She had everything- A glittering skyline at her window, parents who adored her, a lover who swore the stars would bow to her smile. At twenty-eight, Aarika Singhania ruled her empire-a company she'd built from dust and ambition. She was everything which a girl dreams of. Her life was perfect. Too perfect. Until one night-screeching tires, shattered glass, and then-nothing. When she opened her eyes again... the world wasn't hers anymore. A cramped bedroom. Faded walls. Two small faces staring at her with tear-filled eyes- "Mommy?" Her reflection in the cracked mirror was a stranger-twenty-one, tired, beautiful in a way that carried pain. A ring on her finger, a man's shirt hanging on the door, and two toddlers calling her mother. The CEO of a billion-dollar company... now a young wife in a life she never lived. Who was the woman she replaced? Where did her own body go? And can she return to the world that once bowed to her name- or is she destined to rewrite her fate in this borrowed skin? Her heart says it's a second chance. Her mind whispers it's a trap.

For four years, she lived as a forgotten wife in her own marriage. She had entered it young and patient, believing understanding could fill the spaces where love was missing. She waited. She adjusted. She faded. Days passed without words, nights without warmth, and slowly she realized she was no longer living-only enduring. The day her patience broke was quiet. No arguments, no tears-just clarity. Staying meant losing herself completely. So she chose freedom. Leaving gave her a second chance at life, at happiness, at becoming whole again. But the past does not release its hold so easily. Memories linger, scars ache, and broken love has a way of following you. She was ready to live again. But would her past let her?

Once, Adwita was gentle in a world that did not know how to be. She trusted easily, loved deeply, and believed that goodness was enough to protect her. It wasn't. Adwita. A name as unique as the story it carries Life placed her at crossroads she never asked for, forcing her to choose when she was still learning who she was. Some choices bruised her. Some changed her forever. And some taught her that innocence, once lost, does not disappear-it evolves. She was hurt. She broke quietly. She rebuilt herself slowly. What emerged was not bitterness, but strength. Not cruelty, but clarity. Adwita learned to stand by her decisions, to own her mistakes, and to rise from them with her head held high. The girl who once feared the world now meets it without apology. She is no longer just innocent. She is fierce-and proud of who she has become. --- Know more about her life. Her heartbreaks. ----