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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Two days have passed Since I shattered her bangles—our bangles And left a scar, not just on her hand But deep within my soul. I should have treated her like my queen, But I behaved like the ogre they say I am. And maybe, they're right. I lied to her that day, But who am I lying to now?
I miss her—badly. Her words, once gentle like a breeze, Were the medicine my heart needed. Now, the silence between us screams louder than any argument. She hasn't come back. Not even a glance my way. Am I meant to be alone forever?
I said I wanted this divorce— But what I feel now is only regret. I wish I could pull her close, Apologize, kiss her... feel her warmth again. But my pride—my rage— They're the real enemies. I am trapped by my own anger, My stubbornness, my ego. And now, I wonder... Will I ever see my fairy again? Or should I live in this endless torment?
-From Ishaan's present diary entry
Ishaan's POV
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I closed my diary, a glumness weighing on my face. Tara's fragrance was fading from my room, day by day. I placed my diary inside a secret drawer on my nightstand.
I slept on her mattress, hoping to feel her presence around me after she left the Divan mansion. I turned off the light and placed my head on her pillow. My bedroom had echoes of Tara's words and our arguments. Her voice lingered in my ears.
I inhaled her scent from the blanket, trying to console my heart, which ached for her. I decided to close my eyes and sleep, hoping to see Tara in my dreams.
In my dream, she was there. My exquisite Tara, holding my hands and dancing with me. Her smile brought happiness to my soul that I missed these days. She was happy with me. But then, her gaze shifted from me to Dhruv, who stood beside us.
I felt a surge of anger. Dhruv, even in my dreams? I raised my fist, ready to strike him. But before I could, I heard a knocking sound. The noise pulled me from my dream, snapping me back to reality.
I snorted as I sat up, irritated that someone had disturbed my beautiful dream of my fairy. I halted before opening the door, a strange feeling settling in.
