They went to his car a flashy gold Lamborghini together. He, like a gentleman, went to another side to open the door. That's when Ira saw him.

It was A K Jain, heir of Jain group. He was the man Clara remarried to 4 years later!

'Does that mean that she was already cheating on him all this while?'

Yes, Ira guessed that Clara most probably was cheating. Because not only she had a marriage in just a month after Ash but also gave the birth second kid 7 months after. They initially guessed it was Ash's child. However, Ira didn't let them, Clara and her Mom, meet the baby. Saying, it had no relation to them.

Ira was shaking with anger.

Viv embraced her from behind and pulling her softly in her ear said: "Shh, let's go."

The Car was already out of their view.

At the hotel,

Ira was isolated in her thoughts. Viv made her bed. Tucked her in. Turn off the lights.

In his embrace, He kissed her forehead.

"Baby, I am here. You can tell me anything if you want." Ira just shook her head sideways on his chest indicating a no.

Ira snuggled in his arms. She was shaking. Suddenly, Viv felt his chest wet. She was crying.

It was a pitiful silent cry. Stroking her hair gently Viv tried to calm her down." I don't know why you are so sad, please don't cry. With this, things will be easy. We will help your brother get rid of Clara. Believe me. Don't cry. Your tears are very precious to me."

She eventually slept due to exhaustion.

She dreamed of that night.....

The Day before Ash committed suicide.

In a dark room a man, sitting on the sofa, was hiding his face with palm. Maybe he was crying.

"You, How could you do this?" A woman came slamming the door. The door was open.

The man was still unresponsive.

"How can you be so stupid getting into such an over-ambitious scheme? Why didn't you come to me? Why make decisions yourself?"

The man didn't even look at her, not even raising his head, as he never heard a sound.

The woman who was already boiling in anger, looking at the dull and. Dumb man.

She exploded "Now you have no answers?"

"You are a weak and an incomplete person undeserving to be my Dad's son."

"You bought our end. You remember that!"

She said in a low sob.

She turned around and walked out of the room.

Her eyes saw a phone which was broken in pieces. Its screen Slammed and stamped on.

Ira woke up...

The dream was as clear as yesterday. Ira had a.n.a.lyzed the dream many times in real life, every day, thinking, about: What was the sentence that drove him to suicide. To desperation.

Every day, What if I had said this? What if I had not said this?

Yet she missed such a big detail.

A broken phone!