He Married Someone Else… (Part 2)
He Married Someone Else…
📖 (Part 2)
The Man Who Disappeared
“Some wounds don’t bleed… they echo in silence.”
Anaya stared at her phone screen.
Private Number: “I knew you’d come back, Anaya.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
Six years. No calls. No emails. Just one goodbye letter—and now this?
She quickly typed a reply.
“Who is this?”
The response was instant.
“The man who once promised you forever.”
Her hands trembled. She wanted to scream and throw the phone across the room. But she didn’t. She took a deep breath and replied again.
“Why now? After all these years?”
No reply. Nothing.
She stared at the screen for ten minutes. Then twenty.
Still nothing.
That Night
Anaya couldn’t sleep.
She kept going back to that file. Ayra Kapoor—dead by poison. Kabir Khan—live-in partner. No break-in, no theft, no clue.
What happened to him?
Who did he become after walking away from me?
At 2:13 AM, she got another message.
Private Number: “You want answers? Meet me tomorrow at 9 PM. Old Botanical Garden gate. Come alone.”
Her heart pounded. That was the place where Kabir first confessed his love.
But was it him now? Or a trap?
She didn’t care. She needed answers—even if they shattered her all over again.
The Next Day—9:00 PM
Old Botanical Garden, Lucknow
The garden was deserted. Dim yellow streetlights flickered in the cold air. Shadows moved with the wind. It was just as she remembered—except lonelier.
She checked the time. 9:03 PM.
No one.
Then she heard footsteps. Slow. Hesitant.
She turned.
And there he was.
Kabir.
Older. Paler. But unmistakably his.
Anaya felt her chest tighten. Her body wanted to run to him and slap him, and cry in his arms—all at once.
They stood in silence, separated by six years of pain.
Kabir spoke first.
“You look stronger.”
She replied coldly, “You look guilty.”
His eyes flinched. “I deserve that.”
A pause.
Anaya’s voice broke:
“Why did you leave, Kabir? Why did you marry someone else?”
He exhaled deeply. “I didn’t.”
She blinked. “What?”
“I never married Ayra. I never loved her. It was… it was complicated.”
Anaya’s fury surged. “You broke me. You left me. For what—something complicated?”
Kabir stepped closer. “I left you because I was protecting you.”
“From what?”
He looked around as if someone might be listening. Then whispered:
“From the people who wanted me dead.”
The Secret
Kabir sat on the old bench, the one where he’d once gifted Anaya a pen and promised her a future.
He spoke slowly, his voice lower than before.
“I was investigating something back in college… a corporate scandal linked to a pharmaceutical company. What started as a student piece turned into something dangerous. I got too close. They tried to buy me off. When I refused… they threatened you.”
Anaya stared at him in disbelief.
He continued, “At first, I didn’t take it seriously. But then… I got attacked. Twice. And then a message came. If I didn’t disappear, they’d hurt you.”
“I had no choice. I had to leave everything. Even you.”
Anaya’s voice cracked, “And Ayra?”
“She was planted. She was one of them at first… sent to keep tabs on me. But over time, she tried to help me expose them. We weren’t lovers—we were allies.”
Anaya’s mind spun. “And now she’s dead.”
Kabir nodded. “She found something. She said she had proof. The night before she died, she told me she was going to turn it in to someone she trusted.”
“Who?”
Kabir looked at her, dead serious.
“You.”
Truth in the Shadows
Anaya was shaken. “She never contacted me.”
Kabir said, “Then she was killed before she could.”
He pulled out a crumpled envelope from his coat. “This is all I have. She left this on our flat’s bookshelf. I found it after the cops took me in.”
Anaya opened it.
Inside was a pen drive.
Back Home—Later That Night
Anaya plugged the pen drive into her laptop. A single folder: “PROJECT NEON”
Inside—photos, invoices, hidden camera videos. A pharmaceutical company called KureMed is selling untested drugs in remote villages. Bribed doctors. Paid-off journalists. Silenced whistleblowers.
And in one grainy video, a man—wearing a suit and dark glasses—is talking to someone off-screen.
“If the boy speaks again, kill him. And the girl, too.”
Kabir.
Anaya.
She gasped.
The conspiracy was real. Ayra had uncovered it all. And now she was dead.
Anaya turned to Kabir, her voice low. “We have to go public.”
He nodded. “That’s why I came back. But I can’t do it alone.”
In the Shadows
Outside Anaya’s apartment, a figure watched through binoculars.
Phone to his ear.
“She has the drive. They’re working together now.”
A raspy voice on the line replied:
“Good. Then eliminate them together.”
🔥 To Be Continued…
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He Married Someone Else… (Part 1)
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