He married her because she was the right choice.
She married him believing love would follow.
They were both wrong.
Aejaz Malik doesn’t do love. He gave Rimsha Patel his name, his home, and his loyalty — everything a husband should give. Everything except the one thing she needed most.
One year later, their marriage breathes only in silence.
Rimsha Patel built her world around warmth and beauty. She told herself love would grow with time. Instead, she watched herself fade — piece by piece — beside a man who looks through her like glass. So she does the only thing left to save herself.
She asks for a divorce.
Aejaz doesn’t fight it. He’s always known he’s not a man women choose to stay for. One last obligation — a family wedding, a final performance as husband and wife — and it will be over.
Except the flights get cancelled. The roads stretch long and unfamiliar. And somewhere between the miles they didn’t plan and the silences they can no longer fill, the walls begin to crack.
Away from family expectations and inherited pride, the truth they’ve both been hiding starts to surface.
He never stopped watching her. She never stopped hoping.
Their marriage may already be in ruins. But sometimes, love doesn’t begin at the altar. It begins in the wreckage.
