𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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"Divorce papers," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
At first, my instinct is to laugh at his face, to dismiss it as some ridiculous joke. But then my eyes trace the words, the seal stamped firmly in the top corner. The authenticity is undeniable.
My throat tightens. This isn’t fake.
I glance up, my dry lips parting in disbelief, only to find him watching me intently, studying every flicker of emotion crossing my face.
"What...?" My voice falters. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.
What is this?
"Sign it," he says, his tone steady, almost cold.
The command shakes me out of my stupor. My mind spins as I search for clarity, for answers, for any explanation that might make sense of this moment.
I look down at the paper again, my hands trembling. Then, I force myself to meet his gaze.
"What is this, Aman?" My voice trembles, a faint edge of desperation creeping in.
He clenches his jaw, his face hardening. For a moment, he doesn’t answer, the silence stretching unbearably. Then, he looks away, exhaling heavily, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his words.
"I want a divorce."
The finality of it shatters me. My world tilts, threatening to collapse beneath me.
He want to be separated from me?
"B-but..." I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "But why?" My eyes sting, the burn of unshed tears threatening to spill.
"Why?" He echoes, his tone cold and distant. His gaze drops to the papers in my trembling hands. "Because our six-month term is coming to an end."
Six months?
His words hit like a slap, leaving me breathless. I thought we were beyond that.
"What are you talking about?" My throat tightens painfully, each word a struggle. "Aman, if this is some kind of joke... please stop. It's not funny. It hurts." My breaths come in shallow gasps, my chest tightening with every passing second.
For a fleeting moment, something flickers in his eyes, regret, guilt, maybe even pain. But before I can figure it out, he shuts it away, his expression hardening into an emotionless mask.
