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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Our first wedding anniversary— I can't believe it. My joy and happiness felt boundless. Tara's elegant red saree, her anklets jingling, Her bangles chiming—she stole my heart. She prepared my favorite sweets For me, on this auspicious day. But I was a fool, Too blind to offer the praise Her effort deserved. I had earrings for her— But my pride, my stubborn ego, Refused to give them. Truly, I am an ogre. And she? A fairy. My fairy.
-Ishaan's diary written after first anniversary of marriage
Ishaan's POV
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I confessed my feelings to Tara for the first time. I missed her badly. Those three days when she left my mansion felt like three thousand years.
Tara was an amazing wife. She always respected me, but I didn't treat her. At the beginning of our marriage, I distanced myself from her. We rarely spoke.
If I talked to her for five minutes, she would speak to me for five hours. I pretended not to listen, focusing on my laptop or phone, but I keenly heard every word from her mouth.
I admired her speech. Sometimes, I even recorded her voice on my laptop or phone.
But after a year, she changed. No, she changed because of me. She began distancing herself slowly, and I assumed she hated me.
Every day and night, she confirmed I ate and slept on time. She prepared delicious meals and took care of my every need.
She was flawless. She was a perfect wife.
But when she left the mansion, I felt lonely. I hate the moments of being aloof in my life again. I couldn't hear or feel her presence anymore.
I hated myself for not stopping her. I couldn't stop her because of my past life.
I hadn't prepared my heart or mind for the moment Tara would leave. I assumed we still had one month, but I never imagined she would celebrate a divorce party and leave me alone in the mansion.
I hated coming home after work. She was my home. Tara was my home.
I learned from the servants that she spoke to everyone in the Divan mansion over the phone except me.
