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.Chapter-30. Cry all day.

2700+ words

Teri baaton ka jaadu hai, Dil ko chu jata hai! Teri hasi ke khwab hai, Raaton ko saja jaati hai

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Author's pov:

The rest of the day was a blur for Anshika. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept returning to the photos. She couldn't shake the images from her mind or the sense of betrayal that accompanied them. Despite her attempts to concentrate, she found herself making mistakes and losing track of time.

Her colleagues noticed her distraction, but she brushed off their concerns, claiming she was just tired. Inside, she was battling a storm of emotions—anger, sadness, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. She couldn't bring herself to talk about it, not yet. She needed to process it all first.

The rest of the day was a blur for Anshika. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept returning to the photos. She couldn't shake the images from her mind or the sense of betrayal that accompanied them. Despite her attempts to concentrate, she found herself making mistakes and losing track of time.

Her colleagues noticed her distraction, but she brushed off their concerns, claiming she was just tired. Inside, she was battling a storm of emotions—anger, sadness, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. She couldn't bring herself to talk about it, not yet. She needed to process it all first.

Ashwin, sensing something was deeply wrong, tried multiple times to talk to Anshika throughout the evening. "Anshika, please, talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, Ashwin," she replied coldly. "I'm just tired."

But Ashwin knew it was more than that. He felt a growing sense of dread as he watched his wife retreat into herself, her normally warm and open demeanor replaced by a cold, distant shell. He wanted to reach out, to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, but every attempt was met with resistance.

"Anshika, please, I can see you're upset. Let me help," he pleaded.

"Help with what?" she snapped. "There's nothing you can do, Ashwin. Just leave me alone."

Ashwin was left standing in the hallway, feeling helpless and frustrated. He didn't know what had happened, but he was determined to find out and fix it.

That night, as Anshika lay in bed, she couldn't find any peace. The images of Ashwin with another woman haunted her, making it impossible to sleep. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with questions and doubts. How could Ashwin do this to her? Was their marriage a lie?

Despite her anger and hurt, there was a part of her that wanted to believe Ashwin, to trust that he would never betray her. But the photos were so convincing, so damning. She didn't know what to think or how to feel.

As the hours dragged on, Anshika finally gave up on sleep. She got out of bed and sat by the window, staring out into the night. Tears streamed down her face as she thought about the future. She and Ashwin had been through so much already, and now they were facing yet another challenge. She didn't know if their marriage could survive this latest blow.

The morning sun was bright, but the atmosphere in the house was heavy with tension. Anshika woke up with a sense of unease, a feeling that something wasn't right. She went through her morning routine, but her mind kept drifting back to the lunch with Vikram the previous day.

As she walked downstairs, she found Dadi in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Dadi," Anshika greeted, trying to sound cheerful.

"Good morning, beta," Dadi responded with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"