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Arjun:
(Leaning against the doorframe)
“Dinner was good. Thanks for handling everything tonight.”
Riya:
(Not looking at him, her tone distant)
“Sure. No problem.”
Arjun:
(Sensing something is off, stepping closer)
“You’ve been quiet since this afternoon. Did something happen?”
Riya:
(Letting out a bitter laugh, turning to face him)
“Happen? Let’s see… I had Aman declaring his love for me in front of the whole school, Meera walking around this house like she owns it, and you expecting me to ‘handle’ it all without saying a word. So, yeah, I guess you could say something happened.”
Arjun:
(Frowning)
“I already told you I’m dealing with Meera. You don’t need to let her get under your skin.”
Riya:
(Slapping a dish onto the drying rack, her voice rising)
“She is under my skin, Arjun! She walks into your study, makes herself at home, and tells me to enjoy what little time I have with you! And you—you just expect me to ignore it?”
Arjun:
(Frustrated)
“I told her to back off. What more do you want from me?”
Riya:
(Facing him, her eyes blazing)
“I want you to understand how hard this is for me! I didn’t ask for this marriage, Arjun. I didn’t choose this life. Every day, I have to deal with people who think they know what’s best for me, who think they can decide what I should feel, who I should love. And now I’m stuck between Aman’s obsession and Meera’s constant attacks while you tell me to ‘handle it’!”
Arjun:
(Lowering his voice, guilt creeping in)
“Riya, I never meant to put you in this position. I’m trying to figure this out too. But you’re not the only one who had to give up something.”
Riya:
(Laughing bitterly)
“Really? What exactly did you give up, Arjun? Your fancy MBA plans? Your perfect image? Because last I checked, you still have everything you’ve ever wanted—your family’s business, your freedom to do whatever you please. Meanwhile, I’m here cleaning dishes, dealing with your messes, and wondering if I even matter in all of this!”
