She divorced me looking at my property,

e was the

to win, piece by piece, through her lawyers. No, it was the silence that crawled up the walls of my home, whispering h

me I rolled over, I expected to see her-reading late into the night with those square glasses she w

ling for hours and whispered i

e, no an

e table from Milan we picked together. The bookshelf where her old college novels st

e betrayal. But I wasn't interested in anything. I wasn't Ayaan Mehra, the golden architect, anymore.

he window watching the monsoon

ar

was just standing on the other side of the road, staring at the home we had once sh

ream. I stood frozen, heart in my t

oming back. She just wanted to

-

harp, her case airtight. She claimed emotional damage, contribution to my business'

business. I agreed. I gave her the Hyderabad penthouse. Transferred

er. Or so

signed. The real war begins afterward-i

ery line I drew: "You overthink your structures, Ayaan. Make them softer." I started questioning my instincts. My creativ

amar barged into my flat with two

is," he said, slapping t

n." There she was-posing with a glass of champagne beside some businessman I didn't recognize. The article praised he

dn't b

me," I w

e. Your brand. Your blueprin

uded a quote fro

mirror of the person who creates it. And

k something. Instead, I laughed-a sharp,

The investigation. Not b

m

-

d and quiet. No unnecessary questions. I told her I needed everything on Kiar

perties," she said. "What

ruth,"

eded to know why. Why the woman who spoke of stardust and poetry, who

itika fed me pieces of a p

r uncle-Ramesh Kapoor-was a known real estate manipulator in Mumbai. Several shell companies, offshore accounts,

ner? Planned. She

ized my previous designs, researched my team, and eve

re relat

And I had play

irely by someone else. Maybe by life. By ambition. But

shared rewound and reshaped itself. The late-night talks.

the twist I

her team. It was a conversation between Kiara and an anon

didn't plan to fall in love. But it's ha

d at th

destroyed me..

only for

everything-

e betrayal. But it

-

of avoidance, I finally

er side of

l, blue envelope stuck b

opened it. Her handwr

Ay

ways I can never fully explain. You deserved truth, and I gav

rified me. Because I was never meant to belong to someone real. I was built on plan

d destroy what little g

me. But I loved you.

eserve it, but because you

Ki

ed it back where I found

came. Jus

once screamed her na

ng was begin