SIYASAT- E - ISHQ

The room felt tense, like the air itself was holding back something unresolved.

Sahil stood close to her, his expression controlled but his grip firm as he pulled her slightly toward him.

"Zoya Qureshi... main tumse baat kar raha hoon."

Zoya immediately tried to free her hand, creating distance between them.

"Mujhe aapse baat nahi karni, Mr. Sahil Singh Rajput."

Her voice was calm, but there was a clear wall in it.

His hold tightened slightly.

"Kyun? Kya problem hai?"

This time, patience was gone.

Zoya looked straight into his eyes. No hesitation. No fear.

"Problem aap ho."

A brief pause.

"Because you are a politician... aur mujhe politics se nafrat hai."

The words were steady. Personal.

Sahil's jaw tightened. His gaze didn't move from her face.

"You know what..." his voice dropped, colder now,
"tum sirf apni side dekhti ho."

A beat.

"Selfish ho tum."

Zoya didn't react immediately.

For a second, the hurt showed in her eyes... then disappeared.

"I learned from the best."

Her voice was quiet.

But it hit harder than anything else.

Sahil released her hand abruptly.

"I hate you too."

Zoya didn't respond.

She stepped back, wiping her tears before they could fall completely... and walked out without looking back.

The door closed.

And the silence that followed felt heavier than the argument. No

Will they be together again????