Her:

I never believed in love. For me, it was always something that existed in books, movies, and other people’s stories. I never experienced it, not in school, not in college, not even once in all the years I spent in India and abroad. My world was small, safe, untouched by romance.

Until that flight.

One stranger, One pair of eyes that made my heartbeat stumble, made my palms sweat, made me feel something I never thought I could. I didn’t even know his name, yet I carried the memory of him like a secret fire inside me. All I wanted was to tell my best friend about this miracle I’d found in the sky. But fate had other plans - plans so cruel that they ripped my world apart.

He was her groom. The man I had fallen for belonged to my best friend. And just days before the wedding, tragedy struck. She saved my life….. and lost hers. I survived, but survival became my punishment.

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Him:

She was mine. My fiancée, my anchor, my reason to believe in forever. I loved her in a way I thought nothing could ever break. But fate is merciless. In an instant, I lost her.

And the one who lived…. was her best friend.

I couldn’t understand it, couldn’t accept it. Why her? Why not the one I loved? Every time I looked at her face, I saw the absence of the woman I’d lost. My grief twisted into rage, my love into hatred. I wanted her to feel the same emptiness that consumed me. So I made a vow. If she survived, then she would pay.

I married her, not for love, but for revenge. Not to cherish, but to break.

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