They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Sitaro,se bhari hui raate pasand hai, Dur se sunni uski Baate pasand hai!!! Tareef ke qabil hain uske baal bhi par, Mujhko zyada uski Aankhein pasand hain!!
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Happy 800k guys (jab Maine editing ki announcement ki thi tab 650k reads the and kabhi socha nahi ki vapis log engage krne lgege is book par... bcoz break bhot jyada thaa chapter me but thank you old readers jo abhi tak mere sath hai and and baki sare new readers 🥺..ye lo gift me update, exam ke bad karne wali thi par abhi kar dia 👉👈)
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Mishti's fingers curled around the edge of her desk as she exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. The hum of the classroom, the rustling of pages, the occasional murmur of students settling into their seats—it all felt distant, like white noise in the background of her racing thoughts.
She had been here before. Not this college, not this classroom—but in a place that once held the same promise, the same dreams. And yet, back then, she had walked away.
Not because she wanted to. But because she had no choice.
Her fiancé hadn't understood. He had never tried to. He had wanted a version of her that fit into his world—silent, compliant, contained within the walls of a home he had built for her. And she had let herself shrink to fit inside it, sacrificing parts of herself piece by piece, until there was almost nothing left.
But life was strange.
Because now, here she was again.
Not because she fought alone.
But because her husbandwith her.
Adair.
He had seen her, truly seen her—not as someone to be molded, but as someone who deserved to grow. He hadn't asked her to choose between love and dreams. He had given her both.
And now, she was back. A new college. A new beginning. A new her.
She smoothed the creases in her top, feeling the unfamiliarity of jeans hugging her legs, a stark contrast to the soft folds of fabric she had grown used to.
