She had returned

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A soft beam of sunlight crept through the sheer curtains, falling delicately across the face of a girl lying motionless on a pristine white bed. Her skin looked pale against the soft fabric, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling faintly.

Beside her, a six-year-old boy sat on the edge of the bed—silent, still, and watching her with wide, tearful eyes.

Aakay.

His little fingers clutched the corner of her bedsheet as if afraid she might disappear again. He didn’t blink. He didn’t move. He just… waited.

And then—her lashes fluttered.

Her brows twitched. Her breathing deepened.

A moment later, her eyes opened slowly, as though waking from a dream she wasn’t ready to leave.

The moment her gaze met the ceiling, Aakay’s entire face lit up. He gasped silently and bounced on the bed, a small smile breaking across his tear-streaked cheeks. He clapped softly, overwhelmed, unable to contain his joy.

She blinked at him, disoriented. Her head throbbed. Her legs ached. Confusion wrapped around her like a fog.

Still, her eyes locked onto the child’s face.

His smile. His eyes.

He looked so familiar.

She slowly pushed herself up, wincing. Her body felt sore, like it had carried pain from another time. She reached out and cupped the boy’s face gently.

“Aakay…?”

Her voice was barely a whisper.

She pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly, as tears slipped down her cheeks. The warmth of his little body, the comfort of his presence—it was real. Too real.

Then her expression changed.

Her brows furrowed.

“Didn’t I… die?” she asked under her breath, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Her eyes scanned the room, heart thudding in her chest.

This wasn’t heaven.

It wasn’t a dream.

It was something far more unbelievable.

She hugged Aakay tighter, her fingers trembling. Her mind flooded with memories—fire, screams, the feeling of being torn from life itself.

But now she was here. Alive.

She kissed Aakay’s forehead with trembling lips. A quiet sob escaped her.

Then, her eyes moved past the boy… and froze.

A man sat on a sofa across the room. Silent. Observing.

He was tall, dressed in a crisp black shirt with sleeves rolled just below his elbows. His wheatish skin glowed subtly in the morning light, and his jawline was clean-shaven, sharp, and defined.

But it was his eyes that held her still—deep, unreadable, and cold.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t flinch. He just stared at her like she was a puzzle he hadn’t decided whether to solve.

Kiara’s heart skipped a beat.

Mihir.

He was here.

She looked at him for a long moment, her breath caught somewhere between shock and disbelief.

He rose from the sofa and walked to the edge of the bed. The sound of his polished shoes against the floor echoed in the stillness.

Then he turned to the nanny standing at the door.

“Take Aakay.”

The nanny nodded.

Aakay clung to Kiara’s arm, clearly unwilling to leave. He looked between his mother and Mihir with wide eyes.

But when Mihir gave him a stern look, the boy hesitated, then slowly let go and walked away with the nanny, his steps heavy and reluctant.

Kiara watched the door close behind him.

And then… silence.

Mihir turned to her.

“Thank you,” he said calmly. “You saved Aakay from falling today.”

His voice was even. Measured. Almost… indifferent.

Kiara didn’t reply. She simply stared at him, trying to make sense of this surreal reality.

She slowly brought her fingers to her arm and pinched herself hard.

It hurt.

Not a dream.

Her chest tightened.

She had been reborn.

And if she had returned… then maybe—

“Mayra…?” she whispered inwardly, her throat drying.

Her thoughts scattered again when Mihir stepped closer.

“Miss Kiara…” he said with polite detachment.

The title stung.

Still “Miss.” Still a stranger in his eyes.

She finally met his gaze. Her heart twisted at the distance between them.

He hadn’t changed. Not even a little.

He was still the same man she had married—not out of love, but out of necessity. Their marriage was a contract. An arrangement. Nothing more.

And yet, despite the coldness, despite knowing he loved someone else… she had fallen for him.

Silently. Completely. Without expectations.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke quietly, her voice echoing the emptiness in his.

“I’m fine.”

A pause.

Then she added softly, without looking at him—

“You can go now.”

Mihir looked at her for a moment, unreadable as ever.

Then, without a word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone in the silence.

But as the door clicked shut behind him, a single tear rolled down Kiara’s cheek.

She had returned.

But the pain she left behind… had followed her.

Friends, that's all for today. I will write the rest in the next part.

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