They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Hasil toh bahot kuch karna tha Zindagi me Tum aayein toh hasratein Tum tak hi Mehdood ho gyi
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I know my updates have been coming late, and I understand some readers are leaving and that's okay. I just don't really know how to explain my situation right now.
But to those who've been waiting since 2023 😭 seriously, where are your feet? Because I'd fall at them 🥺🛐
I'm genuinely so grateful that most of my readers are so mature and understanding. It means more than you know.
That said, I've been getting messages asking why I'm stretching the story, telling me to just let Adair take his revenge and end it. But guys... I'm the one writing it. I know where the story is going.
Yes, he will take his revenge. But the main plot isn't revenge.
Trust me,when you read the revenge part... and especially what comes after it your minds are going to be blown 😌
It's just that I'm not getting enough time to write right now. Otherwise, trust me, no one wants to complete RP asap more than I do.
And about Tina... let me just share this now she's going to have her own book ..So chill.
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The car doors shut almost at the same time, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet parking lot. The evening sun had begun to soften, casting long shadows across the concrete. For a brief second, everything seemed ordinary. Then Adair lifted his eyes and saw the board mounted above the glass entrance.
Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences.
The words felt like an accusation.
His chest tightened instantly. He turned to Lakkhan, disbelief flashing across his face before anger followed. "Are you out of your mind, Lakkhan? Do you think Mishti is mentally ill?"
Lakkhan shut the car door slowly and faced him without aggression. "No, my brother. Psychiatrist doesn't always mean you have to become mentally ill to visit. It means something is confusing. It means something needs understanding."
But Adair was not listening. The word psychiatrist had already pierced his pride, his denial, his fear. He stepped back toward the car and grabbed the handle. "That's it. We're going back."
Before the door could open, Lakkhan caught his wrist. His grip was firm but not violent. "Are you serious, Adair? Please control your emotions. Don't you want to know what is actually happening with her?"
The mention of her made something explode inside Adair. He yanked his hand free and shoved Lakkhan in the chest. "I want to know, but not like this. She is not broken, understand that. And forget I ever told you anything."
