Mr. Malhotra is my husband

I want to be with you

Recap - Yuvin gets to know that Agnes has applied for a divorce which shattered him.

Near Yuvin's father home,

Yuvin sat emotionless.

" Let's go inside," Stephan said, placing a hand on Yuvin's shoulder.

Yuvin nodded silently and stepped out of the car.

As they walked toward the house, he felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness, as if the ground beneath him had given way and he was falling into an endless void.

Yuvin sat silently in his father's cemetery, his fingers tracing the damp earth beneath him.

The air was thick with the scent of wet grass, the whispers of the wind carrying memories he wasn't ready to face.

His father's name was etched in the cold stone before him, but he couldn't bring himself to read it. It hurt too much.

He looked at his father's photo as if the man was looking at him.

He hadn't spoken a word since he arrived, but emotions swirled violently inside him, threatening to spill over. His hands clenched into fists, then relaxed, over and over, as if trying to grip something-anything-that felt stable. But nothing was.

This morning, when Agnes casually mentioned she had other plans, something inside him twisted painfully.

He had thought, she might have planned to quit her career, walking away from the pressures of her job just to be with him, to make things work. But he never imagined she would act this way. Not today. Not when he needed her the most.

His mind raced through the past weeks. How had she changed so soon? Or had she always been this way, and he had been too blinded by love to see it?

Yuvin wanted to cry, to scream, to shatter the silence with his agony. But he couldn't.

He was a man who never exposed his emotions. At least not his pain.

He simply sat there, his eyes fixed on his father's picture, which rested against the tombstone. The man who had always been his pillar, his guide. Now, he was gone. And Yuvin felt like he was sinking into an abyss with no one to pull him out.

A warm pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Stephan.

Stephan watched Yuvin sit there, motionless, his eyes empty as if he had already accepted the pain his father would inflict. The quiet resignation on his face made Stephan’s chest tighten. He wanted to reach out, to say something, but the weight of his own guilt held him back.

He hadn’t meant to be the bearer of such pain, but the damage was done. Now, as he looked at Yuvin’s silent sorrow, he hated himself for adding to it.

"Why me, Stephan? Why?" Yuvin's voice cracked, and his breath hitched as he tried to hold back the tears.

Stephan didn't answer, just tightened his embrace.

"I agree... the marriage happened differently. But from day one, I told her-speak to me. Tell me everything. I never hid anything from her. I told her truth should be the base of our relationship. What does she expect from me?" His voice broke as tears streamed down his face. The weight of unspoken pain bore down on his chest.

Stephan sighed, his voice steady. "Leave her, man. She doesn't deserve you."

Yuvin let out a bitter laugh, wiping his eyes harshly. "Who do I deserve then, Stephan? Tell me. Because I don't deserve my father, my mother, my siblings, my family... love... my wife. What else do I deserve? Do I deserve nothing in this world?" His voice cracked into raw sobs as he buried his face in his hands.