"I... I don't care if you hate me, husband" he whispered, his voice raw but unyielding. His steps were slow, hesitant, yet determined. "I have come this far, and I'll go further. I'll face it... I am strong enough to carry your hate" His throat burned, but he forced the words out. "I know you don't love me... I know you despise me. And still...." His voice cracked, but he pressed on, desperate, unflinching. "I don't care if it's hate or love. I accepted you as my husband the day I said 'I do.' And nothing will change that" "Pathetic" Dhruv spat at last, the word venomous but jagged, cracking at the edges. His tone was sharp, but his voice betrayed the tremor within. "I don't care how much you love me. How much you try. I don't care. Because I am never.. " "...never going to love you" He stepped closer, "It's good you've accepted it.. that I hate you. Because I do, biwi" His lips quivered, his glare unwavering even as his breath shook. "I hated you then... and I hate you now. Just like I did the day I said 'I do.'"