Book 4 in the Proposal Series.
YUGANTIKA IYENGAR
"You cannot fight your doom. It will fucking destroy you, Pookie."
She laughed, wrecking it deep within her guts. A voice that could slice through all the weak hearts. "No one can bring doom on me."...
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YUGANTIKA
There were lost chances and lost choices.
They have always been there, a constant part of Yugantika's life. Or not so much of a part—ghosts that haunted the corridors of her mind, lingering just beyond reach. They had always been there, shadowing every step for her, a constant reminder of what could have been. Or perhaps, what never truly was. These were the chances that had slipped through her fingers, opportunities she never knew existed until they were long gone, and choices she was never allowed to make.
Each day had been a search, a desperate attempt to reclaim what had been lost and grasp at anything that could fill the void. But the harder she searched, the more elusive they became. Some chances she found, only to watch them vanish before her eyes. She had never even glimpsed others, their existence a cruel reminder in the back of her mind. And so, she let them go, one by one, each loss leaving its imprint on her.
Leaving her feeling incomplete, like a puzzle with too many missing pieces. She had tried to fill the gaps, to move on, but the emptiness clung to her, a silent companion in crowded rooms. The noise of the world around her only amplified her solitude, the faces blending into a blur of indifference. She was surrounded, yet so profoundly alone.
She had considered being alone was enough, for so long.
And alone was good, better when it led her away from choices she didn't make.
The lost chances she had, well, they now seemed nothing but dust to her air.
But this marriage was a choice. One she had somehow trudged on, hovered above, and nodded yes for.
Because being alone wasn't a choice she made, it was thrusted to her, more like she was pushed into solitude.
Now she had a way out of it.
This time, Yugantika could have someone—just hers, and hers alone. Not a partner, but a piece of herself, someone who would stay by her side, through every storm and every trial. This marriage, despite her fears, was a chance—a fragile, uncertain chance at survival. It was a lifeline she secured, something to hold onto when the world felt like it was slipping away.
Her child.
This union would give her that, choice. More than a contract. It was her possibility—hope that perhaps, this time, she wouldn't be left behind. This time, she could gain someone, something lasting. Someone who would entirely be hers.
She had watched Netra caress her baby bump with jealousy, every second that she smiled tenderly towards the little hurricane that kept announcing its presence to the world.
And jealousy was an emotion much disliked by her, Yugantika had to have what made her feel it.
