Love after divorce (Short Story)

 The room fell silent.

He entered like a storm cloaked in calm—Aditya Malhotra, the investor Aditi had been waiting to meet. She had built her fashion startup from scratch, and now, on the brink of national expansion, she needed funding. But not from him.

Her heart raced as his eyes locked onto hers. Sharp. Surprised. Then unreadable.

“Miss Sharma.” His voice was deep, controlled. “Didn’t expect it to be you.”

“I could say the same,” she replied coldly, her fingers tightening around the pen she held. “I don’t mix business with the past.”

He sat across from her, placing a file on the table—her proposal. “I didn’t come here for the past. I came here for this.” He tapped the folder. “Your company is brilliant. But let’s not pretend we don’t have unfinished business.”

She stood, her voice firm. “The only unfinished business was your betrayal, Aditya.”

He blinked, stood too. “Aditi, you believed a lie.”

“I saw the photos. You with her, in our home. Don’t play games.”

He pulled out his phone, opened a folder, and turned it to her. “Those pictures were real, but the story wasn’t. I was set up. By my stepmother, who never wanted us married. She paid her to pose—to destroy your trust.”

Aditi froze. Her breath caught.

“I tried to explain, Aditi. You disappeared. Changed numbers. Left me signed divorce papers and vanished. I never stopped looking.”

Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, but her voice stayed strong. “You should have tried harder.”

“I did,” he whispered. “Now I’m here. Not as your ex-husband, not even as your investor—just as a man who still loves you. And wants a second chance.”

Silence fell again. Not tense—uncertain.

She turned toward the window, Mumbai’s skyline glittering like broken glass. Her reflection stared back—strong, scarred, yet… still hurting.

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you again,” she said softly.

He stepped beside her, not touching, just there. “Then let me earn it. Not with words. With time. With actions.”

After a long pause, she nodded once. “Start with being a silent investor. And we’ll see if we can rebuild… anything.”

His smile held both hope and pain. “Deal.”

Outside the boardroom, the world carried on. But inside, something fragile yet fierce had been reborn—not quite love, but a beginning.

A second chance.

🩹 Love after divorce.

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