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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My dear twin sister,
I can't message or text you since Ishaan broke my phone in a fit of anger, so I decided to write this letter instead. I needed to communicate with you directly.
People around you might blame Ishaan, but don't believe them. We had a fight, and yes, he slapped me, but the mistake was mine, not his.
I knew Jaya was recording everything on her phone when it happened. She might try to use this incident to create a rift between you and Ishaan.
I'm truly sorry for leaving you alone in this critical time of your life. But I'm doing this for us. I don't have time to explain everything right now, but I promise I'll share everything with you soon.
I suspect Ishaan went through something difficult in his past. Try to find out what it was. I always love you, sister. Stay safe.
P.S. I didn't read anything in the diary when I placed this letter inside.
With affection, Rivan
Tara's POV
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I exhaled, realizing this letter was from Rivan, not Ishaan. I read the letter again and again, searching for any hidden clues.
But I found nothing. Sighing, I placed the letter back inside the diary.
Just then, I heard the doorbell. I rushed to the door, twisting the knob frantically.
Standing there was Mahira, holding two bags in her hands. I didn't even greet her. She walked inside with authority as I stood there, astounded by her sudden appearance.
Though our moms are best friends, Mahira and I never developed a bond like that.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" I muttered.
Mahira said nothing. She handed me one of the bags. She signaled for me to open it. I glowered at her.
