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“Welcome home, stranger.”

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Synopsis
Dhruve thought he had it all: a loving wife, a successful career, and a life he’d built against all odds. Every day, the simple words "Welcome home, dear" from his wife were his personal heaven, erasing the grind of the world. Three years of blissful marriage, a defiant victory over family objections, had convinced him he’d cracked life’s code. Then came the morning he forgot his phone. Rushing back home during his lunch break, eager to see her face and retrieve his forgotten device, Dhruve’s world shattered. Through a barely ajar bedroom door, he heard it: his wife’s familiar laugh, intertwined with the unmistakable grunts of another man. The woman he loved, the sanctuary he called home—both brutally violated. Frozen, reeling from betrayal, Dhruve chose silence over explosion. He captured damning proof, then walked away, a ghost in his own house. The rage was searing, but beneath it, a chilling resolve began to form. He wouldn't scream; he would plot. He wouldn't break; he would rebuild—a calculated, precise revenge. "Welcome Home, Stranger." is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and the meticulous unraveling of a life built on a lie. When heaven shatters, and fury turns cold, how far will a man go to reclaim his narrative and make his betrayer stand naked in the unforgiving light of truth? This isn't just a story of revenge; it's a slow-burning engine of retribution, fueled by small, surgical cuts, until there's nothing left to feed.
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Chapter 1 - The Perfect Mistake

Man… life's a damn joke sometimes. You spend years fighting everyone—your own family even—just to marry the girl you love. And when you finally win, you feel like the king of the world. That was me. Dhruve. I thought I had cracked life's code. Work my ass off all day, drag myself back home half-dead, and then the door opens—there she is. My wife. Smiling, soft voice saying, "Welcome home, dear." Fuck, that feeling… like the whole world disappeared. Singles won't ever get it. They can laugh, but they don't know shit. That moment was heaven.

Three years like that. Pure bliss. Every day I thanked myself for not listening to my family. I was sure I'd made the right choice. Haha, yeah… idiot me.

Then came that morning. I was late. Rushed out like a mad dog—tie half-done, shoes not even polished. Grabbed the office files, slammed the door, ran for the cab. Didn't even realize I left my phone on the dining table. Damn thing just sitting there, screen down.

At the office, I felt weird. Like something missing. Kept patting my pockets, searching under papers during the meeting. Nothing. My chest felt heavy, like I'd lost a lung or something. That phone wasn't just a phone—it was her. Messages, photos, calls. My connection to her. Without it, I felt empty.

The meeting dragged like hell. My boss kept talking numbers, clients making fake laughs, and I was just staring blank. Then one client joked, "Haha, go home, man. Go see your wife, maybe she'll cheer you up." And suddenly it clicked. Yeah… why not? My phone's at home, she's at home, I can grab both.

So lunch break comes, and I run. Took a cab, city honking like crazy, my brain already imagining her face. She'd probably tease me—"Haha, again? Can't live one day without me?" Damn right I can't. I was even smiling like a fool in the taxi, excited to just see her.

Reached the building. Key in the lock. Heart beating fast like I was sneaking back from school. Door opened—bam. Smell of home. My place. My life. Phone lying on the table, waiting. Picked it up, felt better. All good.

But then… I walked past the bedroom.

And I heard it.

A sound. A laugh. Not just any laugh. Her laugh. But twisted. Different. And then… another sound. A man's voice. A rhythm I knew damn well.

My smile froze. My feet turned heavy. And that was the second my heaven shattered into pieces.