Chapter 3: The Man Without a Past

Rain fell like whispers as the hospital doors slid open.

Asha pushed the wheelchair slowly. Karma sat limp—bandaged, silent, hollow.

Rachel walked beside her, tense. 

You sure no one's following?

No one suspects anything, Asha whispered.

They placed him in the car like a sleeping bomb. 

The moment the door shut, silence returned.

Asha's Apartment – 11:42 PM

They laid him on clean sheets. The city lights barely reached the room.

Rachel stared. 

He's hot.

Shut up.

No seriously—he looks like he wins wars without saying a word.

Asha didn't answer. Just watched him. 

The man she lied to. 

The man who now believed he belonged to her.

Rachel's voice dropped. 

You told him you're his fiancée?

Asha nodded.

Then stick to it, Rachel said. Be the perfect wife… at least until he remembers.

And if he never remembers?

Then make sure the dream you built is beautiful enough that he never wants to.

Later That Night

Karma's eyes opened.

Soft light. Warm air. Asha.

She smiled faintly. 

You're home.

…Home?

I'm Asha. Your fiancée.

He stared at her, as if searching for recognition in her name.

Then he closed his eyes. 

Not to sleep. 

But to trust.

And Asha knew— 

the lie had taken root.

Quote at the End: 

*When a man loses his past, the first lie he believes becomes his truth.*