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Krish Deewan (26 years old)
A charming man with a radiant aura and a well-known businessman. As the CEO of a leading automobile company, he has an unmatched passion for cars. He rarely allows himself to break down, but whenever memories of his father resurface, the pain quietly returns. Four years ago, his father died in an accident, leaving a wound that took Krish years to heal.
Aashi Varma (21 years old)
A fragile soul, broken by the very people who were supposed to protect her.
She lived a peaceful life only until she was fifteen.
After that, her life became a living nightmare.
She couldn't run.
She couldn't complain.
She couldn't scream or cry.
She could only endure.
She was treated worse than trash, until surviving became the only thing she knew. Warmth, love, and care became foreign to her. She wore her wounds and scars like a second skin.
And even then...
Life demanded more from her.
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"Aashi, tell me what's wrong."
Krish's voice was soft, but the frustration he felt was impossible to hide.
Aashi's expression remained blank, just as it always did.
"I just want a divorce," she said coldly.
Krish blinked.
"Why?" he whispered.
"Because you know nothing about me. And moreover... I have nothing to give you."
Her words were calm, almost painfully reasonable.
Krish slowly dropped to his knees before her.
The pain on his face was unmistakable.
His eyes had already turned glassy.
"You're enough for me," he said.
Aashi didn't answer.
He slowly reached for her hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb.
That single touch was enough.
The wall she had built around herself shattered.
"Krish... please don't make it harder for me," she sobbed.
"Aashi..." he whispered helplessly.
"The scars... the pain... the years I spent enduring everything... my panic attacks..."
Her voice trembled as tears streamed freely down her face.