Ishika married Sahil out of love. However, their marriage lasted only 2 years and her life became struggling mess after the divorce.
Ishika sat across from Sahil, her heart pounding as she struggled to find the strength to speak the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind.
"I want a divorce from you," she finally declared, her voice trembling but resolute.
Sahil's chuckle echoed in the tense silence, a mocking sound that cut through her. With a smirk, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Oh really?" he taunted, his eyes glinting with arrogance. "You think you can survive without my money for even a single day?"
"That's none of your business, Mr. Malhotra," Ishika shot back, the fire in her voice barely masking her hurt.
Sahil leaned forward, a condescending grin plastered on his face. "Just drop this nonsense, Ishika. Tell me what you want this time. Let me guess-your family wants some favor, as usual?" His sarcasm dripped like venom, each word striking her like a physical blow.
Feeling the weight of his words, Ishika's eyes glistened with tears. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. "Just give me the divorce, Sahil," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You'll be free from this burden."
As she looked into his eyes, searching for the man she once loved, all she saw was indifference.Buried under the weight of their crumbling relationship, the anguish in her chest tightened, and she fought to keep her composure. "I can't live like this anymore. It's suffocating."
Sahil shrugged, the flicker of concern vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "You're being dramatic. You'll realize how good you have it once you're out there on your own."
Sahil and Ishika's relationship is a turbulent saga of passion and conflict. The tension between them simmers, fueled by misunderstandings and unspoken desires.