The door creaked open, and Yamayi walked in, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Sajan, lying on the bed, turned to face her, trying to muster up a smile.
Yamayi noticed the change in his expression. "Who's that?" she asked, her voice softer now, laced with a hint of fear. The door creaked open, and Yamayi walked in,
The room fell silent again. It was as if time had stopped. Sajan knew he was at a crossroads, and whatever decision he made next would change their lives forever. "Who's that
But Yamayi wasn't buying it. She knew him too well. "No, Sajan, tell me the truth." Sajan knew he was at a crossroads, and
Sajan was taken aback. "Try? What are you talking about?"
"Everything," she spat. "Our relationship, us, you. You've given up, Sajan. And I don't know if I can do this anymore."