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Priya knew in her gut that she was about to uncover something unexpected, but she was resolute in her determination to catch Ved in his deceit. With a steadying breath, she picked up her phone and dialed his number, her fingers trembling slightly as she pressed the buttons.

The phone rang twice before Ved’s voice came through, casual and unguarded. “Hello?”

“Where are you now, Ved?” Priya asked, her voice calm but edged with an undercurrent of tension.

There was a brief pause before Ved responded, his tone laced with sarcasm."Oh come on, honey, how stupid a question is that? Didn't I tell you I'm in Dubai and have a meeting in a couple of hours?" Ved replied, his tone almost dismissive.

Priya smiled, a bitter edge to her expression. She knew the truth already, having uncovered the evidence she needed. But she played along, her voice steady. “Everything well there?”

“Of course,” Ved replied smoothly, as if nothing were amiss. “Just business as usual.”

Priya ended the call, her smile faded. The truth was now clear, and with it, the path she needed to take. She had seen through his lies and was ready to confront the reality head-on, no matter the cost.

As she walked through the lavish hallway of the hotel, her steps quickened. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Finally, she reached the door of their room, her hand trembling slightly as she knocked.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Ved's stunned face. He stood there, his expression frozen in shock. Priya's eyes drifted past him, settling on the disheveled bed behind him where a woman lounged casually, her presence unmistakable.

For a split second, the world seemed to stand still. The betrayal cut through Priya like a knife. Without a word, she stepped forward, her hand rising instinctively. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, sharp and decisive. Ved recoiled, his face a mask of disbelief and pain.

Priya turned on her heel, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She walked away, each step echoing with the finality of her decision. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Ved to grapple with the consequences of his actions. The surprise visit had taken a turn no one could have anticipated, leaving behind a silence that spoke volumes.

After leaving the place, Priya walked with heavy steps towards a nearby bar, her mind a whirl of emotions and her heart weighed down by the burden of a crumbling marriage. She entered the dimly lit establishment, the smoky air and murmured conversations offering a strange solace. The bartender, recognizing the look of despair in her eyes, silently poured her a drink.

Priya sat at the bar, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass, each sip a futile attempt to drown the sorrow that seemed to have taken permanent residence in her soul. As the evening wore on, the clinking of glasses and muted laughter around her faded into the background, replaced by the memories of her life with Ved. She thought about their wedding day, the promises they made, and the countless moments of shared joy and pain. Fifteen years of loyalty and love had ended in betrayal, and the weight of that realization crushed her.

Tears streamed down her face, each one a testament to the dreams that had turned to dust. She cried for the lost years, for the love that had been taken for granted, and for the future that now seemed uncertain and bleak. The bartender, with a sympathetic glance, refilled her glass, but no amount of alcohol could numb the ache in her heart.

The hours slipped by, and the bar gradually emptied. Priya sat alone, her sobs quieting into a resigned silence. When the bartender finally announced last call, she knew it was time to leave. She stood up unsteadily, her body heavy with exhaustion and sadness. As she walked out into the cool night air, the reality of her situation settled over her like a shroud.

Priya's footsteps echoed in the deserted streets, each step taking her further from the life she once knew. The bar's neon sign flickered behind her, a distant beacon in the darkness, as she made her way to the cab.

Then she gave the driver an address, but as they drove through the quiet streets, she changed her mind. "Take me to the beach," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror but said nothing, altering the course to the nearest shore.

When they arrived, she paid the fare and stepped out, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore drawing her forward. The beach was deserted, a tranquil expanse under the silver glow of the moon. She kicked off her shoes and let the cool sand slide between her toes, her thoughts a jumbled mess of pain and despair.

Priya walked towards the water, the cold sea breeze mingling with the warmth of her tears. Each step felt like shedding a layer of the life she no longer recognized, a life torn apart by betrayal and heartbreak. The icy waves lapped at her feet, but she continued, deeper and deeper, as if seeking solace in the embrace of the ocean.

In the distance, a man sat alone, staring at a bottle of sleeping pills in his hand. The weight of his own despair mirrored in the dark liquid within the bottle. He was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a decision that could end it all. But as he looked up, he saw Priya, her silhouette barely discernible against the shimmering water. Alarm bells rang in his mind, snapping him out of his dark reverie.

"Hey, stop! Where are you going? Don't go, it's dangerous!" he shouted, his voice breaking the silence of the night. His words were carried away by the wind, lost in the roar of the ocean. Priya, oblivious to his cries, continued her determined march into the sea, the water now swirling around her waist.

The man scrambled to his feet, the pills forgotten, and sprinted towards her. "Please, stop!" he yelled, his voice hoarse with panic. The sight of her disappearing into the waves filled him with a sudden, desperate need to save her.

The man's heart raced as he sprinted across the sand, the salty air stinging his lungs. As he reached Priya, he grabbed her hand just as she stepped deeper into the frigid water. Priya, startled by the sudden touch, tried to jerk her hand away, her reflexes driven by a desperate need to escape. In the chaos, they both lost their footing and fell into the crashing waves.

The cold water enveloped them, and for a moment, the world was a blur of salt and foam. Struggling against the pull of the sea, he fought to keep hold of her, the weight of their drenched clothes dragging them down. He kicked and thrashed, determined not to let go, his grip on her tightening as they were tossed by the waves. Finally, with a burst of strength born from sheer will, he managed to drag Priya back towards the shore, each step a battle against the relentless tide.

Gasping for breath, he pulled her limp form onto the beach. Priya lay motionless, her face pale and eyes closed, the light of the moon casting a ghostly glow on her still features. Panic surged through him as he knelt beside her, shaking her gently. "Please, wake up," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Come on, don't do this."

She remained unresponsive, and his heart clenched with fear. He quickly checked her pulse, relief flooding him as he felt a faint but steady beat beneath his fingers. Gathering her in his arms, he stood, her weight a reminder of the urgency of the situation. The sand shifted under his feet as he hurried towards his car, each step a struggle against the exhaustion threatening to overtake him.

The night was eerily quiet, the sound of the waves now a distant murmur as he reached his vehicle. Carefully, he laid Priya on the back seat, her head resting gently against the upholstery. He climbed into the driver's seat, his hands shaking as he started the engine.

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