Sharanya stared at the key on the table, her heart pounding. A month. He was giving her a month to remember a life she had no memory of.
How was she supposed to do that?
"I need time to think," she whispered.
Naksh's jaw tightened. "You have until tomorrow morning. After that, either you move in with me or we go our separate ways forever."
His words sent a shiver down her spine. Forever.
Shouldn't that be a good thing? If she didn't remember him, why did the thought of never seeing him again feel… wrong?
She swallowed hard, glancing at the pictures again. The way he held her in those wedding photos—it didn't look fake. It didn't look forced.
Had she really loved this man once?
"I'll be waiting," Naksh said, his voice unreadable as he grabbed his coat and walked out of the café, leaving her alone with a whirlwind of emotions.
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That night, sleep refused to come.
Sharanya tossed and turned in bed, her mind replaying Naksh's words over and over. The frustration in his voice. The coldness in his gaze. The bitterness in his tone.
If she had truly abandoned him… why?
And where had she been for the last two years?
She sighed, rubbing her temples. Her head ached, but no matter how hard she tried, the memories wouldn't come back.
Her phone vibrated on the nightstand. A message.
Naksh: I hope you make the right decision.
Her fingers hovered over the screen. She had a choice—step into the unknown or walk away.
But as much as she wanted to escape, something deep inside her whispered that Naksh Malhotra was the key to her missing past.
And she had to find out why.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the key from her bedside table and clenched it in her fist.
Tomorrow, she would step into a world she didn't remember.
A world where she was married to a billionaire.
A world that once belonged to her.