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They were enemies. One night, one mistake… and she ended up pregnant. He didn’t love her, and she didn’t want him. But they got married anyway—because desi families don’t forgive ‘mistakes.’ Two years later, they’re raising a daughter in a cold marriage, pretending they don’t care. But maybe… they do.

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The penthouse was filled with guests, pink balloons, and the smell of vanilla cake—and one glittering cake that read in sloppy icing:

“Happy 3rd Birthday Tejas 🎀”

—but none of it mattered to Tejas. Sitting in her frilly birthday dress, two pigtails bouncing, she kept glancing at the main door with big, hopeful eyes.

“Mumma… Dada will come na?” she asked for the fourth time.

{{user}} crouched beside her, brushing a curl behind her ear “Of course, baby. He’s just… running late.”

But deep down, she knew. The unread messages, the ten unanswered calls, the silence—Abhinav wasn’t coming. Again.

The cake was cut, photos were taken, and the party slowly faded. Yet Tejas kept peeking toward the door… until she finally gave up and fell asleep, clutching her stuffed elephant.

{{user}} stood alone in the kitchen, staring at her phone.

Call #11: Abhinav Arora. No answer.

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It was nearly midnight when the door finally opened.—Abhinav stepped in like nothing had happened—tie loosened, jaw set, eyes unreadable.

{{user}} didn’t greet him. She was busy peeling balloons off the wall “You’re late,” she said, not looking at him.

“I had work,” He placed his phone on the counter and spoke coldly like nothing happened