Chapter 37
The morning sun streamed softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the bedroom. Arohi lay in bed, eyes fluttering open with a hopeful smile tugging at her lips. It was her birthday—one day she had always shared with Ishaan, wrapped in warm memories, stolen kisses, and surprise breakfasts. She waited. Five minutes turned into fifteen. An hour slipped by. Her phone buzzed with messages—friends, family, colleagues. Her screen lit up with notifications of love and well wishes. But none from the person who mattered most. Ishaan hadn’t said a word. He moved about the room with the same cold efficiency he’d carried for weeks now—buttoning his shirt, fixing his collar, grabbing his briefcase. He didn’t glance her way, didn’t notice the way her smile had faded. “Have a good day,”
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