The long white mattresses were laid neatly on the floor, running to each other in the hall.
Each place was set with brass thali, bowls of sabzi, dal, poori, chutney and sweeties already spooned in, and soft chapatis stacked under clean muslin clothes.
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She loved him for 15+ years... They were childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life... But one cruel incident... Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering her heart into pieces. **** Everyone pities the wife who marries a man still in love with someone else. But what about her? The girl he loved first. The one he promised forever. The one he left behind. They call her the other woman- They portray her a villian. This is her story. But the woman who loved him first- And paid the price for it. π»π―π¬ πΆπ»π―π¬πΉ πΎπΆπ΄π¨π΅ A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha You are warned, this story is not an easy read, if you are sensitive or uncomfortable with complex narratives, mystery, please refrain from reading it.
Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story) (This story is available on scrollstack if you're reading this story on any other app... Pleasekindly inform me)
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