Monty's heart was pounding louder than the plane's engines as he and Romi stepped into the lavish Zurich airport. The snow-covered Alps could be seen through the glass walls, a perfect backdrop for what was supposed to be a romantic honeymoon. But for Monty, this trip had already become a dangerous game of emotional hide-and-seek—because his girlfriend, Naina, was here too.
And he was married. To a man. Romi.
As Monty tried to keep himself hidden behind Romi, pretending to admire the view, he risked a glance in Naina's direction. His breath caught in his throat.
There she was—elegant as ever, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, that familiar twinkle in her eyes. But she wasn't alone.
A man sat beside her, laughing softly. He leaned in—too close. Monty's eyes narrowed.
No. No way.
Then, in front of Monty's disbelieving eyes, the man gently reached out and ran his hand across Naina's chest—right over her breast, slow and intimate, like he had every right to.
Monty's world stopped spinning.
His hands clenched into fists, rage bubbling to the surface. He was just about to storm over there and demand an explanation when—
Naina leaned in… and kissed the man on the lips. A slow, affectionate kiss.
And she smiled.
Monty froze in place. It felt like someone had taken a dagger, dipped it in ice, and driven it straight through his heart.
His knees weakened.
His vision blurred.
And then the tears came.
Silent. Hot. Relentless.
Monty sat down abruptly, trying to hide his face, wiping the tears quickly—but Romi noticed.
Romi leaned in casually, mistaking the source of Monty's pain.
"The couple next to us seems a little too excited," he remarked dryly. "Don't get any ideas, okay? I'm not jumping into this fake honeymoon that deeply."
But Monty didn't even flinch at Romi's teasing. The tears kept falling, his heart cracking open in quiet devastation.
Romi tilted his head, confused. "Wait… are you crying?"
Monty sniffled, barely nodding.
Romi blinked. "Don't tell me... do you want a kiss?"
Monty gave a weak nod through his tears.
Romi sighed heavily. "I told you already—I'm not interested in you, okay? I thought we made that clear."
But Monty suddenly looked up at him with disgust in his eyes and snapped, "Ew. Who would want to kiss your lips?"
Romi raised an eyebrow. "Then what were you pointing at?"
Monty pointed again—this time, clearly toward.
"I wanted her kiss," Monty said softly, voice trembling. "Not yours."
Romi followed his gaze and saw Naina and the man still flirting.
Misunderstanding again, Romi's jaw dropped. "You wanted to kiss that guy?"
Monty blinked in disbelief. "What?"
Romi leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "So you want to kiss someone else's husband, but not your own. Got it."
Monty stared at him, completely baffled, until he realized what Romi thought. Then, with a bitter chuckle and a tear-streaked smile, Monty replied, "Well, maybe that's because my husband isn't interested in me."
Romi rolled his eyes. "And here I thought this was going to be a peaceful trip."
But Monty had gone silent again, his fake smile fading. His mind was elsewhere—back with Naina. Back to all the nights he waited for her texts, all the plans they'd made, all the promises whispered like secrets between lovers.
And now she was kissing someone else.
In public.
In front of him.
The pain twisted deeper. He wanted to scream, to ask her why, to demand how long she'd been lying to him.
But instead, he sat quietly, plotting.
Not out of cruelty.
Out of heartbreak.
Naina broke me…
A new fire ignited inside him—not of love, but of revenge. The hurt would fuel him now. And somewhere deep in his soul, a decision was made: