The morning light filtered through the curtains of Dayyan's room, casting soft shadows across the bed as he lay awake, his mind heavy with thoughts. The confrontation with Fariya the previous night had left him restless. He couldn’t shake off the look in her eyes—the mixture of hurt and betrayal that lingered in her gaze. She had accused him, confronted him about Natasha, and though he had tried to explain, he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair, feeling the weight of everything bearing down on him.
For a moment, he considered not going to the office at all. The thought of facing the day, of interacting with people when all he wanted to do was fix things with Fariya, seemed unbearable. But he had responsibilities. Work couldn’t be i
