Shreyansh sat in the dimly lit room, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair as he stared at the floor, lost in thought. His mind was a battlefield, torn between anger and sorrow, between acceptance and denial.
The dinner conversation played in a relentless loop, each word like a dagger, cutting deeper into wounds he hadn't realized were still raw.
Arya's silent agreement to the divorce echoed loudest.
She hadn’t protested.
Hadn’t fought.
Hadn’t even looked at him as she acknowledged the inevitable end of their marriage.
And that single moment, that quiet surrender, made something inside him shatter.
*Maybe she never truly loved me.*
The thought sent a piercing ache through his chest, tightening around his ribs like a cruel vice.
He exhaled shakily, rubbing his face, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders.
Lost in his own misery, he didn’t hear the door creak open.
But the faint rustle of movement—hesitant, careful—pulled him back to reality.
His gaze flickered upward, his body tensing as his eyes met hers.
Arya stood in the doorway, her silhouette softly illuminated by the hallway light.
She looked at him—hesitation pooling in her gaze, sadness darkening her features.
She was unsure.
Conflicted.
Yet, she was *here*.
Shreyansh’s expression hardened, his emotions tangled too deeply for him to untangle.
What did she want now?
Had she come to twist the knife deeper? To say something that would break him further? Or was this just another moment of empty silence, of pretending things between them hadn’t fallen apart?
He clenched his jaw, his pulse steady but heavy.
He couldn’t bear another conversation filled with lies.
Couldn’t bear another moment of false hope.
And yet—he waited.
Because no matter how much he wished to walk away—
A part of him still wanted to hear what she had to say.
Arya took a shaky step forward, her pulse pounding in her ears. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried the weight of uncertainty. *"Shreyansh… can we talk?"*
The softness in her tone stood in stark contrast to the bitter words they had exchanged earlier.
Shreyansh’s head lifted sharply, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce, unwavering intensity.
A slow, deliberate step forward.
Then another.
His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, his movements controlled but charged with unspoken fury.
His voice, low and lethal, sent a chill down Arya’s spine.
"You think you can just walk away?" His tone carried a dangerous edge. "From me? From our marriage? After everything you’ve done to me?"
The venom laced in his words stung, piercing through the fragile resolve Arya had tried so hard to maintain.
He sneered, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable—yet burning with emotions too intense to ignore.
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Romance"She was his everything-until she became his assassin." Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away. Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge. But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
