AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
The door to the study creaked open, and she immediately stood up, her breath hitching as she saw Akshat stepping out. His face was impassive, his eyes cold. There was no anger left-just indifference. And somehow, that hurt even more.
"Akshat..." she called out softly, taking a hesitant step toward him.
But he didn't even glance at her. Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked past her, heading toward their bedroom closet. Amrit swallowed hard and followed slowly, standing by the door as she watched him take out his night clothes.
"Akshat, please listen to me-"
Before she could finish, he had already stepped into the washroom and shut the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place felt like a barrier slamming down between them. Amrit sighed and ran a hand over her face, feeling utterly helpless. She sat down on the bed, pressing her palms against her temples.
She had never seen Akshat like this before-not this distant, not this silent. He wasn't yelling, he wasn't throwing things, he wasn't lashing out. He was simply shutting her out, as if she didn't exist. And somehow, that was worse than any argument they could have had.
A while later, the door to the washroom opened, and Akshat emerged, his hair damp, his face devoid of any expression. Amrit immediately stood up again, but before she could say anything, he turned away and walked out of the room.
"Akshat, please-" she tried again, but he continued ignoring her and made his way to the kitchen.
After dinner, the tension still lingered in the air like an unspoken storm waiting to break. The house felt heavy with emotions left unsaid, burdens left unshared.
Akshat stepped into their room, his face blank, his emotions tightly controlled as he walked straight toward the bedside table. Amrit, who had been sitting on the couch, quickly closed her notebook and stood up, ready to talk, ready to fix what she had broken.
But before she could say a word, she noticed his movements-efficient, detached. He picked up his phone, his car keys, and his wallet, his gaze never once shifting towards her.
A frown settled on her face as she took a hesitant step forward.
"Aap kahan jaa rahe hain?" she asked, her voice soft yet laced with concern.
"Singhania Mansion," he replied flatly, his tone unreadable as he turned towards the back door.
Her heart clenched. She knew he was running away, trying to put distance between them, between the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
She couldn't let him leave like this.
Rushing toward him, she reached out, grasping his wrist, her fingers curling tightly around it as she stood close. Her touch was desperate, pleading.
