Inaaya
I didn't fall in love.
I was handed over.
One signature, one ceremony…..
and suddenly, I belonged to Dr. Aaryan Rathore.
He didn't look at me that day.
Not when I stood beside him.
Not when they called me his wife.
They said it was a perfect match.
I was just an intern trying not to drown.
He was a surgeon who hadn't breathed since his father died.
Our marriage wasn't a beginning.
It was an equation….cold, calculated, clinical.
But in the sterile silence between us,
something unnamed began to bleed.
Aaryan
I didn't ask for a wife.
I asked for silence. Stability. Control.
But they brought her instead.
Inaaya.
Too young. Too soft. Too honest.
A complication I never calculated for.
They said she'd be good for me.
They didn't know I'd buried the version of me she was meant for….nine years ago when my father died.
I kept my distance.
Now I gave her my name, not my life.
She didn't flinch.
She just stayed…quiet, steady, undoing me one breath at a time.
I never meant to need her.
But she showed up in all the places I thought I'd sealed shut.
And suddenly, silence wasn't enough.