Life could shatter in an instant, a fragile mosaic crumbling under unforeseen forces. Shreya had heard tales of such upheavals, but now she lived one—moments ago, her heart brimmed with joy, ready to surrender to the man who claimed it. Yet fate, capricious and cruel, intervened. What she had planned as a day of revelation twisted into horror, her beloved now sprawled in a crimson pool, his lifeblood seeping into the cold asphalt under the night's indifferent gaze.
The flashback ignited from that morning, after her conversation with Pia, as Shreya wandered the Maheshwari mansion's sunlit corridors. Marble floors gleamed like polished ivory under her footsteps, the air scented with fresh orchids from crystal vases that lined the walls, their petals unfurling in vibrant pinks and whites. Sh
