Chapter 38
The house was silent when Ishaan returned late that night, the usual clink of his keys and soft shuffle of his footsteps swallowed by the weight hanging in the air. Arohi sat on the edge of the couch, waiting. Not pacing. Not crying. Just still. He walked in, loosened his tie, and paused when he saw her. “We need to talk,” she said quietly. Ishaan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Arohi, it’s late—” “I saw you.” Her voice didn’t tremble. His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. She continued. “I went to your office to spend my birthday with you. I cooked all your favorite meals. I waited all day, thinking maybe you’d forgotten. Hoping you hadn't. But then I saw you. At the restaurant. With Racheal.” A flicker of something crossed his face—guilt, maybe. But it was gone as fas
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