Shubman: "Anmol, I just can't understand how Sara could forget about me and agree to marry someone else. The thought of not marrying her is unbearable. For years, I've imagined Sara as my wife and spending the rest of my life with her. But now, Aryan is going to marry Sara and get what I always wanted."
In his rage, Shubman punched the mirror beside him. The glass shattered into many pieces, reflecting his broken heart. Blood ran from his knuckles, but he didn't care. All he could think about was the pain of losing Sara to someone else.
Anmol: "Shubman, what the hell are you doing?"
Anmol quickly grabbed the first aid kit and started bandaging Shubman's hand.
Anmol: "You can't let your anger control you like this. Hurting yourself won't solve anything."
Shubman: "Anmol, I can't lose Sara. I can't stand the thought of her being with someone else."
Anmol: (trying to calm him down) "I know, Shubman. But you need to rest now. We'll figure out what to do next, okay? Just take it easy for a while."
Anmol finished bandaging Shubman's hand and helped him to his bed.
Anmol: "Get some sleep, Shubman.
Shubman reluctantly lay down, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
On the other side, Sara couldn't believe that Shubman had cheated on her, even though his close friend had provided proof. Determined to get answers, she decided to call Shubman and ask him about the pictures.
Sara: "I need to hear it from him. I can't just believe this without talking to Shubman."
She dialed Shubman's number. The phone rang, but Anmol saw the call and quickly cut it. Sara called again, but Anmol cut it once more. This happened multiple times, with Anmol rejecting each call.
Sara: "Why isn't he answering?"
Deciding that a text might get through, Sara sent a message to Shubman.
Sara's text: "Shubman, you can't behave like this. Lift the call. I want to talk. After this call, I will never disturb you again. I want to get clarity on some things."
Anmol, noticing the text notification, unlocked Shubman's phone using his fingerprint while Shubman slept. He read the message from Sara.
Sara (texting):"Answer the call. I want to talk to you."
Anmol (pretending to be Shubman, texting): "I don't even want to hear your voice. Text me."
Sara sent the pictures of Shubman with another girl.
Sara (texting): "What are these? Are they real?"
Anmol (pretending to be Shubman, texting):"How did you get those?"
Sara (texting):"That's none of your business. Just tell me if they are real or not."
Anmol hesitated for a moment, knowing the impact of his next words. He decided to follow through with the lie.
Anmol (pretending to be Shubman, texting):"After you have seen those, there's no point in hiding it from you. Yes, Sara, they are real."
Sara's heart sank as she read the words. She felt a mix of anger, betrayal, and sadness wash over her. She couldn't believe that Shubman, the person she loved so much, could do this to her.
Sara (texting): "Why did you cheat on me? How could you do this?"
Anmol (pretending to be Shubman, texting): "I got bored of you. You were in London, so I wanted to enjoy a little. It's just my age."
