Aditya fell to his knees in the midst of the parked cars, he grabbed her mangalsultra tightly in his hand, the edge cutting into his hand made blood pour down his wrist.
He looked down at his clenched fist smothered in blood "How I wish the sindoor I put in your hair was a different colour from the blood I shed because of your deceit"

He opened his hand, looking at the mangulsultra, his jaw clenched, he looked up at the dark grey sky and let out a broken sob, his shoulders shook and he fell forward. "Yeh kya pyaar hai, agar yeh pyaar tha, main dekhana chaahata hoon ki aapaka napharat kya hai" (What kind of love is this, if this is love, I want to see what your hate is like)

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Zoya held the gate tightly, her breath hitched in her throat, she raised her head to the sky, the stars twinkling brightly making her stomach churn, one of those stars was her Yash, she closed her eyes trembling from the cold, closing her eyes tightly she could still feel his hands on her, the way he held her close to his body, she was so irrevocably his, he would never cheat, he couldnt.

She slid down the gate to her knees, the blood on her knees from the impact colouring her white clothing, Yash had added colour to her life, now in seconds her life had been pulled into darkness once again, her breathing was rapid as she struggled to regain her breath, her chest clenched painfully, a guttural sob released from her lips "Yash"

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Aditya looked down at the files infront of him, countable amounts of money transferred from Pooja's account to Yash's, an uncountable amount of deceit, all his hard work, his money had just been given away like the hours he had spent working had meant nothing for their future.

He looked over his shoulder at the bed, their bed, his fist clenched, bile rising in his throat at the sheer amount of moments she had spent in his arms wishing she was in someone elses.
All those trips away with the excuse of work was to see the man she had given her heart to, the heart he thought only he had ownership of, was taken away from him and given to Yash, just like everything else he had worked for

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Zoya sat with Yash's jumper on, she pulled the sleeves over her hands, sniffing it, his scent still there, so strong, like he was sat behind her, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Zoya looked down at the envelope addressed to Yash, her fingers traced lovingly across his name, she released a shaky breath as she opened the envelope

'We regret to inform you that your plea for a loan has been declined'
Zoya dropped the letter from her hand, unable to read anymore.
Yash had never mentioned needing money, she picked up the letter again, taking a deep breath she read on.
'Your reasoning behind your plea has been looked into and your wish to get a home in America has not been seen as a necessity'

Zoya dropped the letter again, it cut into the tip of her index finger making her hiss.
Yash had never wanted her to leave her home, he knew where she was happy, so why would he want a home in America, where she would be far from her family and the country she loved so dearly?
The blood dripped from her finger covering Yash's name, her eyes teary as she stood up.

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Zoya arrived outside the Loan Department, she stepped inside and walked slowly to the desk.
The woman looked up from her computer "How can I help today"
"I- I" she stuttered
The woman at the desk rolled her eyes
"I need to find out more about my husbands plea for money, he uh, he passed away and I"
The woman shook her head "Im sorry Miss, I cant divulge that kind of information without a letter from a lawyer"

"Dont apologise to her, she's used to being in the dark about things"
Zoya turned around to see Aditya with a jovial smirk on his lips, Zoya went to push past him when he grabbed her wrist
He lowered his head to her ear "How long will you lie to yourself, dont you think you've been lied to enough" his fingers tracing a circle on her wrist
She yanked her arm back like it had been burnt and stormed out making Aditya laugh

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Zoya looked up at the tall glass building of Hooda Law Firm. She looked through the glass at her reflection, her skin had a pale hue to it, her eyes had sunken into her skin, she ran her cold hand across her face and patted her hair. Opened the door and walked inside

"Hi, is there a lawyer available I need to speak to someone about getting information about my dead husband's financial state" the words dead husband left a bitter taste in her mouth
"Ah, a widow, you better come to me, I think I know just how to help you"

Zoya turned around to face Harshvardhan, he looked her up and down, licking his lips, she stepped back in fear and he chuckled
"This way Miss"
"Arora"
He looked back over his shoulder "Maiden name please, your husband is dead"
"Siddiqui" she whispered before following him into a room

Hey all! Sorry its late, do let me know your thoughts!
I have a feeling Aditya's father had an affair with Pooja's mum and I dont know why!