Kriti's POV~

Aayansh sits across from me, his fiancée, Natasha Kapoor, by his side. I didn’t expect her, didn’t expect this. She curls her arm around his bicep, resting her head against his shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I can barely breathe.

I turn my gaze to my lap, my fingers twisting around each other, hoping they won’t betray me. The ache in my chest is unbearable, but I don’t let it show. Not yet.

Every time I glance up, I see them, his hand on hers, her fingers tracing his arm with such ease, like they’ve always belonged together. And it’s like I don’t exist, like I never mattered at all.