Prologue
Dead Once, Loved Forever
Prologue — The Night She Chose Again
The first bullet struck the wall beside Priya Aulakh's head.
The sound exploded through the abandoned factory, scattering dust and pieces of concrete across the cold floor. Priya flinched violently, but there was nowhere left for her to run.
Her back hit a rusted metal pillar.
Her bare feet were cut and bleeding. Her cream-coloured dress, once carefully selected for what she had believed would be a romantic anniversary dinner, was torn at the hem and stained with dirt. A thin trail of blood slipped from the wound near her temple, but she barely felt it.
The pain inside her chest was far worse.
Standing several feet away were the two people she had trusted more than anyone else in the world.
Her boyfriend, Raghav Malhotra.
And her best friend, Meera Sethi.
Raghav held the gun.
Meera stood beside him, wearing the diamond bracelet Priya had gifted her on her last birthday.
For several seconds, Priya could only stare at them.
She kept waiting for one of them to laugh and tell her that this was some cruel misunderstanding. She wanted Raghav to lower the gun. She wanted Meera to rush forward, untie her wrists and explain why Priya had been dragged from her car and brought to this deserted place.
But neither of them moved to help her.
Instead, Raghav calmly adjusted his grip on the weapon.
Meera smiled.
It was not the warm smile Priya had known since college. There was no affection in it. No concern. No friendship.
Only satisfaction.
Priya's throat tightened.
"Why?" she whispered.
Her voice sounded small inside the enormous factory.
Rain hammered against the broken windows. Wind whistled through the damaged walls, carrying the smell of wet earth, oil and rust.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Meera tilted her head.
"You still haven't understood?"
"Understood what?" Priya's voice cracked. "You are my best friend."
A laugh escaped Meera.
The sound was so cold that Priya almost failed to recognize it.
"Best friend?"
Meera looked at Raghav, and the two of them shared an amused glance.
"I have hated you from the day we met."
Priya felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath her.
"No."
"Yes." Meera stepped closer. "Your perfect life. Your beautiful home. Your father's company. Your expensive clothes. Your servants. Your education. Everywhere we went, people noticed you first."
"I never treated you differently."
"That made it worse!" Meera snapped.
The hatred in her voice echoed through the building.
"You gave me things as though I should be grateful for whatever you no longer wanted. Clothes. Jewellery. Vacations. Invitations to parties I would never have entered without your name."
"I gave them to you because I loved you."
"You gave them to me because you pitied me."
"I never pitied you."
Meera's expression hardened.
"Do you know how humiliating it was to stand beside you? Every person who met us called me Priya Aulakh's friend. Never Meera. Never my own person. I was always the poor girl walking behind the heiress."
Tears filled Priya's eyes.
She searched Meera's face for even the smallest trace of the woman who had held her when her mother died. The friend who had slept beside her for weeks because Priya had been afraid to remain alone. The woman Priya had called her sister.
But that woman had never existed.
Priya slowly turned toward Raghav.
He had been part of her life for six years.
She had defended him when her father questioned his intentions. She had argued with her relatives when they said he was using her. She had given him access to her family's business, trusting that he would help preserve her father's legacy.
She had even planned to marry him.
"Raghav," she pleaded. "Please tell me she is lying."
His expression did not change.
"Meera isn't lying."
Priya's heart shattered.
Raghav reached for Meera's hand and pulled her against his side.
Meera leaned into him naturally.
Too naturally.
Priya stared at their joined hands.
A terrible realization began to form.
"How long?"
Raghav raised an eyebrow.
"How long have the two of you been together?"
Meera looked almost delighted by the question.
"Five years."
Priya stopped breathing.
Five years.
Raghav and Priya had been together for six.
That meant his affair with Meera had begun only a year after he entered Priya's life.
"No," Priya whispered. "That isn't possible."
"It is," Raghav replied calmly.
"All those business trips…"
"I was with Meera."
"The nights you said your mother was ill…"
"Meera and I were together."
"The hotel receipt I found in your coat?"
His lips curved into a cruel smile.
"You believed the explanation I gave you."
Priya closed her eyes as countless memories attacked her at once.
Missed calls.
Cancelled dinners.
Meera suddenly becoming unavailable on the same nights Raghav was busy.
Whispers that stopped whenever Priya entered a room.
The familiar perfume she had once smelled inside Raghav's car.
She had noticed everything.
But each time suspicion entered her mind, she had forced it away because she trusted them.
She had trusted them more than she trusted herself.
"Was any of it real?" she asked.
Raghav did not answer immediately.
Priya looked directly into his eyes.
"Did you ever love me?"
"No."
One word.
That was all it took to destroy six years of her life.
Raghav continued without remorse.
"I approached you because of your surname. I knew your father had no other heir. Once you trusted me, I thought gaining control of the Aulakh Group would be easy."
"My father warned me about you."
"He was smarter than you."
Priya recoiled as though he had slapped her.
Her father had begged her to remove Raghav from the company. He had told her that Raghav's ambition was dangerous.
But Priya had accused her father of judging the man she loved.
She had stopped speaking to him for nearly a month.
It had been the last month of her father's life.
The memory crushed her.
"What did you do to my father?"
For the first time, Raghav's expression shifted.
It was only a flicker, but Priya saw it.
Fear was quickly replaced by arrogance.
Meera smiled again.
"Tell her."
Raghav glanced at her.
"She is going to die anyway," Meera said. "She deserves to know how foolish she was."
Priya's entire body went cold.
Raghav exhaled.
"Your father discovered that I was transferring company funds through false accounts. He was preparing to report me and remove you from any position that allowed me access."
Priya shook her head.
"No…"
"We couldn't allow that."
"What did you do?"
Raghav's silence became the answer.
Priya struggled against the rope binding her wrists.
"What did you do to him?"
Meera spoke softly.
"We changed his medication."
A broken sound escaped Priya.
Her father's death had been ruled a heart attack.
He had collapsed in his bedroom while Priya was attending a party with Raghav. Meera had been the one who stayed beside Priya afterward. She had wiped Priya's tears and helped arrange the funeral.
All while knowing the truth.
"You murdered him."
"We accelerated what was already going to happen," Raghav said dismissively. "He had a weak heart."
"He trusted you!"
"He never trusted me. That was the problem."
Priya lunged toward him, but the rope around her wrists was secured to the pillar. It cut painfully into her skin and pulled her backward.
"I will kill you!"
Raghav laughed.
"You won't be alive long enough to try."
Priya stared at the gun in his hand.
"So this is why you brought me here."
"Your death will appear to be an accident," Meera explained. "Your car has already been moved near the river. Once we are finished, your body will be placed inside it."
"The police will believe you lost control during the storm," Raghav added. "A grieving heiress. Overworked. Emotionally unstable after losing her father."
"You planned all of this."
"For eighteen months," Meera said proudly.
Eighteen months.
They had spent a year and a half planning her death.
Priya remembered sitting with them at dinner, discussing wedding venues while they secretly discussed how to kill her.
She remembered telling Meera what kind of bridal dress she wanted.
She remembered placing Raghav's name in her will.
She had handed her killers every weapon they needed.
"What happens after I die?" Priya asked, although she already knew.
Raghav slipped his free hand into his pocket.
"According to the documents you signed, most of your business authority transfers to me."
"The documents you said were for the new expansion."
"They included much more than that."
"And the property?"
"Eventually, all of it will belong to us."
Meera rested her head against his shoulder.
"We'll finally have the life you never deserved."
Something inside Priya became still.
Her tears stopped.
She no longer saw the man she had loved or the woman she had called her sister.
She saw two strangers wearing familiar faces.
Raghav lifted the gun and pointed it directly at her chest.
Priya pressed herself against the pillar.
She did not want to die.
She wanted one more chance to expose them.
One chance to apologize at her father's grave.
One chance to undo every decision she had made because of Raghav.
But time did not move backward.
People did not receive another life simply because they regretted the first one.
Raghav's finger tightened around the trigger.
A deafening gunshot tore through the factory.
Priya squeezed her eyes shut.
A heavy body collided with hers.
Warm liquid splashed across her hands.
For one confused second, she waited for pain.
None came.
She opened her eyes.
A tall man stood between her and the gun.
His broad back shielded her completely. He wore a black suit, now darkened by blood spreading from a wound near his shoulder.
Priya recognized him.
"Vansh?"
Vansh Ahuja turned his head slightly.
His sharp features were tense with pain, but his gaze moved over her face and body, checking for injuries.
"Are you hurt?"
Priya stared at him.
He had just taken a bullet for her, yet his first concern was whether she had been injured.
"How did you find me?"
"Later."
His voice was low and controlled.
Then he faced Raghav.
The change in him was immediate.
The man Priya had met at business functions had always been cold and distant. Vansh Ahuja rarely smiled, rarely spoke without purpose and never allowed anyone to read his emotions.
Now there was murder in his eyes.
"You should have killed me before bringing her here," Vansh said.
Raghav stepped backward.
"You weren't supposed to know."
"You made the mistake of believing I wasn't watching."
Meera's confidence disappeared.
"Vansh, this has nothing to do with you."
His gaze moved to her.
"You touched her. That made it my business."
Priya's heart stumbled at the words.
She had only spoken to Vansh a handful of times. He had always seemed indifferent to her. At most, their interactions had involved formal greetings and discussions about their companies.
Why would he be watching over her?
Why would he risk his life for someone he barely knew?
Several armed men emerged from behind the machinery.
Vansh reached behind his back and drew his own weapon.
"Stay behind me," he ordered.
"Vansh, you are bleeding."
"I said stay behind me, Priya."
It was the first time she had heard him say her name as though it belonged somewhere sacred.
The shooting began.
Vansh moved with frightening precision, keeping his body between Priya and every weapon pointed in her direction. He fired at one attacker, struck another before the man could reach her and dragged Priya behind a steel machine when bullets tore into the pillar.
His blood left a trail across the floor.
Still, he did not slow down.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried.
He reloaded his gun.
"This isn't the time."
"Then when?"
His eyes met hers for one heartbeat.
There was something inside them she had never noticed before.
Something deep.
Something painful.
Something that looked dangerously close to love.
Before she could understand it, another man attacked.
Vansh turned and fired.
The final bullet struck the attacker's chest.
Silence fell.
Bodies lay scattered across the factory.
Raghav was wounded near the exit. Meera crouched beside him, both of them terrified now that the control they had enjoyed was gone.
Vansh approached them.
Raghav raised his gun with a trembling hand.
Vansh shot it from his grip.
The weapon slid across the floor.
"You were planning to take everything from her," Vansh said. "Her father. Her company. Her life."
Raghav coughed.
"She doesn't belong to you."
Vansh's jaw tightened.
"She never had to belong to me for me to protect her."
Priya's chest ached.
Raghav suddenly pulled a second gun from his ankle holster.
He aimed at Priya.
Vansh saw it.
He turned without hesitation.
The bullet struck him in the chest.
Vansh fired at the same moment.
Raghav collapsed.
Meera screamed and reached for the fallen gun, but Priya kicked it away. Meera stumbled, slipped on the wet floor and struck her head against the edge of a metal platform.
She fell still beside the man with whom she had destroyed Priya's life.
Vansh swayed.
The gun slipped from his fingers.
"Vansh!"
Priya rushed toward him as he collapsed.
She dropped to her knees and caught his upper body before his head struck the floor.
Blood poured through her fingers when she pressed her hands against his chest.
"No. No, no, no."
Vansh's face had become pale.
"An ambulance is coming," he said weakly.
"How do you know?"
"I called… before entering."
"Then stay awake."
Priya pressed harder against the wound.
"Please stay awake."
His lips curved slightly.
"You are safe."
"I don't care about that right now!"
"You should."
"Why?" she demanded through her tears. "Why did you come for me? Why did you take those bullets?"
His eyes softened.
For the first time, Priya saw Vansh Ahuja without the walls surrounding him.
There was no powerful businessman.
No feared heir.
Only a man looking at the woman he had chosen, even though she had never chosen him.
"You wouldn't understand," he whispered.
"Then make me understand."
His breathing became uneven.
"Vansh, look at me."
He did.
And the love in his gaze broke something inside her.
How had she never seen it?
How many times had he watched her from across a crowded room?
How many times had she walked past him because Raghav was holding her hand?
How many times had Vansh protected her without allowing her to know?
"You loved me," she whispered.
He did not answer.
He did not need to.
His silence confessed everything.
Priya began to cry.
"I'm sorry."
His eyebrows drew together.
"For what?"
"For never seeing you. For wasting my life on him. For trusting them instead of the people who warned me."
"That was not your fault."
"It was. I chose him again and again."
"You chose with the heart you had then."
"And it destroyed everyone."
Vansh lifted his hand with visible effort.
His fingertips brushed the tear from her cheek.
"You are still here."
"So are you."
His hand began to fall, but Priya caught it and held it against her face.
"You are going to survive."
"Priya…"
"No. Don't speak like that."
"Listen to me."
"I won't!"
"Live."
The word came out with the last of his strength.
Priya shook her head fiercely.
"You can tell me that after the ambulance comes."
His gaze remained fixed on her.
"I'm glad… I reached you."
His breathing stopped.
Priya froze.
"Vansh?"
She touched his face.
"Vansh, open your eyes."
Nothing.
She placed her trembling hand over his chest, searching for a heartbeat.
There was none.
A scream ripped from her throat.
She pulled him into her arms and held him against her, rocking him as though refusing to release him could force life back into his body.
The man she had planned to marry had murdered her father and tried to kill her.
The man she had barely noticed had died saving her.
Sirens sounded faintly in the distance.
But another movement came from behind her.
Raghav was not dead.
Blood covered his shirt as he lifted the fallen gun from the floor.
Priya saw his reflection in a broken piece of metal.
She turned.
His face twisted with hatred.
"If I can't have the company," he rasped, "neither can you."
He fired.
The bullet entered Priya's body.
She fell beside Vansh.
The world blurred.
Pain burned through her chest, but she forced herself to move closer to him. Her fingers found his hand and held it tightly.
She looked at the man who had given her everything without ever asking for her love in return.
"I was wrong," she whispered.
Her voice weakened with every word.
"I lived for the wrong people."
She remembered Raghav's false promises.
Meera's false friendship.
Her father's warnings.
Vansh's final command.
Live.
Tears slipped into her hair.
"If another life exists…"
She tightened her fingers around Vansh's cold hand.
"I won't love Raghav."
"I won't trust Meera."
"I won't ignore my father."
"And I won't let you love me alone."
Her vision faded.
"If fate sends me back…"
"I will find you."
"I will protect you."
"I will choose you before anyone else."
Her final breath left her body beside the man who had died for her.
Darkness swallowed the factory.
Then silence consumed everything.
---
Priya opened her eyes with a violent gasp.
Sunlight streamed through pale curtains.
She sat upright, clutching her chest.
There was no wound.
No blood.
No abandoned factory.
Her trembling gaze moved around the familiar bedroom.
Her childhood photographs still hung on the wall. Her university books rested on the desk. The music box her father had gifted her sat beside the bed, unbroken and covered in dust.
Priya stared at it.
She had thrown that music box away five years ago because Raghav said it looked childish.
Her bedroom door opened.
Her father walked inside.
Alive.
"Priya?" he asked. "Why are you crying?"
She looked at him.
For several seconds, she could not speak.
Then she threw herself from the bed and ran into his arms.
Her father staggered before holding her.
"What happened?"
Priya buried her face against his chest and sobbed.
His heartbeat was strong beneath her ear.
He was alive.
Her father was alive.
She pulled back and looked at the calendar hanging beside her wardrobe.
The date stole the air from her lungs.
She had returned six years into the past.
To the morning she was supposed to meet Raghav Malhotra for the first time.
Her phone began to ring.
An unknown number appeared on the screen.
In her first life, she had answered that call.
She had met Raghav later that afternoon.
She had taken the first step toward her own destruction.
This time, Priya rejected the call.
Then she blocked the number.
Her hands were still trembling when another memory seized her.
Vansh.
Somewhere in this city, Vansh Ahuja was alive.
He had not yet bled to death in her arms.
He had not yet sacrificed himself for a woman who failed to see his love.
Priya placed her hand over her racing heart.
In her first life, she had chosen betrayal.
In this life, she would choose differently.
She would save her father.
She would destroy Raghav and Meera before they could destroy her family.
And she would find Vansh Ahuja.
This time, she would see him.
This time, she would stand beside him.
And this time, she would never allow the man who loved her in silence to die alone.
They had both died once.
But if fate had truly given her another chance, Priya would make certain their love lasted forever.
A heavy body collided with hers.
Warm liquid splashed across her hands.
For one confused second, she waited for pain.
None came.
She opened her eyes.
A tall man stood between her and the gun.
His broad back shielded her completely. He wore a black suit, now darkened by blood spreading from a wound near his shoulder.
Priya recognized him.
"Vansh?"
Vansh Ahuja turned his head slightly.
His sharp features were tense with pain, but his gaze moved over her face and body, checking for injuries.
"Are you hurt?"
Priya stared at him.
He had just taken a bullet for her, yet his first concern was whether she had been injured.
"How did you find me?"
"Later."
His voice was low and controlled.
Then he faced Raghav.
The change in him was immediate.
The man Priya had met at business functions had always been cold and distant. Vansh Ahuja rarely smiled, rarely spoke without purpose and never allowed anyone to read his emotions.
Now there was murder in his eyes.
"You should have killed me before bringing her here," Vansh said.
Raghav stepped backward.
"You weren't supposed to know."
"You made the mistake of believing I wasn't watching."
Meera's confidence disappeared.
"Vansh, this has nothing to do with you."
His gaze moved to her.
"You touched her. That made it my business."
Priya's heart stumbled at the words.
She had only spoken to Vansh a handful of times. He had always seemed indifferent to her. At most, their interactions had involved formal greetings and discussions about their companies.
Why would he be watching over her?
Why would he risk his life for someone he barely knew?
Several armed men emerged from behind the machinery.
Vansh reached behind his back and drew his own weapon.
"Stay behind me," he ordered.
"Vansh, you are bleeding."
"I said stay behind me, Priya."
It was the first time she had heard him say her name as though it belonged somewhere sacred.
The shooting began.
Vansh moved with frightening precision, keeping his body between Priya and every weapon pointed in her direction. He fired at one attacker, struck another before the man could reach her and dragged Priya behind a steel machine when bullets tore into the pillar.
His blood left a trail across the floor.
Still, he did not slow down.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried.
He reloaded his gun.
"This isn't the time."
"Then when?"
His eyes met hers for one heartbeat.
There was something inside them she had never noticed before.
Something deep.
Something painful.
Something that looked dangerously close to love.
Before she could understand it, another man attacked.
Vansh turned and fired.
The final bullet struck the attacker's chest.
Silence fell.
Bodies lay scattered across the factory.
Raghav was wounded near the exit. Meera crouched beside him, both of them terrified now that the control they had enjoyed was gone.
Vansh approached them.
Raghav raised his gun with a trembling hand.
Vansh shot it from his grip.
The weapon slid across the floor.
"You were planning to take everything from her," Vansh said. "Her father. Her company. Her life."
Raghav coughed.
"She doesn't belong to you."
Vansh's jaw tightened.
"She never had to belong to me for me to protect her."
Priya's chest ached.
Raghav suddenly pulled a second gun from his ankle holster.
He aimed at Priya.
Vansh saw it.
He turned without hesitation.
The bullet struck him in the chest.
Vansh fired at the same moment.
Raghav collapsed.
Meera screamed and reached for the fallen gun, but Priya kicked it away. Meera stumbled, slipped on the wet floor and struck her head against the edge of a metal platform.
She fell still beside the man with whom she had destroyed Priya's life.
Vansh swayed.
The gun slipped from his fingers.
"Vansh!"
Priya rushed toward him as he collapsed.
She dropped to her knees and caught his upper body before his head struck the floor.
Blood poured through her fingers when she pressed her hands against his chest.
"No. No, no, no."
Vansh's face had become pale.
"An ambulance is coming," he said weakly.
"How do you know?"
"I called… before entering."
"Then stay awake."
Priya pressed harder against the wound.
"Please stay awake."
His lips curved slightly.
"You are safe."
"I don't care about that right now!"
"You should."
"Why?" she demanded through her tears. "Why did you come for me? Why did you take those bullets?"
His eyes softened.
For the first time, Priya saw Vansh Ahuja without the walls surrounding him.
There was no powerful businessman.
No feared heir.
Only a man looking at the woman he had chosen, even though she had never chosen him.
"You wouldn't understand," he whispered.
"Then make me understand."
His breathing became uneven.
"Vansh, look at me."
He did.
And the love in his gaze broke something inside her.
How had she never seen it?
How many times had he watched her from across a crowded room?
How many times had she walked past him because Raghav was holding her hand?
How many times had Vansh protected her without allowing her to know?
"You loved me," she whispered.
He did not answer.
He did not need to.
His silence confessed everything.
Priya began to cry.
"I'm sorry."
His eyebrows drew together.
"For what?"
"For never seeing you. For wasting my life on him. For trusting them instead of the people who warned me."
"That was not your fault."
"It was. I chose him again and again."
"You chose with the heart you had then."
"And it destroyed everyone."
Vansh lifted his hand with visible effort.
His fingertips brushed the tear from her cheek.
"You are still here."
"So are you."
His hand began to fall, but Priya caught it and held it against her face.
"You are going to survive."
"Priya…"
"No. Don't speak like that."
"Listen to me."
"I won't!"
"Live."
The word came out with the last of his strength.
Priya shook her head fiercely.
"You can tell me that after the ambulance comes."
His gaze remained fixed on her.
"I'm glad… I reached you."
His breathing stopped.
Priya froze.
"Vansh?"
She touched his face.
"Vansh, open your eyes."
Nothing.
She placed her trembling hand over his chest, searching for a heartbeat.
There was none.
A scream ripped from her throat.
She pulled him into her arms and held him against her, rocking him as though refusing to release him could force life back into his body.
The man she had planned to marry had murdered her father and tried to kill her.
The man she had barely noticed had died saving her.
Sirens sounded faintly in the distance.
But another movement came from behind her.
Raghav was not dead.
Blood covered his shirt as he lifted the fallen gun from the floor.
Priya saw his reflection in a broken piece of metal.
She turned.
His face twisted with hatred.
"If I can't have the company," he rasped, "neither can you."
He fired.
The bullet entered Priya's body.
She fell beside Vansh.
The world blurred.
Pain burned through her chest, but she forced herself to move closer to him. Her fingers found his hand and held it tightly.
She looked at the man who had given her everything without ever asking for her love in return.
"I was wrong," she whispered.
Her voice weakened with every word.
"I lived for the wrong people."
She remembered Raghav's false promises.
Meera's false friendship.
Her father's warnings.
Vansh's final command.
Live.
Tears slipped into her hair.
"If another life exists…"
She tightened her fingers around Vansh's cold hand.
"I won't love Raghav."
"I won't trust Meera."
"I won't ignore my father."
"And I won't let you love me alone."
Her vision faded.
"If fate sends me back…"
"I will find you."
"I will protect you."
"I will choose you before anyone else."
Her final breath left her body beside the man who had died for her.
Darkness swallowed the factory.
Then silence consumed everything.
---
Priya opened her eyes with a violent gasp.
Sunlight streamed through pale curtains.
She sat upright, clutching her chest.
There was no wound.
No blood.
No abandoned factory.
Her trembling gaze moved around the familiar bedroom.
Her childhood photographs still hung on the wall. Her university books rested on the desk. The music box her father had gifted her sat beside the bed, unbroken and covered in dust.
Priya stared at it.
She had thrown that music box away five years ago because Raghav said it looked childish.
Her bedroom door opened.
Her father walked inside.
Alive.
"Priya?" he asked. "Why are you crying?"
She looked at him.
For several seconds, she could not speak.
Then she threw herself from the bed and ran into his arms.
Her father staggered before holding her.
"What happened?"
Priya buried her face against his chest and sobbed.
His heartbeat was strong beneath her ear.
He was alive.
Her father was alive.
She pulled back and looked at the calendar hanging beside her wardrobe.
The date stole the air from her lungs.
She had returned six years into the past.
To the morning she was supposed to meet Raghav Malhotra for the first time.
Her phone began to ring.
An unknown number appeared on the screen.
In her first life, she had answered that call.
She had met Raghav later that afternoon.
She had taken the first step toward her own destruction.
This time, Priya rejected the call.
Then she blocked the number.
Her hands were still trembling when another memory seized her.
Vansh.
Somewhere in this city, Vansh Ahuja was alive.
He had not yet bled to death in her arms.
He had not yet sacrificed himself for a woman who failed to see his love.
Priya placed her hand over her racing heart.
In her first life, she had chosen betrayal.
In this life, she would choose differently.
She would save her father.
She would destroy Raghav and Meera before they could destroy her family.
And she would find Vansh Ahuja.
This time, she would see him.
This time, she would stand beside him.
And this time, she would never allow the man who loved her in silence to die alone.
They had both died once.
But if fate had truly given her another chance, Priya would make certain their love lasted forever.
