Goodbye

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Vivan Pov

The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows as my car cruised through the streets. I leaned back against the seat, exhaling slowly, feeling a rare sense of peace settle over me. It was done.

Rajat Ahuja-the man who had once tried to kill my father, the man who thought he was untouchable-was finally behind bars.

For years, I had waited for this moment. Planned, strategized, played every move with precision. And today, justice had been served.

A faint smirk tugged at my lips. He deserved worse.

My driver slowed the car as we approached Raichand Industries. I loosened my tie, ready to step out and deal with the legal and financial aftermath of today's chaos.

And that's when my phone buzzed.

Unknown Number.

I stared at the screen for a second before answering. "Who is this?"

A low chuckle came from the other end. "You should be asking about your wife, Mr. Raichand."

I stilled, my fingers tightening around the phone. "Excuse me?"

"You think she went to her uncle's house, don't you?" The voice was calm, too calm, as if enjoying this. "Poor man. She's playing you for a fool."

A sharp wave of irritation ran through me. Who the hell was this?

"Watch your words," I warned, my voice cold.

"Why don't you call and ask?" the man continued. "See for yourself. She's lying to you."

I clenched my jaw. This was nonsense.

"Listen, whoever you are-"

But the line went dead.

I scoffed, slipping my phone back into my pocket. Baseless accusations.

Yet, just as I reached for the car door handle, something stopped me.

A strange feeling. A nagging thought.

The unknown caller's words shouldn't have mattered. I trusted Advika.

But still...

I pulled out my phone again and dialed her uncle's number. The call rang twice before he picked up.

"Hello, Vivan beta?"

"Aunty, Advika reached home?"

There was a brief pause. Too brief.

Then, in an uneasy voice, she said, "Home? No, beta, I don't even know she is going to come here. She didn't told me that she is going to come. Vivan , beta everything is okay na" I just softly said yes not to make her

My grip on the phone tightened.

She didn't come.

My entire body went still, my mind replaying every moment from earlier. Her words. The way she looked at me. Had she lied?

I swallowed, my heartbeats steady yet heavy.

"Your wife is lying to you."

I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it.

But the fact remained-she wasn't where she said she would be.

I ended the call, my grip on the phone tightening. A strange feeling settled in my chest-not anger, not suspicion, but something unsettling.

Advika wouldn't lie to me. Would she?

Shaking my head, I exhaled and leaned back. I'm overthinking. There had to be a reason. Maybe she had a last-minute change of plans and forgot to inform her aunt.

I dialed her number.

No answer.

I tried again.

Still nothing.

A flicker of unease crept in.

Something didn't feel right.

I looked at my driver. "Take me home."

The car started moving again, but my thoughts remained tangled. I wasn't doubting her-at least, not completely.

But for the first time, a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in my heart. And no matter how much I wanted to ignore it...

It was there.

I clenched my jaw, my thumb hovering over Agam's contact. I needed to know where they were.

But before I could press call, my phone buzzed again.

The same unknown number.

My grip on the phone tightened as irritation flickered in my chest. Whoever this was, they weren't backing off. Without hesitation, I answered.

"Mr. Raichand," the voice on the other end was calm, almost mocking. "Still think your wife is where she said she'd be?"

My fingers curled into a fist. "Who the hell are you?"

"A well-wisher," the man chuckled. "Or maybe just someone who hates seeing a powerful man being played like a fool."

I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay composed. "I don't have time for your games."

"Oh, but this isn't a game, Vivan," he said smoothly. "Your wife... she's very good at keeping secrets, isn't she?"

Something in his tone made my stomach clench. I didn't want to entertain this, didn't want to let his words get to me.

But the doubt-small, unwanted, unwelcome-had already planted itself.

"Say what you want to say and get lost," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

The man chuckled again. "You'll see the truth soon enough. But remember this-trust is a fragile thing, Mr. Raichand. Once broken, it never truly mends."

The call ended before I could say another word.

A strange unease settled in my chest. I didn't believe him. I wouldn't.

But the seed of doubt had been sown. And no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

The call ended before I could say another word.

A strange unease settled in my chest. I didn't believe him. I wouldn't.

But just as I was about to put my phone away, it buzzed again. The same number.

My jaw tightened as I answered. "What now?"

The man chuckled. "Impatient, aren't we? Since you're heading home, why don't you do yourself a favor?"

I stayed silent, my fingers curling into a fist.

"Check your wife's closet," he continued smoothly. "The drawer at the bottom. There's a surprise gift waiting for you."

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"You're wasting your time," I said, my voice sharper than before. "I don't believe a damn word you're saying."

"We'll see," he murmured. "Have a good evening, Mr. Raichand."

The line went dead.

I let out a slow breath, tension coiling in my muscles.

I didn't believe him.

I couldn't.

Yet, as I got closer to my home, a single thought kept gnawing at me.

What the hell was in that drawer?

I went directly to my room, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The house was silent-too silent. Mom and Dad had gone with Sarah for her cultural program at college, and for once, I was grateful. I wasn't in the mood to answer their questions or mask the turmoil swirling inside me.

Without wasting a second, I strode towards the closet. My hands felt heavier than usual as I reached for the door, my gaze locking onto her shelf. A strange hesitation gripped me, a voice inside whispering that I shouldn't do this-that it was a crime to doubt her.

But doubt had already taken root, hadn't it?

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the drawer open.

And then I froze.

My breath hitched as my eyes landed on a stack of papers neatly placed inside. Divorce papers.

My name. Her signature.

For a moment, my mind went blank. The walls of the room seemed to blur, and an unbearable silence filled the space.

I stared at the papers, my fingers gripping the edges so tightly that my knuckles turned white. A weight settled in my chest, pressing down with unbearable force.

She... she had already signed them.

A hollow chuckle escaped my lips-one without humor, without emotion. So, this was it?

I had spent my days protecting her, trusting her, loving her. And all along, she was preparing to leave?

A bitter taste filled my mouth as I slowly stepped back, the paper still clutched in my hands.

Why, Advika?

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers still clutching the divorce papers. The weight of them felt suffocating, like a burden I couldn't shake off. How could I have been so blind? Every moment, every word, every glance... it all seemed like a lie now.

The phone buzzed again, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. Unknown number.

My chest tightened, a fresh wave of irritation washing over me. I didn't want to deal with this right now, but something pulled me to answer. I swiped the screen and pressed the phone to my ear. "What now?"

A mocking chuckle echoed from the other end. "Still holding on to that fantasy, Vivan? Still think she's the one?"

My grip tightened around the phone. "Who the hell is this?"

"Doesn't matter," the voice said, too calm, too sure of itself. "What matters is that your wife has been playing you for a fool. She's been using you this whole time."

My stomach dropped. "You're lying," I hissed. "She wouldn't do that."

The voice didn't falter. "Oh, but she is. She's with you for one thing-your power. Not your heart, not your love. She wants what you've built, Vivan. That's all she cares about."

A chill ran through me, something I couldn't shake. Could it be true?

"You're wrong," I muttered, my voice cracking. "She loves me. I know she does."

The voice chuckled again, almost pitifully. "You'll see, Vivan. I'm just telling you the truth."

Before I could respond, the line went silent. A moment later, a new notification flashed on my phone-an video message. My hands shook as I clicked it open, not wanting to see, but unable to stop myself.

And there it was.

Advika's voice, cold and calculating, sent a shiver down my spine.

"I'm marrying Vivan for his power," she said with no emotion on her face.

My heart stopped.

I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to believe it, didn't want to accept the reality of what I was hearing, but the truth was there, loud and clear.

Her voice. The words. The betrayal.

She never loved me.

I felt the walls of the room closing in on me. My hands clenched around the phone, my fingers turning white. The shock, the disbelief, the crushing weight of her betrayal... I couldn't process it all.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "Why, Advika? Why would you do this to me?"

The answer was simple-she had never loved me. She had used me.

I sank back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to understand how everything had fallen apart so quickly. I had given her my trust, my heart, my everything... and this was how she repaid me?

The anger rose in me, hot and bitter, but it was quickly swallowed by something far worse-vulnerability. A deep, gnawing emptiness that spread through me, consuming me.

How could I have been so blind? How could I have let myself fall for someone who had always been playing a game I never even knew existed?

I looked down at the divorce papers, the weight of them pressing on my chest. A mirthless chuckle escaped my lips as I stared at the signatures, feeling the irony of it all. The woman I had given everything to, the woman I had loved with all my heart, had been planning this all along.

I wiped away the tears that had started to form, the sting of betrayal sharp and raw. My hand trembled as I picked up the pen, my mind numb with a mix of anger and sorrow. With a deep breath, I signed the papers, sealing everything between us in black and white.

I grabbed a piece of paper, my hand moving without thought, and wrote a single line-my last words to her. I looked at the note for a moment, the reality of it all sinking in, before I left it on the table where she'd find it.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Raichand. Ab aap iss rishte sa azad hai , Yehi chahti thi na aap"

A bitter laugh escaped me as I set the pen down, the finality of it hitting me harder than I expected. She had wanted this. And now, it is over.

~Humna toh unha dil diya tha,

Badla mai dhoka paaya!!

Itna sab ho jaana ka baad bhi,

Yeh dil unsa nafrat nhi kr paaya!!~

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