Tara Divan, a sweet and kind-hearted woman with a fairy-like innocence, faces an unwanted situation: a party to celebrate her impending divorce from her husband, Ishaan.
Ishaan, who suffers from intermittent explosive disorder, is seen by many as a...
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Six months of journey with Tara as my wife made me realize her care and affection for me. Her naïve, grinning face is enough to turn my dullest day to joy. She started living in my heart the moment she entered my life as my wife. Tara is a fairy to me. But I am an ogre, unworthy of having a fairy in my life.
— From Ishaan's diary, written after six months of marriage.
TARA'S POV
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Ishaan!
I couldn't believe it.
What was he doing here? And why was he driving Dhruv's car?
The man who was supposed to be out of my life was now the one driving me to meet another.
I wanted to scream at him, demand to know what was going on, but I couldn't even form the words. My throat felt dry, my hands clenched into tight fists as I forced myself to ask.
"Ishaan, what are you doing here?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but the confusion and the sudden tension between us were unbearable.
He didn't flinch.
"Put your seatbelt on. I'll drop you off for your date." His voice was cool, almost indifferent, as if he wasn't bothered by the fact that I was meeting Dhruv tonight.
A flash of anger rose in me. He was taking me to Dhruv. My husband—soon-to-be ex-husband—was delivering me to another man.
My mind couldn't make sense of it, and yet, the weight of our current situation kept me silent. I glanced at my purse and realized with a sinking feeling that it was in Mahira's car, along with my phone. I had no other way to reach Dhruv or change my plans.
I swallowed hard, sinking deeper into the seat. This was humiliating.
As the car rolled down the street, the silence grew thick and unbearable. I watched the world outside pass by in a blur, my mind clouded with frustration, confusion, and... something I didn't want to admit—disappointment.
