The Other Woman のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 78

Kiyara's point of view The first rays of sunlight streamed gently through the small wooden window, casting golden patterns over the floor. I was crouched beside my stove, flipping rotis with one hand and adjusting the flame with the other. The air smelled of smoke and wheat-and home. A tiny shuffle behind me made me pause. I turned. Esha. There she was-my little miracle, walking in that wobbly way toddlers do, half crawling, half stumbling forward like the floor was too soft and the world too new. Her tiny fingers wrapped around the bamboo fence I'd built around the stove. For her safety. My eyes softened instantly. "Mumma," she squealed, her toothy grin lighting up her face. I let out a breathless laugh, turning off the stove. I wiped my hands quickly and scooped her up in my arms. "Good morning, my baby," I whispered, kissing her soft cheek. She clung to me, warm and small in her morning sleepiness. "Mumma... baby goats! Baby goats!" I laughed. "Yes, yes, I know. You

(Raghav's Point of View)Location: Kashi | Time: Late Night, near Ganga GhatThe city was chaos wrapped in divinity-Kashi. A place where death met salvation, where every breath carried the smoke of agarbatti and the weight of a thousand chants. The narrow lanes curled like ancient veins around temples, homes, and history. The smell of sandalwood, marigold, ghee, and dust wrapped around me like a memory.In my hand, the rudraksh mala hung loosely-its beads cold against my skin. The same mala she had tied around my neck. I used to believe in God once.Before her.Before Natasha.Before everything I was crumbled like dust.The day I put sindoor in another woman's hair, I had buried my faith alongside my soul. But tonight, standing under the dark velvet sky of Kashi, with the stars hidden behind city smoke and temple bells echoing in the distance-I felt something stir inside me.Hope. Maybe just a flicker, but it was there.I walked toward the ancient Shiv Mandir that stood at the edge

Raghav cupped her cheeks gently, as if touching a fragile dream he was afraid to shatter.His thumbs trembled against her damp skin, brushing the tears that refused to stop. His gaze searched hers like a man searching for light after years of darkness."Kiyu… it's really you," his voice cracked, barely more than a whisper — aching, raw, and breathless.A tear slipped down her cheek as she saw him, the man she thought she could never see again. For three years, she had imagined this moment. But now that it was here, everything felt more fragile than ever.Kiyara's lips parted, her eyes swimming with tears. She gave a slight nod, the movement almost invisible, but it was enough.A sob escaped him — soft, strangled."I tried to find you everywhere…" he confessed, his brows furrowed with pain. "Every day, every night…every damn place"Kiyara opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Her breath shook as her lips trembled."Raghav..I… I missed you,…" she finally managed, her voice breaki

Two Months Later –The skyline outside their house was different now—sleek towers, foreign language hoardings, and the unfamiliar scent of a new land. But inside, within the four walls they now called home, everything had started to feel like theirs.Raghav was now handling the main branch of his company abroad, a position of greater responsibility, yet he had not left behind the ones who stood with him in darkness—Leela and Bilal were right there, part of his growing world.What was once broken had now begun to rebuild.And at the center of it was love.Today, love was taking its grandest form.Their wedding._______The resort sparkled like a dream—hanging lights draped across the gardens like golden threads, soft music in the background, and the scent of fresh roses blended with incense.Guests were scattered throughout the open venue, chatting and laughing, the air rich with celebration.Three-year-old Esha twirled on the lush green grass in her beautiful bottle-green dress, her l