The words hung in the air like a challenge. Sajan felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine. He knew he had to tread carefully, but his mind was a blank.
"You don't even try anymore, do you?" she accused, her voice low but venomous.
Yamayi noticed the change in his expression. "Who's that?" she asked, her voice softer now, laced with a hint of fear.
Yamayi walked over to the window, looking out at the city. "It was fine," she replied flatly.
Sajan was taken aback. "Try? What are you talking about?"
As the night descended upon Mumbai, Sajan and Yamayi found themselves entangled in a web of secrets, lies, and perhaps, a new beginning. But for now, the darkness outside seemed to mirror the turmoil brewing inside their souls.
