The room felt cold.
Distant.
Broken.
Again.
"I need space," Ananya said quietly.
Aarav's chest tightened.
"No—listen to me—"
"Not now," she said firmly.
Her voice wasn't loud.
But it was final.
She turned away.
Walking toward Ayaan's room.
Away from him.
Again.
Nisha watched silently.
Satisfied.
Aarav turned to her.
His eyes filled with rage.
"What did you do?"
Nisha met his gaze calmly.
"I just told the truth."
"That's not the truth."
She stepped closer.
"Then prove it."
Silence.
Deadly.
Because this time—
He couldn't fix it with words.
And across the house—
Ananya sat beside Ayaan.
Holding him tightly.
Tears falling silently.
Because just when she started trusting again—
The past came back.
Stronger.
Sharper.
More dangerous.
And this time—
She didn't know who to believe.