Semua Bab The Other Woman : Bab 1 - Bab 10

(Kiyara point of view) I was just six. He was nine. Very young and innocent when we first met. My bestfriend, my everything. My raghav. And from the moment he wiped my tears and gave me half his chocolate, Raghav became my whole world. I thought about him as a single lone tear fell from my eye. I loved him, love him very much like he's my heartbeat caged inside the wild heart. He loved me very much, like I'm his whole world, more than his music. We started with scraped knees and shared secrets, two messy, barefoot kids who believed the world ended at the park gate. He called me "Kiyu" because he liked this name. I called him "idiot" every time he used to do very idiotic things just to prove that he's the bestest bestfriend in the world. We’d swing so high we thought we could touch the sky, then laugh until our stomachs hurt. He used to push the swing so hard that sometimes I used to scream. Sometimes while playing I used to scrap my knee or ankle. He

(Third person point of view.) The dining room glowed with a soft, golden warmth. Candles flickered gently, their flames casting shadows across the neatly arranged table. The scent of freshly cooked food filled the air his favorite dishes, made with her own hands. But that wasn't the only thing lingering in the air. Natasha stood in the center of the room, her fingers tightening around the small glass bottle she held. She looked at the bottle, given by her aunt. A syrup, that ignite the wild Passion and hungriness of sex inside a man.. That he won't be able resist a woman. And natasha wasn't any woman but his wife and it's not wrong to use it. Because in the 2.5 years of their marriage. They never had sex. She uncapped the bottle, her heartbeat steady, her mind clear. She spiked his drink.. Tonight, he would be hers. He was hers, he was her husband. They should have sex with eachother. A smile played on her lips as she inhaled the scent of the drink

(Raghav's Point of View) Next day... (At night) (Raghav’s Point of View) Yesterday, when kiyara took us at our old apartment, I didn't know what the hell had happened to me. I couldn't think straight I remember how I pinned Kiyara beneath me on the bed Just to feel her again. That same feeling. The craving for touch, for nakedness, for the sex we used to have in our college days. But Kiyara was there. She handled me. She sensed something was off. She felt it too. She stopped me. And she made me stop. Before I could break the boundary I had set for us. Sex The only thing I've never done with her after my marriage… was to have sex. Not because I was being loyal to Natasha or trying to follow some moral code. No. It was because I didn't want to corrupt kiyara. I didn't want her to feel like I was using her. Because that's not true. I love Kiyara. We had been intimate before I got married. And for me, that was never just about the physical.

Kiyara's Point of View The sun was warm against my skin as I sat on the rough concrete bench of the university courtyard. My tray of food sat untouched on my lap, turning cold just like the emptiness slowly spreading inside my chest. Around me, life went on. Laughter floated in the air, students chatted about weekend plans, their latest crushes, gossip, and exams. The casual noise of normal life. But my life wasn't normal anymore. Not since he broke it. Not since the day Raghav stopped being mine... and became someone else's husband. I stared blankly at the ground, watching the little cracks in the cement, my fingers trembling slightly as they absentmindedly scrolled through my phone. I wasn't even looking for anything. Or maybe... deep down, I was. Maybe I was searching for something to hurt myself with. Something to confirm the nightmare that I kept praying wasn't real. And then... it came. Right there. A notification. A headline. A punch straight to my chest

Natasha. Sitting on the leather couch in the corner of his office, legs crossed, perfectly poised. She looked up slowly, eyes calm and unreadable, as if she'd been expecting me. "Kiyara," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "What a surprise." I stood frozen in the doorway, my breath caught somewhere between my throat and my lungs. My voice barely came out. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice low but tight with disbelief. Natasha's eyes gleamed as she turned toward me fully, that practiced smile never leaving her lips. "My dear husband called me here, we're increasing the years of our marriage contract" she said sweetly. My heart did a thud in my chest. "Don't look so shocked," Natasha whispered, stepping just a little closer. "It was bound to happen one day." "He would never_" I said, barely able to push the words out. My voice trembled. "Would never?" she cut in, her tone sharp. "You really think you know him? Kiyara, people change. Circumstances chang