As Lavanya stood there, her heart heavy with hurt and confusion, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of betrayal. Varun's outburst had cut her to the core, shattering the image she had always held of him as a loving and supportive husband.
As she cleaned up the broken glass, her mind raced with questions. What had she done to deserve such harsh treatment? Why was Varun suddenly so cold and distant? And most importantly, how could she bridge the growing chasm between them?
Meanwhile, Varun sat alone in their bedroom, his anger slowly subsiding to reveal a gnawing sense of guilt. He knew he had gone too far with his outburst, but he couldn't seem to shake off the frustration and stress that had been building up inside him for weeks.
As he lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse for the hurtful words he had hurled at Lavanya. She didn't deserve to be treated that way, especially not by him.
But even as he acknowledged his mistakes, a part of him couldn't help but feel resentful towards Lavanya. He blamed her for not understanding his struggles, for not being there for him when he needed her the most. And deep down, he couldn't shake off the feeling that she was somehow responsible for his mounting stress and frustration.
As the night wore on, the divide between husband and wife seemed to grow wider, each lost in their own thoughts and feelings.
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Village meets city love
General FictionAs the night wore on, Lavanya lay in bed, feeling numb and vulnerable, the memory of Varun's roughness lingering on her mind like a bitter taste. She couldn't help but wonder how they had reached this point, where love had been replaced by anger and...
