Unexpectly Yours:The Journey Of An Arranged Marriage

PART 33

[Time passes slowly, each second stretching into what feels like hours. Abhay remains still, the ticking clock in the background the only sound filling the silence.]

Hours Later:
[It was almost midnight when Abhay began to feel uneasy. The house had grown too quiet, too empty. He glanced at his phone again, noticing that Kavya hadn't texted or called. Not even a message saying she was safe.]

[His annoyance started fading, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt.]

Abhay (whispering to himself): "I shouldn't have let her go like that..."

[He sat up, staring at the phone in his hand, debating whether to call her. His pride fought with his concern for her. But as more time passed, his worry began to overwhelm him. He dialed her number.]

[The phone rang once, twice... no answer.]

[He tried again, a sinking feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. Still nothing. His heart pounded as he tried again, his fingers trembling slightly.]

Abhay (nervously): "Come on, Kavya... pick up..."

[The phone went straight to voicemail this time. Panic surged through him, replacing all the anger from earlier. He called her again and again, but her phone remained unreachable.]

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[Kavya steps out into the night, the cool air hitting her face. She starts walking, not really knowing where she's going, her mind racing with thoughts, her heart aching. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn't bother wiping them away. She feels lost, confused, and utterly broken.]

[She hadn't expected the fight to escalate like that. She hadn't expected him to say those things, to hurt her so deeply. All she had wanted was to talk, to fix things. But now... now she didn't know what to do. His words echo in her mind, each one hitting her like a punch to the gut.]

"Maybe this marriage was a mistake."

[Her breath hitches, and she stops walking, standing under the glow of a streetlight. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together, but the cracks are starting to show. The love, the trust—they felt so fragile now. Like everything was hanging by a thread.]

[Kavya takes a shaky breath, her eyes blurry with tears. She didn't know what would happen next. All she knew was that something had shifted tonight—something that wouldn't be easy to fix.]

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[His mind races through the argument, replaying every hurtful word he had said. Regret creeps in, tightening its grip around his chest. It wasn't just the fight. He knows it's about more—the distance between them, the way he had let his stress cloud his judgment. But what if something had happened to her? What if she wasn't safe?]

[The thought sends a chill down his spine. Desperate, he picks up his phone again and dials Neha's number, Kavya's best friend, hoping against hope that she might be with her.]

[Neha answers after a few rings, her voice groggy from sleep.]

Neha (sleepily): "Abhay? What's going on? It's so late..."

Abhay (urgently): "Neha, I need to know—have you heard from Kavya? Is she with you?"

[Neha frowns, now fully awake, sensing the worry in Abhay's voice.]

Neha: "No, I haven't heard from her. Why? Did something happen?"

[Abhay's heart sinks further, disappointment weighing heavy on him.]