Aarohi sat by the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. Each drop reminded her of the tears she had cried over the last few weeks. Trust ~ it was supposed to be the foundation of love, yet hers had crumbled like a house of cards.

Her relationship with Aman had been picture-perfect, or so she thought. They had met during a book launch, both reaching for the same copy of The Alchemist. Their laughter over the coincidence led to coffee, conversations, and eventually, a relationship. Aman’s charm, his ability to make her feel seen, had been irresistible.

For three years, they built a life together. Aman knew her fears, her dreams, and even the pain she never shared with anyone else. She...