Prologue
“Hello Little storm,”
Looking at him, all the memories I had buried deep inside me resurfaced. Every moment. Every heartbreak. Every piece of pain I carried for five years.
It all came crashing down on me.
The man I once wanted to hate. The man I should have hated.
But I couldn’t.
Because somewhere along the way, I had loved him so much that it broke me.
It ruined me.
It ruined us.
The love we shared? Tainted.
The memories we created? Poisoned.
And the worst part? I couldn’t even hate him. I couldn’t even blame him.
I inhaled sharply, forcing my expression to remain unreadable as I looked at the couple standing before me.
Her smile. Sickeningly sweet, but behind it, I saw the truth. Victory. She was telling me without words: “I won. I took him from you.”
His smile. Once, it used to make my heart race.
It still did. But now, it wasn’t the same.
The warmth was gone.
All I could feel was coldness.
Hate.
Blame.
Accusations.
Steadying my racing heart, I schooled my features into something polite, professional—unaffected.
“So, what theme have you decided, Mr. Rajawat and Miss Ahuja?”
Her fake laughter rang in the air, dripping with artificial sweetness. She clung to his arm, her nails digging into his skin as if marking her territory.
“Please, don’t be so formal,” she cooed. “You should call me Mrs. Rajawat. After all, I’ll be his wife in just a few months, right, baby?”
My breath hitched.
“Mrs. Rajawat, huh?”
I tilted my head slightly, tapping a finger against my chin.
“Well, I suppose if that’s what you’re calling yourself now, who am I to argue?”
Her fake smile faltered.
My eyes snapped to him, searching for something—anything.
For a second, a foolish second, I thought he might correct her. That he might deny her claim. But he remained silent.
Of course, he did.
I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat, forcing my lips into a smirk. If he wanted to play this game, fine.
“Of course. As you say, Mrs. Rajawat.”
““Then let’s get started, Mrs. Rajawat. I’d hate to waste any more of your precious time.”
The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I said them anyway.
Because at that moment, only one thought consumed me:
How the hell did I end up here, planning the wedding of my ex—my brother’s best friend—to the same girl who made my high school years a living nightmare?
Game on.
