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Prologue

A Brief Description

Riddhima was head over heels in love with her husband, Vansh. Vansh discovers that she was originally sent as a spy to his life by his arch enemy, Kabir. In a series of misunderstandings , Vansh believes that his feelings were used against him and the woman he loved, betrayed him.
He took his revenge by humiliating his wife, Riddhima in the worst way possible. But did she really betray him? Riddhima knows she will be proved innocent eventually. But when she discovers Vansh's ugly revenge plan, she didn't want to be proved right anymore.

Broken, betrayed and shattered, Riddhima attempts to redraw the story of her life. But is it easy?
Can she rise as an independent woman?
Will she conquer the hostile feelings in her heart?
How will she fight a mafia ?
How will she move on?
Will love knock on her door again?

Vansh realises that Riddhima indeed loved him and he turned blind in his revenge. He returns to get his love back.
But is it too late?
What will he do when he discovers that another man has replaced his place in Riddhima's life?
Will Riddhima fight for her relations or will she give up ?
What will she do when Vansh brings havoc in her life in his obsession?

The night of Destruction

Riddhima laid her cheek on the cool tiles that acted as a relief for tears on her hot cheek. The rain was falling gently against the wooden pane, bringing a gentle breeze inside, but Riddhima could feel none of it. She traced patterns on the floor with her fingers, her body stretched on the floor of the dim lit room.

All of yesterday still felt like a dream, she couldn't even decide if it was a nightmare, for she felt numb to all things. It wasn't like she could change anything, strangely she didn't want to change too. The fact that Vansh was capable of hating her so much was killing her enough, no matter his reason. What would she have done if she had been in his place instead? Too broken maybe to do anything. Or was she blaming everything on him now? After all she was the one who was foolish enough to spy on him, thinking of him as a cruel person, a murderer, and that too for Kabir, that sly crush of hers.

He wanted to snatch the most precious thing from her. Humiliating her in front of the media as a madwoman, not acknowledging her as his wife and bringing another woman as his wife to mock her were enough things he could do to achieve this goal. But, she had been distraught by the loss of his love. He didn't know that he and his love was most precious to her, more than any thing, more than any emotion. The knowledge of how much she has lost to him, for her to not feel burnt by her humiliation done by him but by his hatred towards her, was sickening. She couldn't recognise herself anymore.