The Oculesics- Ek Kahaani Junoon Ki

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I'll upload the epilogue by the evening. Since this is the last chapter of the story, I want you all to comment down your opinions. ❤️

Two months passed.

The baby grew stronger inside her, and so did the fragile threads weaving between Dhimahi and Trayambak.

Days filled with quiet moments and soft gestures, but beneath the surface, old shadows lingered-waiting.

One evening, as Dhimahi sat by the window watching the rain blur the world outside, a stray memory caught her unprepared.

The sharp words he had spoken in anger.

The broken promises.

The betrayal.

The nights when she had cried alone.

The weight of everything she had carried silently.

Her fingers trembled on the windowsill. The warmth of the room felt suddenly cold.

She swallowed hard, heart pounding with a familiar ache.

No matter how much he changed, no matter how many pages he filled with apologies and care, the scars were there.

And sometimes, love wasn't enough to erase them.

The next morning, Dhimahi woke early, but instead of the usual quiet routine, she began packing a bag-slowly, deliberately.

Trayambak entered the room and stopped, eyes narrowing. "Where are you going?"

She looked up, calm but firm. "To my parents' home."

His brow furrowed. "Oh, for the baby shower? But I thought we'd arrange it here. You know, it's more spacious, more comfortable. We can make it perfect-together."

Dhimahi's voice was steady, but her words struck like steel. "No. I'm not going for a baby shower. I want to live separately. I want a divorce."

Trayambak's expression shifted, his jaw tightening, but then his voice softened, almost pleading. "Dhimahi, please. Think about the baby. About us. We can work through this-let me make it right. I've changed. You see it every day. I'm here, trying."

She met his gaze, unwavering. "Trying isn't enough. It's never been enough. You control everything-even my choices. This time, I'm taking control. For me. For the baby. I can't do this anymore."

His eyes darkened, the quiet intensity of his tone turning urgent. "I know I've been... hard. But I'm not the man I was before. I'm asking you-no, begging you-to give me a chance. Don't throw away what we have. For the baby's sake, for our family."

Dhimahi's voice grew stronger. "It's not about chances anymore. It's about survival. I need peace, not promises. I want a divorce."

Trayambak's shoulders slumped slightly, but there was a fire in his eyes-a mix of desperation and resolve. "If this is what you want, I'll listen. But know this-I'll never stop caring. I'm not giving up on you or this family."

Without another word, he took the car keys and drove her to her parents' home. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the hum of the engine and the weight of all that remained unsaid.

Trayambak's controlling nature had met Dhimahi's unyielding resolve, and for the first time, he was forced to let go.

But the air still hung heavy with tension-proof that some battles are won only when control is surrendered.

And sometimes, surrender comes too late.

The house was too quiet. Too empty.

After dropping Dhimahi at her parents', the drive back was a blur-his mind trapped in a whirlwind of pain, anger, and unbearable regret.