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The room fell silent again. It was as if time had stopped. Sajan knew he was at a crossroads, and whatever decision he made next would change their lives forever.

But Yamayi wasn't buying it. She knew him too well. "No, Sajan, tell me the truth."

The words hung in the air like a challenge. Sajan felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine. He knew he had to tread carefully, but his mind was a blank.

"Everything," she spat. "Our relationship, us, you. You've given up, Sajan. And I don't know if I can do this anymore." The room fell silent again

The door creaked open, and Yamayi walked in, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Sajan, lying on the bed, turned to face her, trying to muster up a smile.

Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number: "Meet me at the usual place. I need to talk to you."

"Hey, how was your day?" he asked, though his tone suggested he cared little about the answer. But Yamayi wasn't buying it

Sajan was taken aback. "Try? What are you talking about?"

His wife, Yamayi, a woman of equal age, had been acting strange over the past few weeks. She was distant, colder than usual, and Sajan couldn't fathom why. Their relationship, which once seemed so strong, now felt like it was on the verge of shattering.

The sun had just set over the bustling streets of Mumbai, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers. But in a small, seemingly ordinary apartment, a storm was brewing. This was the residence of Sajan, a man in his late thirties, known for his charming demeanor and seemingly perfect life. However, behind closed doors, Sajan's life was far from perfect. Sajan felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine

Yamayi walked over to the window, looking out at the city. "It was fine," she replied flatly.

Sajan's heart sank. This was not the first time such messages had appeared, but they always left him with a bad feeling.

Sajan hesitated before answering, "Just someone from work."