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Veer sat behind his desk, focused on the presentation he had been working on all morning. His head was pounding, the weight of everything that had happened in the past few days pressing down on him. When the door suddenly swung open, his irritation flared up. He looked up, ready to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, but the words caught in his throat when he saw her.
Tara.
Without saying a word, she stormed in, her face set in a hard line of anger. She moved with a purpose, throwing a stack of papers onto his desk, her eyes blazing with fury. Veer stared at the papers for a second, recognizing them immediately. Divorce papers. His heart twisted painfully in his chest as he tore his eyes away from the papers and looked at her.
"What is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice sharp and filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
Veer's jaw clenched. He knew what she was asking, but he had no idea why she was acting like this. These were the papers she wanted, weren't they? He had given her what she clearly seemed to want, what she had been signaling through her actions for the past few weeks. So why was she asking him what was wrong with him?
"They were what you wanted," he said, his voice strained as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The sadness, the frustration, the anger—it all bubbled just beneath the surface, threatening to spill out at any moment.
Tara's eyes widened, pure disbelief flashing across her face. "What?" she asked, her voice lower now, almost like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"When did I ever say that to you?" she continued, the challenge clear in her tone as she stared him down, refusing to look away.
Veer swallowed hard, the pain in his chest tightening further. "You didn't have to say it, Tara," he replied, trying to keep his voice calm even though it was clear the hurt was bleeding through. "It was obvious. From your actions."
The words hung in the air between them, thick with all the unspoken things neither of them had dared to address until now. He was putting it out there, the frustration that had been gnawing at him for days, the distance she had put between them, the way she had been avoiding him, her constant absences.
Tara stared at him in disbelief, her hands going to her hair in frustration. "God," she muttered under her breath.
Her voice was sharp, cutting, as she glared at him like she couldn't understand how he was even saying these things to her. Veer's heart sank lower. He didn't understand what was happening. Why was she here, arguing with him like this, after everything she had done? Why was she making this harder than it already was?
Just as Veer was about to respond, the door opened again, and Aarav entered the room, holding a tablet in his hand. "Sir, I—"
"Cancel all of your Sir's meetings today, Aarav," Tara interrupted, her voice cold and commanding as she continued to stare Veer down. "He's going to be busy."
