"Satakshi kept receiving continuous calls from an unknown number. At first, she ignored them, but by the fourth call, her patience wore thin, and she finally answered. Her heart froze as a familiar voice came through—it was Mohit. Panic and anger rose simultaneously, and without saying a word, she immediately ended the call. Yet, Mohit persisted, calling her repeatedly. By the tenth call, her frustration boiled over. She answered, her voice trembling with anger and exhaustion."
Satakshi, furious: Kya preshaani hai tumhe? Please, mujhe shanti se jeene do!
Mohit's voice came through, pleading and soft: Akshu, please... ek baar baat kar lo.
"Her chest tightened at the name, her anger now laced with disgust."
Satakshi, snapping: Mujhe koi baat nahi karni, aur mujhe Akshu mat bulao! Tumhare muh se sunke mujhe is naam se bhi nafrat ho jaayegi.
"Her words sliced through the silence. Mohit sounded hurt but determined."
Mohit, pleading: Satakshi, tum itna kaise badal gayi? Pehle toh tum mujhe itna pyaar karti thi... aur mere muh se Akshu sunke khush hoti thi. Ab kyu?
"A bitter smile played on Satakshi's lips as memories she had buried resurfaced."
Satakshi, firm: Waqt ke saath badalna padta hai. Tum bhi toh badal gaye the na? Ab meri baari hai.
Mohit, confused: Main kab badla?
Satakshi's voice cracked slightly, but she maintained her resolve: Please, mujhe us din ki koi baat nahi karni. Aur mujhe dobara call mat karna. Main woh Satakshi nahi hoon ab. Ab rishte badal gaye hain. Ab main kisi ki bahu hoon... kisi ki patni hoon. Aur main nahi chahti ki meri married life mein koi bhi dikkat aae.
Mohit's voice grew angrier, his frustration bubbling over: Tum us Darsh ki wajah se mujhse baat nahi kar rahi ho? Woh mana karta hai kya tumhe? Mujhe batao, usko toh main dekh lunga.
"Her eyes narrowed, anger sparking within her. She clenched the phone tighter."
Satakshi, coldly: Har koi tumhari tarah nahi hota, Mohit. Darsh ne kabhi mujhe mana nahi kiya. Woh toh khud chahte hain ki main ek baar tumhari baat sun lu. Lekin maine mana kar diya. Kyunki mujhe tum mein aur tumhari baaton mein koi interest nahi hai. Aur unko kuch karne ki sochna bhi mat. Agar mujhe mere pati pe ek kharoch bhi dikhi, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga.
"Her fierce declaration silenced him momentarily. When he spoke again, his tone was apologetic yet insistent."
Mohit, softly: Sorry, Satakshi... main nahi karunga usse kuch. Lekin tum please ek baar meri baat sun lo. Aur... aur yeh baar-baar 'mera pati, mera pati' bolna band karo. Mujhe accha nahi lag raha yeh sab sunke.
Satakshi let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm: Tumhare accha lagne ya na lagne se kuch badalne wala nahi hai. Sach yeh hai ki meri shaadi ho gayi hai. Aur agar tum mein thodi bhi sharam baaki hai, toh mujhse dobara baat karne ya call karne ki sochna bhi mat.
"Without waiting for a response, Satakshi ended the call, her hands trembling with anger. Just then, Darsh emerged from the bathroom, his hair wet and towel draped over his shoulders. He looked at her with curiosity."
Darsh, playfully: Sab theek? Itne gusse mein kisko hadka rahi thi aap? Kaun tha woh bechara jo aapke gusse ka shikar bana?
Satakshi shot him a glare, though her lips threatened to twitch into a smile: Excuse me! Gusse ka shikar matlab? Main gussa nahi karti hu, samjhe?
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unexpected love
Romance"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
