The sun had just set over the bustling streets of Mumbai, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers. But in a small, seemingly ordinary apartment, a storm was brewing. This was the residence of Sajan, a man in his late thirties, known for his charming demeanor and seemingly perfect life. However, behind closed doors, Sajan's life was far from perfect.
But Yamayi wasn't buying it. She knew him too well. "No, Sajan, tell me the truth." The sun had just set over the bustling
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number: "Meet me at the usual place. I need to talk to you." However, behind closed doors, Sajan's life was far
The door creaked open, and Yamayi walked in, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Sajan, lying on the bed, turned to face her, trying to muster up a smile. "No, Sajan, tell me the truth