London's mornings were cold, but Kashvi had learned how to breathe in the chill without flinching.
At 5:30 a.m., she stood near the glass window of her penthouse, the city stretched beneath her like a kingdom she had built from ashes.
"Mom…"
The tiny voice behind her softened everything.
She turned, and there he was.
Kriday.
Ten years old.
Her heartbeat outside her body.
The only piece of her past she never regretted.
His messy hair fell over his forehead as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Good morning, Mumma," he said, walking straight into her arms.
She knelt and hugged him tightly. Once, she had begged for love from the wrong people. Now love called her Mumma every morning.
And that was enough.
By 8 a.m., softness turned into steel.
Kashvi mehra — Founder & CEO of K.M. Global Enterprises.
Boardrooms waited. Investors listened. Headlines followed.
The same woman who was once silenced in her own marriage now controlled million-pound deals with a single sentence.
"Schedule the Singapore merger meeting for next week," she instructed calmly.
No fear.
No hesitation.
No permission asked.
She didn't survive her past.
She outgrew it.
But destiny has a strange habit.
Just when life feels stable…
it whispers an old name back into existence.
And somewhere far away, someone who once believed she belonged to him…
was about to learn—
She belongs to no one.