Mahesh’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sped toward the hospital. He needed answers.

Upon reaching the reception, he demanded to see the accident records. The nurse hesitated but, after some persuasion, handed him the file.

His eyes scanned the document quickly. And then—his breath caught.

Name of the deceased: Supriya Kumar.

Mahesh’s heart pounded. Supriya Kumar?

He read further. Daughter of Shiva Kumar, a well-known businessman.

His hands trembled as realization hit him like a storm.

Supriya wasn’t an orphan.

She had lied.

She wasn’t just "Supriya," his quiet, ordinary wife—she was Supriya Kumar, the daughter of a wealthy family.

The weight of the truth crashed over him. Why had she hidden this? Why had she lived as if she had no one? _____ P Mahesh stood at the grand entrance of Kumar Mansion, feeling the weight of the place. The towering gates, the sprawling garden—everything screamed wealth, power, and a world far from his own.

Before he could step further, Ravi Kumar stormed toward him, his eyes blazing with anger.

Ravi: "You! Why did you come here?"

Mahesh swallowed hard. "Please… let me meet her." His voice was strained, desperate.

Ravi let out a bitter laugh. "Meet who? Because of you, we lost our princess!"

Mahesh’s heart clenched. Princess?

Before he could respond, a deep, authoritative voice echoed through the hall.

Shiva Kumar stepped forward, his gaze sharp and filled with resentment.

Shiva: "My daughter… I told her not to marry you, but she didn’t listen. So I told her never to call herself my daughter again."

Mahesh’s fists clenched. So Supriya had been disowned for marrying him?

Shiva scoffed, looking him up and down. "What status do you even have? You married my daughter, but your entire house is the size of my garden!"

Mahesh felt a pang in his chest. It was true. Compared to them, he was nothing but middle class.

For the first time, he realized just how much Supriya had sacrificed to be with him.

And now… she was gone.

Or was she?

Mahesh took a deep breath. "Tell me the truth. Is Supriya really dead?"

____

Ravi’s voice was laced with bitterness as he stepped closer.

Ravi: "Yes… she’s dead. And you came after a whole week?"

Mahesh felt a lump in his throat. A whole week? He had been drowning in confusion, in disbelief. He had been searching for answers, refusing to accept the truth.

But now, standing here, facing her family’s raw grief, he realized—he was too late.

Mahesh: "I... I didn’t know." His voice cracked.

Ravi let out a hollow laugh. "Of course, you didn’t. You never knew anything about her, did you? Not her pain, not her sacrifices. And now, you stand here as if your regret means something."

Mahesh lowered his gaze. He had no words. No excuses.

Shiva Kumar exhaled sharply, his voice cold.

Shiva: "Leave, Mahesh. You have no place here. My daughter is gone, and nothing you say or do will change that."

Mahesh opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The weight of his guilt was unbearable.

She had waited for him. She had loved him. And all he had given her in return was pain.

Without another word, Mahesh turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last.

Regret would be his only companion now.