The Unwanted Wife: She had his name. The other woman had his heart.
Series Name: Unconventional Love
Book 1: The Other One (Live and available to read on Amazon Kindle)
Book 2: Crooked Love – The Prequel (Live and available to read on Amazon Kindle)
Book 3: The Unwanted Wife – Coming Soon.
Book 4: Crooked Destinies – Coming Soon.
The Unwanted Wife
They ask me why I married him.
Why I stepped into a relationship that had no space for love.
Why I accepted a commitment when every sign screamed I shouldn’t?
Love had already closed its doors on me long ago, so what did he have that made me say yes to a half-life? Maybe it was the relief—at least he didn’t have someone else. Or so I thought. And when I found out he did, everything shifted. Because then, I wasn’t just the forgotten piece of furniture in his life—I became replaceable.
I’m Priya Raichand, and I married a man who told me, without hesitation, that he didn’t love me. That he didn’t even want to marry me.
But I didn’t walk away.
He was tied to a promise he couldn’t break, and so was I. A promise to myself. To survive. To protect whatever little was left of me.
Kairav Raichand. His name alone could cause ripples—he wasn’t just an eligible bachelor, he was an icon, the kind of man women wrote stories about. Mysterious, powerful, untouchable. And I thought, maybe if he stayed loyal, love would eventually come. After all, many marriages have made it without love. It wasn’t a fantasy.
It was a compromise. A hope.
Then she entered our lives. So unlike me in every way. I wore sarees and salwars, she walked in with fitted dresses and an aura that turned heads.
I carried maturity like armor; she wore youth like perfume—light, free, and intoxicating.
Was that all it took?
Was Kairav just a man, after all, pulled in by something younger, livelier?
Maybe. But she didn’t have one thing I did—his name. I was Priya Kairav Raichand. The wife. The one chosen by family, bound by vows. She was… the other one. And no matter how bright her presence, she would always be that—his other.
I was determined to get rid of her. To pull her out of our lives, no matter the cost. And then, the unthinkable happened. She left. And he… he let her go. I should’ve felt victorious.
But if I had known the price I’d pay, I might’ve made a different choice.
Because now, I’m on my knees. Begging. Pleading. Asking for mercy from the man who once looked right through me. But he’s not listening. The rage in his eyes—it’s not just anger. It’s heartbreak. It’s betrayal. It’s a darkness I can’t reason with.
I scream for mercy, hoping something inside him might still remember me. The woman who stayed. Who endured. But I don’t think my voice is reaching him anymore. And deep down, I know… he may never forgive me.
Thank you
