"Hey, how was your day?" he asked, though his tone suggested he cared little about the answer.
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. "Hey, how was your day
The air was thick with tension. Sajan got up and walked towards her, trying to bridge the gap between them. But as he approached, Yamayi turned around, her eyes flashing with anger. He knew he had to tread carefully, but his mind was a blank
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. But as he approached, Yamayi turned around, her
Sajan's heart sank. This was not the first time such messages had appeared, but they always left him with a bad feeling.
Sajan was taken aback. "Try? What are you talking about?"