The suitcase wheels rolled across the marble floor with a quiet scrape.
Yet in the suffocating silence of the mansion, the faint sound echoed like thunder.
Every pair of eyes followed Samaira as she walked toward the door.
The same woman who had once entered this house with hesitant hope now walked out with something far colder in her gaze.
Her steps were steady.
Her spine straight.
But the air around her carried the weight of something that had just shattered beyond repair.
No one moved.
No one dared.
The echo of her last words still lingered in the hall.
*You may have started this war… but I will finish it.*
Just as her hand reached the door handle—
Mahendra’s voice broke the silence.
But he wasn’t looking at Samaira.
He was looking at Advait.
“Advait.”
Advait didn’t turn.
Mahendra stepped forward, disappointment burning in his eyes.
“Raat ke iss waqt tum usse aise jaane doge?”
(At this hour of the night, you’re really going to let her walk out like this?)
Advait remained silent.
Mahendra’s voice hardened.
“Tum usse nafrat karte ho, theek hai.”
(You hate her. Fine.)
“Lekin itni bhi insaniyat nahi bachi ki kam se kam use iss andheri raat mein akela na bhejo?”
(But don’t you have enough humanity left to stop her from stepping out alone into the dark night?)
A murmur rippled through the hall.
Pramita stepped beside him.
Her voice trembled with anger.
“Mahendra bilkul sahi keh rahe hain.”
(Mahendra is absolutely right.)
“Jo bhi hua ho… tum use iss tarah akela nahi jaane de sakte.”
(Whatever happened… you cannot let her leave alone like this.)
Advait finally turned.
His expression was cold. Controlled.
“She always wanted freedom,” he said flatly.
“I finally gave it to her.”
Mahendra stared at him in disbelief.
“This isn’t freedom,” he said quietly.
“This is cruelty.”
The word hung in the air like a blade.
Before Advait could respond—
A sharp sound interrupted.
Glass crunching under a shoe.
Kartik stepped forward.
The shattered remains of his wine glass lay near his feet, but he didn’t even glance down.
His eyes were fixed on Advait.
“Bas,” Kartik said.
(Enough.)
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Romance**Her wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. Instead, it became the day her world collapsed.** Samaira had it all-until Advait, the man she trusted, shattered her dreams on their wedding day. Left standing at the altar, humiliated and...
