Four years since the day Abhiman learned the weight of an empty wedding venue, four years since Srishti Sharma became a scar instead of a memory. He left the past behind and now had built this life—this neat, respectable existence of client reports and quiet evenings—around that scar.
He has a secret. A secret wife, Shaili. Even if it's secret He is happy with her, that's what it seems from the distance and that's what he feels, but somewhere he himself knows the truth that he has married a Shaili just to sheild himself from the haunting past he shared with Srishti. And its succeeded, He is peacefully living with her. But what would he do when reappearance of Shruti crumbles the paper castle of he built with Shaili?
Now he has to choose between the present peace with Shaili or his past love who he never stopped loving. The dramatic love triangle between Abhiman, Srishti and Shaili while unraveling the ghost from pasts of three leading characters
Read the prologue in my novel.
