"I know, Dev, what you're going to say. As a doctor, I might say she'll soon get better, but I know her well enough to see that's not the case," Mr. Mehra, our family doctor, says. I'm not surprised by his words; they've been the source of my unease for days now.
"She's not even speaking," I murmur, barely able to voice the fear gnawing at me. The suddenness of her condition is beyond my comprehension.
"Her fever hasn't abated at all this past week. This isn't merely a physical ailment; something deeply troubling is affecting her," he says, though his words only leave me more confused.
Nothing has happened recently that could explain her distress. Mr. Mehra's reassuring hand on my shoulder does little to ease my anxiety.
I know there's something I'm missing, and I need to uncover it.
I manage a weak smile as he exits the mansion.
In the darkness of our room, I wake with a start. I gulp down a glass of water from the bedside table and glance at the clock-it's 2:30 a.m. She should be sleeping by now.
But she's not beside me.
Where could she be?
I scan the room and notice the balcony door ajar. Maybe she's out there. Shivering slightly, I step onto the cold floor and make my way to the balcony.
There she is, curled up in the corner, her head buried in her knees.
A sharp pain pierces my chest. I can't understand why my Sunaina is acting like this. She's never been this way.
I approach her slowly, and the sound of her sobs reaches me.
Is she crying? Why?
My anxiety surges as I touch her arms gently, which are wrapped around her knees. She slowly lifts her head, her tear-streaked face breaking my heart.
Did I do something wrong? Is she crying because of me? What's happened?
Questions swirl in my mind, but answers remain elusive.
"D-e-v," she whispers, her voice hoarse from silent tears.
"Jiii," is all I manage to say. She gazes into my eyes, her lips trembling from the fever.
"I... I... I," she stammers, struggling to voice her feelings.
I cup her cheeks to comfort her and hear what's troubling her. She shivers at my touch, closing her eyes as she tries to gather her strength.
"I want a divorce."
A smile inexplicably tugs at my lips.
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Her hand trembled as she reached for the divorce papers, but suddenly, the mansion door swung open.
Her blurred eyes shifted from the documents to the doorway.
And there stood Anaya, her elder sister, walking towards her. Sunaina's gaze fixed on her sister's baby bump, and a fresh wave of pain surged in her chest.
Before she could react, a SHARP SLAP landed on her cheek.
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