I sat quietly on the edge of the cot, my dupatta pulled low and my heart beating fast. After the long journey, I was shy and nervous to finally meet my husband again. When the door unlatched, I kept my eyes lowered, adjusting my bangles with trembling fingers. He stepped inside. I heard him clear his throat. Gathering courage, I slowly looked up expecting the familiar face I had married. But the moment my eyes met his, my smile vanished. This wasn't him, my husband. This was a stranger. My breath hitched as I stood up, stepping back in confusion. "A-ap kaun ho? Mera pati kahan hai?" (W-Who are you? Where is my husband?) The man didn't answer right away as he looks equally confused with my reaction. And in that quiet moment, fear slowly wrapped itself around my pounding heart. A twisted story of tangled destinies had just begun and I was standing at the very center of it. This story is set on 1980's on rural area.