Book #1 of psychopath series
She's soft for the one who deserves but for 𝖍𝖎𝖒 she's just his little psychotic wifey!
"you killed him? Seriously?"
"Yes darling, so what?"
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"I swear you'...
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Damn it. God, what did I even do to deserve this?
Here I am—watching the only love of my life getting smeared with haldi by other people. Smiling. Laughing. Glowing. And not for me. For someone else. For her so-called fiancé.
And to make it worse, I can see my mother smirking in my direction like she’s watching her favorite drama unfold live. Why, mom? Why do you always have to do this? You know what this is doing to me.
Everyone is giggling and applying haldi to the couple. Couple, my foot.
“OMG! What a pleasant surprise. You’re here, Ani?”
I turned, unfazed. “As per my knowledge, Mr. Vivaan Sherawat, this is my house.”
Rudra and Sid flanked me like my personal emotional bodyguards.
Vivaan raised an eyebrow. “You were supposed to leave for New York, weren’t you?”
Why is he smirking at me?
“Now I’m not. Happy?”
“Very much, Ani!” he mock-wailed and lunged for a hug. Ugh. I shoved him off like a mosquito.
“Behave, Viv. We’re at a function,” Rudra scolded, throwing him a deadly glare. Viv zipped his mouth instantly. Only Rudra can tame that chaos.
“I like the fear on his face,” Sid commented, sipping his virgin mojito and smirking.
Viv rolled his eyes and walked off to join Vishal and Rudy.
“Such a kid, God,” Sid muttered.
Then he turned to me. “Anyway… what’s the real reason? Why did you cancel your ticket?”
I exhaled slowly. “That’s a long story. And—I didn’t cancel it.”
Rudra narrowed his eyes. “I hate long stories. But… never mind. I’m glad you’re here. Facing it. That’s something.”
“I’m leaving for Oberoi Mansion by evening,” I replied, finally sitting down.
But my eyes… they betrayed me. They found her.
There she was, dressed in yellow. Radiating sunshine. Looking ethereal—like a dream that never belonged to me in the first place. So mesmerizingly beautiful that it hurt to breathe.
“Stop running, Ani. You’ve got to face this and move on,” Sid said quietly.
Move on. As if it's just a decision you take with morning coffee.
It’s not that simple. It’s not even close.
Sid never had to stand still while his heart was ripped out of his chest like this. Never had to watch her—his person—being celebrated with someone else.
I’ve endured losses, betrayals, pain… but this? This is torture.
I’m not sad because she’s getting married. No. I’m happy because she’s happy.
