Chapter 46
The warm buzz of celebration filled the evening air as Arohi returned to the wedding venue with Ahan in her arms. The fairy lights danced above them, music swirled around, and laughter echoed—but inside her, a storm brewed. She settled down at their table, placing Ahan on the seat next to her and helping him with his food. Her hands moved mechanically—breaking a roti, pouring him water, wiping a little sauce off his cheek—while her mind drifted elsewhere. She thought she was over him. She believed the pain, the betrayal, the void he left had all been buried deep under years of distance, work, and motherhood. But seeing Ishaan again—with Ahan in his arms—and Racheal at his side, brought everything rushing back. The warmth of his old smile. The coldness in his eyes when he asked for a
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