Morning.
Ananya packed a small bag.
Her movements quiet.
Decided.
Ayaan watched her.
"Mama… are we going somewhere?"
She forced a smile.
"Just for a few days."
"And Papa?"
Her heart ached.
"He… has work."
Ayaan frowned.
"I want Papa."
The words broke her inside.
Before she could respond—
The door opened.
Aarav stood there.
Breathing heavily.
As if he had rushed.
"Don't go."
She froze.
"I have to."
"No," he said firmly.
"This time… you don't."
Her eyes filled with frustration.
"You don't get to decide that!"
"I'm not deciding," he said.
"I'm asking you to stay… and listen."
Silence.
Heavy.
Emotional.
He stepped forward slowly.
Holding out his phone.
"I have proof."
Her breath caught.
"Proof of what?"
"That I didn't break us."
The words hit deep.
Because this was it—
The moment that would decide everything.
Stay…
Or leave forever.