

That is my only Fault
In a world shattered by accusations and hidden truths, Nira Joshi stands accused of a heinous crime: the murder of her ex-husband Paavak Agarkar's parents. Six years after a bitter divorce, fate conspires to throw them together once more, forcing them to collaborate on a high-stakes business project. Can Nira prove her innocence, or will the weight of past betrayals and simmering hatred finally consume them both? Dive into a tale where love, loyalty, and the relentless pursuit of truth collide.He stood there, the postmortem report clutched in hands that trembled with rage. "You killed my parents. You are a bloody murderer!" His voice cracked with accusation.
She recoiled, tears streaming down her face. "No, believe me I didn't do anything. I swear I don't know how they died," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
"I am not a fool to believe you. The postmortem report clearly states they died due to poison. They had only their breakfast and it was made by you, wasn't it?" He seized her shoulders, his grip tightening.
"Yes, I made the breakfast. But I didn't mix the poison in it," she sobbed, trembling in his grasp.
"Oh, please don't show your fake tears to me. I believed your innocent face once. I didn't know you would go to this extent just to make me move out of my parents' house." His grip became even tighter.
"I accept I wanted you to move out but I am not a murderer." She almost collapsed.
"Just because your father made the court believe that my parents died by committing suicide, you thought we would also believe you, isn't it?" Another voice boomed, and his brother stepped forward, eyes bloodshot. Her last hope died when he, too, turned away.
