouth, and tears blurred my vision. The sound of the hostel bathroom door creaking open made me tense, but I didn’t have the energy to care. "Fuck," I gasped, gripping the cold ceramic as another wave of nausea hit me. “Kiyara? Are you okay?” I groaned at the sound of my roommate Swara’s voice. God, I did not have the patience for this right now. “I swear, if you ask me that one more time_” My sentence was cut off by another violent retch. Swara sig
NATASHA'S POINT OF VIEW "But you did." My voice was barely audible. "You still are. I am your wife," I cut in, my voice trembling. "We made vows." His gaze hardened. "You know this marriage was never real." I flinched. Even though I had always known our marriage was arranged for business, I had still let myself fall for him. And now, he looked at me like I was just an inconvenience. "I'm not signing them," I said, holding the papers tighter. He exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please, don't make this harder." When he finally spoke again, his voice was tight. "Natasha, please. Just sign them." I laughed, bitter. "You think it's that simple? You break the agreement now and my father's company takes the hit. Years of work gone overnight. Does that even register with you?" He tilted his head, and when he spoke, his voice was low, clipped. "The only thing that registers with me is that I can't hurt my Kiyara anymore." My chest ached. "Do you have any idea