"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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Six months had passed since the separation of Hriday and Anjana, and the once harmonious melody of their lives had transformed into a dissonant symphony.
Hriday had leaped into a realm of arrogance and strictness, driven by a misguided belief that distance would mend the cracks in their relationship.
His days were consumed by the demands of a high-powered job, and his evenings were a whirlwind of social engagements with no room for reflection.
The once easygoing and compassionate Hriday had evolved into a stern figure, ruling both his professional and personal domains with an iron fist.
In the wake of the separation, the once vibrant and close-knit family of the Rajvansh's, Hriday, found itself grappling with the echoes of fractured bonds.
The absence of Anjana was like the absence of unity cast a shadow over the household, and each member bore the weight of their collective suffering.
Hriday's parents, once the pillars of strength, now navigated a landscape marked by strained conversations and unspoken sorrow.
The laughter, and teasing that used to fill the air were replaced by a heavy silence, and the shared meals carried a lingering sense of emptiness.
His younger siblings, who had once looked up to Hriday for guidance and camaraderie, now felt a void in their lives.
The family gatherings, once a source of joy, became somber occasions as the absence of Anjana created an emotional vacuum that no one knew how to fill. It's like the family forgot how to love someone an outsider like they once loved.
Emotionally, the family of both struggled with the aftermath of the separation. Anjana's deed and her behavior on that black day had left a void not only in their hearts but also in the emotional support she had provided.
The burden of maintaining their lifestyle along with their emotional void son and his maintaining distance between himself and his family became an uphill battle, adding an extra layer of stress to an already strained situation.
The family home, once a haven of warmth and love, now felt like a museum of memories that haunted them.
Pictures of happier times adorned the walls, serving as painful reminders of what was lost.
The scent of nostalgia lingered in every room, a bittersweet perfume that underscored the magnitude of their shared suffering.
Despite their collective efforts to move forward, the family found solace in fleeting moments of togetherness and the hope that time would eventually heal the wounds.
Little did they know that the path ahead held both challenges and opportunities for growth, as they navigated the complexities of rebuilding their lives in the aftermath of separation.
