One year later.
The mansion was quieter now.
Not empty.
Just… quieter.
The loud footsteps that once echoed through the marble halls were gone. The sharp voice that used to command entire rooms into silence no longer existed within these walls. Even the staff had stopped expecting the sound of a black car pulling into the driveway at impossible hours of the night.
But somehow…
He was still everywhere.
In the untouched whiskey glass inside his office.
In the expensive black watch still resting beside the bed.
In the half-burnt cigar box nobody dared to move.
In the scent of oud and smoke that lingered in his wardrobe no matter how many times the room was cleaned.
And most dangerously—
In her.
Samaira stood silently on the balcony of the Shekhawat mansion, the early morning wind brushing against her black silk saree. The city beneath her was awake already. Cars moved. People lived. Time continued its cruel march forward.
But hers had stopped exactly one year ago.
Her fingers instinctively moved toward the thin mangalsutra hidden beneath the folds of her saree blouse.
The same mangalsutra.
The same one Advait had tied around her neck with arrogant confidence and infuriating calmness.
At the time, she had hated him for it.
Now it had become the only thing keeping her breathing.
Her thumb gently brushed against the tiny black beads as her eyes fluttered shut.
And suddenly—
“Mrs. Advait Singh Shekhawat…”
That teasing voice echoed inside her head so vividly that her chest physically hurt.
A broken smile touched her lips.
“You were so annoying,” she whispered softly into the wind.
The breeze answered with silence.
Behind her, the room remained dimly lit. Cold. Massive. Empty.
Empty in every way that mattered.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
“Ma’am?”
Samaira turned slightly.
It was Rhea.
Still loyal.
Still standing beside her after everything.
“There’s a meeting in twenty minutes,” Rhea informed carefully. “The Dubai shipment arrived safely.”
Samaira nodded once.
“Handle it.”
Rhea hesitated.
“You should come downstairs sometimes,” she said quietly. “Everyone worries about you.”
That almost made Samaira laugh.
Worries.
What a strange word.
People worried when something could still be saved.
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HIS UNFINISHED OBSESSION
Romance[Earlier known as UNWILLINGLY HIS..]. **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...
