Prologue

The hospital corridor was silent except for the soft hum of machines and the distant shuffle of nurses. Yuvraj’s chest tightened as he stood frozen at the doorway, staring at Saranya. Her hand, once warm and full of life, lay cold and still. And in her womb, the tiny heartbeat he had imagined every day was gone.

He had loved her, hadn’t he? Or had he only loved the idea of her?

For months, whispers had poisoned his mind—his mother’s quiet warnings, hints of deception in her gestures, subtle doubts planted like seeds he had foolishly nurtured. And now, standing in the aftermath of tragedy, he realized how blind he had been.

Every small argument, every cold shoulder, every night he had ignored her, believing the schemes he should have seen through… it all led here. The truth was finally slipping through his fingers, and with it, the woman who had loved him more than he ever deserved.

Some mistakes, he thought, could never be undone. Some regrets could never be forgiven. And some truths… only death could reveal.