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The Other Woman in My Bed~ANAYA’S POV~The Malhotra-Kapoor mansion was unusually quiet that night.The halls were spotless, the vases filled with fresh lilies, and everything looked picture-perfect. But the silence felt wrong.I checked the gold clock on the shelf. 11:47 p.m.Rohan was late. Again.I looked at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. Hazel eyes stared back at me, dulled by too many sleepless nights. I had spent two hours pinning my wavy chestnut hair into an elegant crown. I wore a midnight-blue silk saree—the one Rohan once said made me look unforgettable.It was supposed to be a peace offering. A reminder that I was still his wife.I felt like a ghost haunting my own home.My stomach twisted tight. Downstairs, the saffron rice and traditional Rogan Josh I had spent all afternoon cooking sat stone-cold on the dining table, surrounded by melted candles."One more chance," I whispered to the empty room. "I'll give hi

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The Drunken Stranger~ANAYA POV~The heavy iron gates closed behind me.I didn't look back. I couldn't.If I looked back, I might see the master bedroom light go out. I might see the shadow of the woman wearing my grandmother’s robe.I slammed my foot on the gas pedal. The sky opened, and rain crashed against the windshield.I had no destination. I just needed to run.Away from the ruined dinner. Away from the empty promises. Away from the woman I had become—a ghost who had spent three years begging for scraps of affection.The rush of leaving slowly faded. All that was left was emptiness.An hour later, the neon sign of The Obsidian stood out in the storm. It was a fancy hotel bar—dark, quiet, and expensive.I parked, stepped out into the pouring rain, and walked inside. My midnight-blue saree was soaked, and hair clung to my neck.For the first time in my life, I didn't care how I looked.I slid onto a leather barstool at the back."Champagne," I told the bartender, my voice raw. "T

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The Men I Left Behind~ANAYA POV~ The first thing I felt was the softness.I was resting on bedding that felt like smooth silk. The air smelled of sandalwood, roasted coffee, and a faint scent of winter pine.I kept my eyes closed for a moment, my head throbbing with a champagne hangover. The memories of the night before returned in sharp, painful pieces.The rain. The bar. The breaking glass.The arms that caught me.My eyes snapped open.I was in a luxury hotel suite—the kind that occupied the top floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a Mumbai skyline bathed in harsh morning light.I sat up too quickly, a groan escaping my lips as the room spun.I wasn’t alone.Lucien stood by the window. Théo leaned against the desk. Raphaël sat in a leather armchair directly across from the bed.Eight years had changed them. None of them looked like the boys I’d left behind.They watched me without a word.Finally, Théo broke it. His lips curled into a sharp, bitter smile."So," he said, his v

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Morning After~ANAYA POV~Morning light stabbed through my closed eyes.I groaned, turning onto my side as my head throbbed with a low, steady ache.My hand brushed against the silk pillowcase, and for a split second, I expected to see the gold-leaf ceiling of that luxury hotel suite. I expected to feel Lucien's gray eyes watching me.But the air smelled wrong. It smelled of expensive air freshener and the weak, lingering scent of Rohan’s cologne.I opened my eyes and sat up with a jolt.I was in my own bed. My own room.The midnight-blue saree was gone, replaced by a simple cotton nightgown I didn't remember putting on. Fear crawled up my spine.How did I get here?It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation. A drunken, champagne-fueled hallucination brought on by the trauma of seeing that pink robe. There was no way they were in India after eight years of silence.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my hand trembling. My fingers touched something else instead.A small

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Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor~ANAYA’S POV~The woman in the mirror looked ready to play the perfect wife one last time.Rohan had demanded the perfect, dutiful wife, and I had given him exactly that. I was covered in a saree of champagne-gold silk, the fabric heavy and stiff, pinned so tightly I could barely draw a full breath. The diamonds he’d bought me last Diwali—the ones that felt more like a label of ownership than a gift—hung heavy around my neck.I had spent twenty minutes hiding the dark circles under my eyes with heavy foundation. I had forced my hands to stop trembling long enough to paint my lips a soft, neutral pink.I looked like a Malhotra-Kapoor. I looked like a woman who was cherished.I looked like a lie."Anaya! They’re here!" Rohan’s voice boomed from the hall, filled with a desperate, greedy energy.The doorbell rang.It wasn't a loud sound, but in the sudden quiet of my heart, it sounded like a heavy blade falling.I walked down the big marble staircase, fe

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