ISHAN'S POV

Abhishek literally threw me onto the couch.

I bounced once. "Are you mad-"

My phone rang.

The name flashing on screen:

Soulmate 🎀

Abhishek's eyebrow lifted slowly.

I answered anyway.

"Hello, Shivu. I probably shouldn't talk to you."

On the other side, Shivay sounded confused. "Why?"

"Saale, chutiye , I got married two days ago."

Silence.

Then- "WTF?"

"Yeah. Di ran away."

"I know," he said calmly.

I froze. "You knew?"

"Long story."

"You two-" I sat up straight.

"Don't tell me you-"

He exhaled. "Meet me tomorrow. My apartment. We'll talk."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you deserve answers."

The line cut.

I stared at the screen for a few seconds.

Abhishek was still standing there.

Listening.

Silent.

"You're not going alone," he said finally.

I looked up at him.

"I'm coming too."

I nodded.

For once, I didn't argue.

Because something about Shivay's tone...

Didn't feel casual.

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SHIVAY'S POV

Kolkata.

Hotel room.

TV playing highlights of MI vs SRH.

I watched Ishan dancing on screen.

Laughing.

Being chaos.

"My kismish..." I muttered under my breath.

The door opened behind me.

Manik stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair damp.

He glanced at the TV. "our kishmish is trending again."

I smirked faintly. "He doesn't know anything yet."

Manik walked closer, switching the TV off.

"You're going to tell him?"

"Yes."

"He won't take it lightly."

"I know."

Manik sat beside me. Close. Steady. Grounded.

I kissed his neck.

Then

Bite it lightly.

He moans.

"This mess started because people couldn't be honest," he said quietly. "Don't repeat that."

I nodded.

Because this wasn't about drama.

It wasn't about weddings.

It wasn't about jealousy.

It was about secrets.

And tomorrow-

When Ishan walks into my apartment-

Everything changes.

I know he will understand.

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ISHAN'S POV

I tossed my phone aside.

Abhishek was still watching me carefully.

"What?" I asked.

"That contact name," he said flatly.

I blinked.

"Oh."

He folded his arms. "Soulmate huh?"

"Old nicknames," I muttered.

He laughed

"What you save my contact number"

"Bundi ka laddu "

And suddenly-

For the first time today-

I wasn't thinking about MI.

Or Tilak.

Or the match.

I was thinking about tomorrow.

About Shivay.

About what he knows.

And about the fact that somewhere in a VIP box earlier today-

My husband watched everything.

And said nothing.

Which somehow fe

els more dangerous than any argument ever could.

Tomorrow is going to be worse than the match.

I can feel it.

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