Love less marriage

The Unyielding Spirit

Days turned into weeks, and a subtle change had crept into the dynamics of Divya and Vishnu's marriage. Divya's resolve had deepened, her stubbornness becoming more pronounced as she found herself pushed into a corner she was determined not to escape from.

One evening, as they sat in the elegant dining room, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated their faces, Vishnu leaned across the table. "Divya, I've been thinking. We should plan a weekend getaway, just the two of us. It would give us a chance to spend quality time together."

Divya's eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and reluctance. She took a sip of her drink, her tone clipped. "Vishnu, I'm busy with work and other commitments. I don't have time for a weekend trip."

Vishnu's expression fell, his disappointment evident. "But Divya, spending time together is important. It can help us connect and understand each other better."

Divya's gaze remained resolute. "Vishnu, I don't need a weekend trip to understand you or for you to understand me. Our lives are separate, and that's how I intend to keep them."

Vishnu's frustration was palpable, his voice tinged with a touch of exasperation. "Divya, we're married. We're supposed to share our lives and experiences."

Divya's lips curved into a cold smile. "Marriage doesn't automatically mean sharing everything, Vishnu. I have my life, and you have yours."

That night, as they retired to their bedroom, the atmosphere was charged with tension. They settled on opposite sides of the bed, a physical representation of the emotional distance that had grown between them.

Vishnu's voice was soft, carrying a hint of hurt. "Divya, I don't understand why you're shutting me out like this."

Divya's gaze was fixed on the ceiling, her tone unapologetic. "Vishnu, I'm not shutting you out. I'm merely living my life the way I see fit."

Vishnu's eyes searched hers a

mixture of frustration and longing in his gaze. "But we're married, Divya. We should be partners in every sense."

Divya's resolve remained unbroken, her stubbornness etched into every word she spoke. "Partnership doesn't mean relinquishing one's individuality. I won't change who I am."

The night continued in uneasy silence, their conversation a reflection of the widening chasm between them. The room, once a symbol of intimacy, now mirrored their emotional separation.

As they lay in the darkness, Divya's thoughts echoed with the weight of her secrets and the barriers she had constructed to guard them. The story continued, an unyielding spirit at its core, steering their journey into uncertain waters, where desires clashed and hidden truths lurked beneath the surface.