Reborn: The truth behind the love

On the other side of the city, in the most luxurious neighborhood where all the wealthiest families lived, one mansion stood out. It was lavishly decorated for the engagement of the only daughter of the Singhania family—one of the most respected and noble families in all of City C.

Everyone was buzzing about the groom, as no one knew who he was or what he did. When the couple stepped onto the stage, the whole venue erupted in cheers. The bride wore a long, light blue gown covered in jewels, designed by a famous fashion designer. The groom looked equally handsome and elegant. Guests whispered that it was a match made in heaven.

But inside the Singhania family's study, the mood was tense. Ajay Singhania, the current head of Singhania Corporation and the bride's brother, sat tapping his fingers on the desk.

"I was only gone for a few months, and you all decided to marry off my sister?" Ajay's lips twitched as the calculations flickered behind his eyes

His grandmother, sitting calmly across from him, replied, "Do I need your permission to arrange my own granddaughter's wedding? Do I have no say in this house? Besides, there was nothing I could do—she insisted on marrying him. She locked herself in her room and threatened to cut her wrists if I refused."

His grandmother stood up and walked toward the door. "It's already done. Now, go downstairs, bless your sister, and greet the guests. We can't let people gossip."

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Esha, Emma, and Granny Madhubala were on their way back after giving their statements about the incident. As punishment, they had been sentenced to clean the communal bathrooms for a week.

As they walked, they discussed what had happened. Granny Madhubala suddenly asked, "Did either of you notice anything unusual during the fight?"

Esha and Emma turned toward her, but in the chaos, neither had caught anything out of the ordinary. They both shook their heads.

Seeing their response, Granny sighed and said, "When you were fighting, I sensed a spiritual presence—especially when Pushpa attacked Anjali."

"Ahh!"Esha exclaimed as realization struck. "That's why! I was wondering why Pushpa didn't attack properly—it was like something was restraining her hand!"

Emma gasped. "So… a ghost is protecting Anjali? What do we do? What if it tries to hurt us?"

Granny shook her head reassuringly. "You don't have to worry. I didn't sense any malevolence from the spirit. It doesn't seem evil. Still, we must tread carefully—we don't know if Anjali is aware of the ghost, or if she'd even want to tell us about it."

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Ishaani was on her way back to her cell when she passed the common room, where a live broadcast of the Singhania family's engagement played on the flickering TV. Her calm eyes—usually so composed—darkened with turbulence as the camera zoomed in on the bride and groom.

Then she saw his face.

The same sharp jawline. The same long lashes. The same face .

Her breath hitched. No. This can't be true.

She staggered forward, shoving past the women seated in front of the screen. One of them snapped, Hey! If you want to watch, sit down—don't block the view!

But Ishaani didn't hear her. Her entire world had narrowed to the man on the screen.

It's really him.

Her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. Before anyone could react, she reeled back, stumbling toward her cell, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Anjali, weak and draped over Ishaani's back, suddenly felt it—a surge of fury so violent it snapped her eyes open. She slid down just as Ishaani slammed the cell door shut behind them.

Ishaani stood trembling, her fists clenched, his face burning behind her eyelids.

The man who swore to love her forever.

The man who destroyed her world in a single night.

The man who slaughtered her family.

And now—he was starting anew.

A twitch flickered across her lips. But her eyes? They were red burning with rage .