Kriti stood at the edge of the room, taking in the bustling scene before her. She wore a fox mask that obscured half of her face, adding an air of mystery to her beautiful black silk gown, which she had bought with her hard-earned money. It somehow made her look both innocent and alluring.

It was a day she remembered all too well from her previous life—this day marked the beginning of her tragedy. She knew from the whispers of her past life that after divorcing her, Karan had remarried his first love.