"o mehrama kya mila
yuu juda hoke bata"

JANHAVI

Tears streamed down my face, staining the pillow beneath me as I lay curled up on the bed. The events of the reception replayed in my mind like a cruel movie, each scene more painful than the last. Raj's unexpected arrival had shattered whatever fragile hope I had dared to nurture, leaving behind only a hollow ache in my heart.

I thought Ishan was different, that he was the one person who saw me for who I truly was, not just a burden to be shouldered. But now, as the reality of his intentions sank in, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of betrayal.

How could he do this to me?

I wiped away my tears, trying in vain to compose myself. But the pain was too raw, too overwhelming to be contained. Ishan ji had proven that I was nothing more than the person he was forced to marry. Those promises of staying by my said was all fake. And now, I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered dreams alone.

ISHAN

As I made my way towards our room, I heard the faint sound of sobbing echoing through the hallway. Curiosity mingled with concern, driving me to peek inside. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Janhavi ji, sat huddled on the bed, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My heart clenched at the sight, a pang of guilt piercing through me like a dagger.

I messed up so bad.

Without a second thought, I entered the room, my footsteps cautious as I approached her.

"Janhavi ji?" I called out softly, unsure of how to break the suffocating silence that surrounded us.

She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. "Ishan ji," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own tears.

I sat down beside her, my heart heavy with regret. "I'm sorry, Janhavi ji," I murmured, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears. "I never meant to hurt you."

She sniffled, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "But you did, Ishan ji. You did."

Her words struck me like a blow to the chest, each syllable weighted with the weight of her pain. I had thought I was doing the right thing, protecting her from a loveless marriage. But now, as I looked into her tear-streaked eyes, I realized the depth of my mistake.

"I know I messed up, Janhavi ji," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But please, let me make it right."

She looked at me, her gaze searching mine for answers. "How, Ishan ji? How can you make this right?"

As I sat there, my heart heavy with sorrow and regret, Janhavi ji spoke again.

"Ishan ji," her voice barely above a whisper, "I think... I think we need to talk."

I looked at her, her expression a mix of sorrow and determination. "Of course, Janhavi ji," I replied, my gaze searching hers for answers.

"I... I can't do this anymore," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not. I can't keep living in this... this charade."

My brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Janhavi ji?" I asked.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. "Ishan ji, I... I want a divorce," she blurted out, the words tasting bitter than ever.

Seriously? Am I that bad that she can't even stay with me?

For a moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of her confession hanging heavy in the air between us. Then, slowly, I reached out, taking her hand in mine.

"Janhavi ji," my voice gentle yet firm, "are you sure about this? Is this truly what you want?"

She nodded, my heart breaking with every word. "Yes, Ishan ji. It's what I want," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

I sighed, my gaze dropping to our entwined hands. "If that's what you truly want, Janhavi ji, then I won't stand in your way," I said quietly, my tone tinged with resignation. "But know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Tears spilled down her cheeks as I looked at her. "Thank you, Ishan ji," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for understanding."

And as we sat there in the quiet of our room, the weight of her decision settling over us like a shroud, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, with honesty and integrity, as allies rather than

JANHAVI

As Ishan ji sat beside me, his hand holding mine in a gesture of solace, I couldn't help but feel a bitter sense of irony wash over me. Here I was, pouring my heart out, asking for a divorce, and he was agreeing to it so easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It almost made me want to laugh, though the tears still flowed freely down my cheeks.

Is he really so indifferent to our marriage?

But amidst the turmoil of my own emotions, another thought crept into my mind, unbidden yet persistent. Aditi. I couldn't shake the feeling of envy that surged within me as I thought of her, so lucky to have someone like Ishan ji love her so deeply. She had everything I didn't – his affection, his attention, his heart.

Maybe she deserves him more than I do. Wait what am I even thinking? The person who was actually supposed to marry me left me like anything.

With a heavy heart, I made a silent vow to myself. Before the casualties of this divorce tore us apart completely, I would seek out Aditi. I would tell her to take Ishan ji back into her life, to cherish him as he deserved to be cherished. It was the least I could do, a final act of selflessness amidst the wreckage of our marriage.

But before I could act on my resolve, another thought crossed my mind. Shubman.

He is Ishan Ji's best friend.

I was sure he knew more about the situation, if he could shed some light on the mysteries surrounding Ishan ji's past.

I reached for my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I composed a message to Shubman. In just one day, both of us had created a good bond.

"Hey Shubman, can we talk? I need to ask you something important."

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