[Nair Series: Volume-1 Book-3] They call me many things. Bad omen. Characterless. Gold digger. Home-breaker. Shameless. I never corrected them. It is amusing how easily people believe the worst about a woman. But lately they have started calling me something new. Widow. That one is... interesting. Because my husband is not dead. I know the world says he is. I know the papers say he is. I know people whisper his name like a ghost that should not be mentioned anymore. But Krishav Nair made a promise to me. And men like him do not break their promises. They simply disappear into places where the truth has been buried very carefully. For three years, someone has been writing our fate from the shadows, deciding what the world should believe and what it should never question. Three years of lies. Two years of silence. Six months of a grave that holds no body. So, I will find him. I will find the man who decided my husband should die. And when I finally reach the end of this carefully crafted lie... I will bring Krishav back. Because for once in my life, I want something ordinary. My husband. My truth. My life. And if the world insists, he is dead, then the world will have to watch a widow resurrect her husband.