Theodore's pov
There was a time I knew every breath she took.
The way her chest rose when she lied.
The tremble in her lashes when she was afraid.
The scent of rose water when she cried.
And then…
she vanished.
Like smoke.
Like she never existed.
I searched every border.
Every phone trace.
Every whisper .
Nothing.
The silence was a scream in my bones.
They said she forgot.
Lies.
Taniya can’t forget me.
A connection like ours doesn’t rot—it festers.
And it’s been festering in me for four years.
Every second she breathed without me…
Every time she dared live…
I burned.
They said she vanished.
No forwarding address.
No phone.
No whispers on the street.
Gone.
Like she had never existed.
But I remembered everything.
The way her eyes flinched when I said her name.
The curve of her voice when she lied and said she didn’t feel it too.
The betrayal in her silence.
I would’ve set fire to the Pacific just to hear her say my name again.
But she disappeared.
And I... I was left behind.
With the madness.
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Months Turned to Years
They told me to move on.
Even burak the man who once toasted our bond in Izmir’s underworld, distanced himself.
“She’s not yours to find, Theodore. Let her go. Abraham ahmad is not your war.”
But they didn’t understand.
She wasn’t a woman.
She was a scar God carved into me.
You don’t move on from scars. You live inside them.
So I watched. I waited.
And in time—news came from unexpected cracks.
The Return of the Ghost
I didn’t storm in through the gates.
No.
That’s not how men like me return from the grave.
I made friends.
With the corrupt.
With the greedy.
With the ones who whispered in both Abraham’s and Sunidhi singhania's ears.
I sat at their poker tables.
Funded their silent campaigns.
Exchanged favors no one remembered making.
Until one day—
“The Malik Mansion is hosting a gala. For their daughter-in-law. And grandchild.
> “Niyamat,” someone murmured.
> “Taniya,” I whispered.
A Turkish political deal.
A rumored child with dark hair and wide eyes.
A Malik daughter-in-law rising to power.
Her.
Taniya Malik.
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Three Weeks Ago
The invitation arrived quietly.
A fundraiser.
A gathering of mafias, political players, and “neutral friends of the Malik family.”
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