All Chapters of The Other Woman : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KIYARA POINT OF VIEW (Next day)I was sitting in my room, the lights off, the world outside silent.And slowly... the darkness inside me began to rise.It wasn't just the room it was the kind of darkness that lived in my chest, creeping into my thoughts, pulling me back into the memories I'd spent years trying to forget.I couldn't help but imagine those days... the days at the orphanage.The orphanage.God, I hated that place.I was just a little girl, maybe five or six. Small, quiet, scared.And they knew it.The older kids, the caretakers... they didn't care.They pushed me around like I was nothing. Snatched food from my hands. Pulled my hair. Hit me when no one was watching and sometimes even when they were.There was a caretaker . She used to slap me just for crying. Called me names. Told me I was "unwanted," "a burden," "worthless."I'd hide under the cot in the corner just to feel safe. Meals? That was the worst part of the day.They never served food like we mattered.The

RAGHAV'S POINT OF VIEWI was devastated. I didn't know how to understand her... or what really happened to me that day.FLASHBACK (That day in the office before Kiyara arrived)Raghav's father, Viren Kashyap, sat in the apartment, staring at the declining business reports with a deep frown. His grip on the paper tightened as he read through the mounting losses, the once-stable empire slipping through his fingers.How could this be happening? How could his son be so foolish?The Singhanias had pulled out. The Rathores followed. Raghav was once his proudest asset an obedient son, a business prodigy.But now? Now, he was nothing but a reckless boy blinded by a woman who had no place in their world."We lost our deals with the Singhanias, and now the Rathores! What the hell is happening, Raghav? Why are you letting everything slip away?"He had seen the look in his father's eyes calculating, cold. Not the gaze of a father disappointed in his son, but of a businessman watching his empire c

NATASHA'S POINT OF VIEW I stood at the kitchen counter, carefully arranging his favourite food on a tray. I had spent hours preparing every dish, every spice, every garnish. Just the way he liked. Or... used to like. It had been three months. Three months since she walked away. Three months of silence. Of no calls. No texts. Nothing. And in these three months, I watched Raghav slowly fall apart. He barely ate. Barely slept. The man I had loved...waited for it to slip into pieces right in front of me. Tonight, I just wanted to care for him. Just be there for him... as a wife should be. No expectations. No arguments. Just a quiet presence. Yes the drama I did 3 months ago was not necessary and wrong. But what option did I have? Kiyara should stop clinging to a man whose commitment is with me.. I know I was rude.. but I was not wrong. I lifted the tray and made my way toward his room. That room. The one he had always kept locked from me. The one I wasn't supposed to ent

AT THE CONCERT The air buzzed with excitement as I entered the stadium. Thousands of people roared, bright lights flashed across the massive stage, and a giant screen displayed Raghav’s face as he held the mic. I stood among strangers, my heart pounding. I had told myself I was coming for closure... a proper goodbye. But when I saw him on stage, I knew some wounds never close, and some goodbyes never truly happen. Then… I saw her. Natasha. She was sitting in the front row. … quiet. So quiet Her eyes were on Raghav, glistening with unshed tears. She didn’t look like a wife claiming her man. She looked like a woman about to lose. And maybe, deep down she already had. I turned to leave. I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. I should’ve known it would hurt. But before I could even take another step, the spotlight fell on me. I froze. A camera zoomed in, and suddenly my stunned face flashed across the giant screen. What the hel

FLASHBACK ENDS THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "It was a backstage bar...reserved only for musicians and singers performing at the concert tonight." She didn't know how many drinks she'd had. Five? Six? Something with vodka. Maybe rum. Didn't matter. Nothing did. Not when your world ends, and the person you loved more than life marries someone else. Kiyara sat at the bar, chin in hand, staring blankly at the melting ice in her glass. People laughed. Music thumped. Lights flickered. But everything around her was background noise. She was numb. Except for her stomach, which was spinning. And her heart, which was... god, it was done. And then she saw him. Raghav. Her vision blurred. At first she thought it was the alcohol. But no. It was him. He was real. His shirt was slightly open. His hair a mess. His eyes bloodshot. And god...he reeked of whiskey. "Enough, Kiyaraaa..." he slurred, reaching her like a mess of broken glass barely held together. She didn't e