She wasn't supposed to be in his life. He wasn't supposed to care.
But fate doesn't ask permission.
Hiding from a dark past that nearly destroyed her, she ends up in the most unexpected place living secretly in the bedroom of a stranger, hidden from...
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Two Month Later
She stayed.
After everything, after the words that cut too deep, after the wounds neither of them knew how to mend, she stayed.
But the woman in front of him wasn’t the same.
She wasn’t the girl who once sat beside him, voice full of longing, telling him how she had dreamed of a family of laughter at the dinner table, of love that didn’t come with conditions, of a place where she truly belonged.
That girl was gone.
Now, even in the warmth of his home, surrounded by people who welcomed her, she was cold.
She smiled when expected. She responded when spoken to. She nodded, agreed, followed. But none of it was real.
She had become a ghost. A shadow wearing her own skin.
And the worst part?
No one else seemed to notice.
To them, she was quiet, respectful, well-behaved. To him, she was a stranger. A woman who had once loved him and now sat across from him at the dining table, picking at her food like she was fulfilling an obligation.
She used to argue over the smallest things. If the food was too salty. If he folded the laundry the wrong way. If he took too long to text back.
Now?
He set the plate in front of her. She picked up the spoon and ate. No complaints. No comments.
Abhi watched her, something twisting in his chest.
He had prepared himself for her anger, her resentment. He was ready for the war.
But this silence?
It was unbearable.
He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.”
She didn’t look up. “I’m fine.”
Her voice was flat.
Distant.
Empty.
He swallowed. “If you don’t like it, I can-”
“It’s fine,” she said again. And that was the end of the conversation.
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The house was silent except for the soft rustle of the curtains against the open window. Abhi lay awake beside Dhvani, watching her chest rise and fall in sleep, her body so still, as if she were barely there.
But then, he felt her tremble beside him as she whimpered.
His brows furrowed.
Her breathing turned uneven, shallow, almost panicked. Then, suddenly....
