Under the veil of the night sky, the home of Mohit Murera and Ahana Goenka stood, their names etched on a nameplate adorning the entrance. Within the cozy confines of the kitchen, Mohit and his friend Rishi stood side by side, their attention fixed on the oven as it diligently baked garlic bread. The rhythmic hum of the timer served as a backdrop to their silent contemplation.
"I don't know what the problem is? But something is wrong!" Mohit's voice broke the stillness, laden with concern. His eyes flickered towards Ahana and Gippy, who were busy setting the table in the adjacent dining area.
Rishi's gaze followed Mohit's, resting upon the two women as they worked in tandem. "There is no problem," he reassured Mohit, though uncertainty lingered in the air like a ghost.
In the dining area, Ahana's voice cut through the silence, her words heavy with unspoken truths. "Well, you can't just assume all is good," she remarked, her eyes betraying a hint of sadness.
Gippy's gaze shifted towards the kitchen, her expression a mix of understanding and empathy. "That's you, overthinking it all," she remarked softly, a subtle reminder of the complexities of relationships.
Back in the kitchen, the oven beeped, signaling the completion of its task. Mohit retrieved the garlic bread, his movements mechanical as he grappled with his inner turmoil. "I will overthink! She is my wife, she does not talk to me," he confessed, his voice tinged with frustration and longing.
Rishi offered a sympathetic glance towards Gippy, silently acknowledging the intricacies of marital dynamics. "No big deal. Sometimes, even my wife needs her space," he remarked.
In the tranquil ambiance of the dining area, Ahana engaged in conversation with Gippy, her voice carrying a note of frustration. "He never discusses anything with me," she confided.
Gippy responded with a playful suggestion, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Maybe he likes giving you surprises," she proposed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Then, Mohit brought the food and they all sat down to eat.
Their exchange was interrupted as Mohit, Ahana's husband, directed his gaze towards her, a silent inquiry hanging in the air. "Ahana, how's the bread?" he inquired, his voice carrying a note of anticipation.
In a subtle pause, Gippy shifted her attention towards Ahana, her expression expectant. "Ahana, do you like the bread?" she echoed Mohit's question.
Ahana, responded with a warm affirmation, her gaze meeting Gippy's briefly before turning towards Mohit. "It's yummy, he makes the best garlic bread," she praised, a genuine smile gracing her features.
Their shared moment of levity was interrupted as Mohit reached for a gift-wrapped box, extending it towards Ahana with a sense of anticipation. Ahana's curiosity piqued, she questioned the occasion, her eyes seeking an explanation.
Gippy's smile widened as she leaned in, her voice lowered to a whisper. "I told you, surprises," she reminded Ahana, a playful glint in her eyes.
Ahana opened the gift it was a headphone. She smiled and thanked Mohit. After the dinner, Rishi and Gippy left.
In the quiet of the home's hallway, Mohit found solace in the glow of the television screen, his attention absorbed by the moving images flickering before him. Ahana, approached quietly, settling beside him with headphones draped around her neck.
"How do you like the gift?" Mohit's voice cut through the silence, his eyes shifting towards Ahana with a glimmer of anticipation.
Ahana's response was tinged with hesitation, her words faltering as she voiced her concern. "It's really good, but..." she trailed off, her gaze momentarily meeting Mohit's before drifting away.
Mohit turned towards her, his expression expectant as he awaited her explanation. "But?" he prompted gently, his eyes searching hers for answers.
Ahana confessed the issue, her voice tinged with disappointment. "There is some issue with the speaker! Could you get it exchanged?" she requested, her words laced with a hint of uncertainty.
Mohit's smile faltered, replaced by a forced expression of reassurance. "Yeah, I'll get it changed tomorrow. Let's watch a movie?" he suggested, attempting to deflect the conversation away from their troubles.
Ahana stifled a yawn, her weariness evident as she spoke. "I'm tired today, I'll sleep," she murmured softly, her eyes already heavy with exhaustion.
Mohit's shoulders slumped in resignation as he returned his gaze to the television screen, a sense of hopelessness washing over him. "Good night, then," he muttered, the weight of their unspoken tensions hanging in the air.
In the ensuing silence, Mohit turned to find Ahana gone, the faint click of the door lock echoing in the empty hallway. With a heavy heart, he resigned himself to spending the night alone on the couch, the coldness of the empty space beside him serving as a stark reminder of their growing distance.
As morning dawned, Ahana awoke in her bed, her gaze lingering on the vacant spot beside her. With a heavy sigh, she curled up, her head resting on her knees as she grappled with the ache of loneliness that filled the empty space in their once-shared bed.
In the soft morning light filtering through the kitchen window, Ahana stood pouring tea into two cups.
Later, in an appliance store, Mohit and Rishi stood at the counter, their faces a mask of frustration as they waited for the salesman's attention. The salesman, with a skeptical gaze, handed over the headphone they sought to exchange.
"It works fine!" the salesman insisted, his tone dismissive as he attempted to reassure them of the product's quality.
Rishi's voice dripped with skepticism as he returned the headphone. "Do you think we are lying?" he challenged, his frustration palpable.
Undeterred, the salesman urged them to test the product for themselves. "Try it! There is no issue," he insisted, his voice tinged with impatience.
Mohit, with a sense of resignation, donned the headphone, the weight of their strained relationship heavy on his shoulders. After a brief moment, he removed them, his words tinged with frustration. "Yup! They are good! But Ahana said there is some issue with the speaker," he lamented, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Rishi offered a possible explanation, his words a feeble attempt to ease the tension. "Maybe her phone has some issue," he suggested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
The salesman, with a practiced smile, attempted to divert their attention. "Should I show you our new phone range, sir?" he offered, his tone eager as he attempted to make a sale.
Mohit shot him a withering look before turning away, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as they exited the store.
Later, amidst the bustling crowds of the mall, Mohit and Rishi walked side by side, their voices carrying a note of frustration as they indulged in softies. "If she didn't like it, why didn't she say so? Why does she need to lie?" Mohit questioned, his words heavy with disappointment.
Rishi offered a simple solution, his words tinged with wisdom. "You should have bought something she likes," he advised, his tone gentle as he attempted to soothe Mohit's frayed nerves.
Mohit's response was tinged with hope as he said, "She likes ice cream!"
In the quiet of the evening, Mohit stood at the door of his home, his finger pressing the doorbell in a futile attempt to gain entry. With no response forthcoming, he resorted to his key, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
As he entered the hall, Mohit's gaze fell upon Ahana, seated with her tablet in hand, engrossed in its screen. Without a word, he placed a container of ice cream on the table before her.
Ahana looked up, startled by his presence. "Oh! When did you come?" she questioned, her tone tinged with surprise.
"I have been banging the doorbell for so long!" Mohit replied, frustration evident in his voice as he recounted his unsuccessful attempts to gain her attention.
Ahana's response was dismissive, her attention already shifting back to her tablet. "Can't be. I would have heard it," she stated matter-of-factly.
Mohit's brows furrowed as he voiced his suspicion. "Maybe you don't wanna open the door for me, anymore," he suggested, his words heavy with disappointment.
Ahana's response was vague, her tone lacking conviction as she reached for the ice cream. "What makes you so?" she questioned, her words trailing off as she left the room, leaving Mohit to ponder her cryptic response.
Alone in the hall, Mohit's gaze fell upon the tablet, its screen displaying images from their wedding day. Lost in a whirlwind of memories, he found himself transported back to the beginning of their journey together.
In a flashback, two families sat across from each other in Ahana's house, Mohit and Ahana stealing glances amidst the festivities of their first meeting.
On the sunlit terrace of Ahana's house, a scene from the past unfolded as two cups sat delicately on the railing, awaiting the hands of Ahana and Mohit. Standing at a distance, the two figures gradually closed the gap between them, each step drawing them closer until they stood side by side, their hearts intertwining as they lifted the cups together.
Some days later, In the vibrant chaos of a game arcade, Ahana and Mohit found themselves locked in a playful competition, their laughter filling the air as they raced against each other. Ahana's cheers echoed through the arcade as Mohit conceded defeat with a smile, sealing their moment of triumph with a tender kiss that left Ahana momentarily stunned.
Then soon they met again. Amidst the dimly lit ambiance of a movie theater, Ahana and Mohit found themselves lost in the magic of cinema, their shared laughter mingling with the soundtrack of the action-packed film playing on the screen. As Ahana giggled beside him, Mohit leaned in for a kiss, their affectionate exchange enveloped in the flickering glow of the silver screen.
And then they were meeting daily. One night, in the intimacy of a fogged car, raindrops drummed against the metal exterior as Ahana indulged in her favorite ice cream, her laughter mingling with the pitter-patter of rain. It was Ahana who initiated their tender moment, her actions sparking a kiss between her and Mohit amidst the tranquil beauty of the night.
In a few months, they got married. At a marriage garden adorned with twinkling lights, Ahana and Mohit sat together at a dining table, surrounded by the warmth of friends and family. Mohit's hand reached for a panipuri, his words laden with promises as he vowed to bring Ahana her favorite ice cream every night. Ahana reciprocated with a promise of her own, pledging to make Mohit her special tea every morning. With each exchange, their love was affirmed, sealed with vows to never fight and to always listen to each other, a testament to the strength of their bond.
In the quiet of their home's hallway, Mohit sat with a heavy heart, his eyes clouded with unshed tears as Ahana approached, carrying bowls of ice cream. Catching sight of the tablet in Mohit's hands, Ahana couldn't help but notice his sad expression.
"I couldn't get the headphones exchanged. Tomorrow I'll get you something else," Mohit spoke softly, his voice tinged with disappointment as he attempted to address the issue.
Ahana's response was gentle, a faint smile gracing her lips as she shook her head. "Nahh! I'll keep it," she replied, her tone filled with understanding as she sought to ease Mohit's concerns.
Seated across from each other, they ate in silence, their shared moments punctuated by stolen glances and unspoken emotions that hung heavy in the air.
Later, in the sanctuary of their bedroom, Ahana and Mohit lay together, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and understanding. Holding hands, they drew closer, their noses touching as they reveled in the intimacy of their shared connection.
As morning dawned, Mohit awoke to find a tea cup awaiting him on the table, a silent gesture of affection from Ahana that warmed his heart.
In the tranquil beauty of their home's garden, Ahana found solace in the music playing through the gifted headphones, her mood uplifted as she tended to the plants. Passing by on his way to work, Mohit couldn't help but notice the headphones, his smile mirroring Ahana's as he continued on his way.
Before departing, Mohit called out to Ahana, his voice filled with anticipation. "Dinner tonight! At your favorite place!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
Removing her headphones, Ahana turned to face him, her expression one of confusion. "What?" she questioned, her curiosity piqued.
With a final wave, Mohit called out his farewell. "See you soon! Bye!" he called out, his voice filled with affection.
In the calm of their home's hallway, Ahana sat engrossed in a recipe video playing on her ipad. A sudden inspiration struck her, prompting her to leave the ipad behind as she made her way to the kitchen, her mind already whirring with ideas for a delicious meal.
In the warm glow of their kitchen, Ahana set to work, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she chopped vegetables, preheated the oven, and set a pot of water to boil for pasta, the tantalizing aroma of the ingredients filling the air.
Meanwhile, in the confines of his office cabin, Mohit dialed Ahana's number, the anticipation evident in his voice as he awaited her response.
Back at home, Ahana's phone rang, its shrill tone echoing through the silent hallway as she continued to focus on her culinary creation in the kitchen.
Unaware of Ahana's absence, Mohit attempted to reach her once more, his call ringing out into the evening air as he hoped for her to pick up.
As the oven beeped to signal the completion of its task, Ahana swiftly removed the tray, her movements precise as she tended to the meal cooking inside.
Once again, Ahana's phone rang in the hallway, its persistent sound ignored as she remained immersed in her cooking.
Meanwhile, at a restaurant table set for two, Mohit sat alone, his eyes fixed on the door as he anxiously awaited Ahana's arrival, his heart filled with anticipation and longing.
Ahana carefully lit candles in the comforting ambiance of their home's dining area, setting the scene for a romantic evening. With a sense of anticipation, she placed a covered tray and two plates on the table, her gaze drifting towards the door as she awaited Mohit's return.
Meanwhile, at a restaurant table, Mohit's expression was clouded with anger as he sat alone, the waiter offering him drinks to alleviate his frustration.
Back at home, the atmosphere was somber as Ahana found herself dining alone, her heart heavy with sadness as she listened to her phone ringing.
Answering the call, Ahana's voice carried a mixture of concern and apprehension as she greeted the caller on the other end, "hello?"
In a bar elsewhere, Mohit took a large sip of his drink, his voice filled with turmoil as he questioned the motives behind Ahana's actions, "why are you doing this to me?"
As the conversation continued, Ahana remained composed, urging Mohit to come home despite his inebriated state, her words a plea for reason amidst the chaos, "You are just drunk, come home! We can talk about this at home."
Growing increasingly frustrated, Mohit's voice rose in intensity, his accusations fueled the tension between them, "I'm done with you! Don't you want me anymore?"
Refusing to engage further, Ahana ended the call, her resolve firm as she sought to maintain her composure in the face of adversity.
Under the cloak of night, Mohit drove recklessly, his senses clouded by alcohol-induced rage as he struggled to maintain control of the vehicle.
Meanwhile, in their home's bedroom, Ahana settled into bed.
As Mohit arrived home, his intoxicated state impeding his ability to navigate even the simplest of tasks, he grappled with the door, his movements erratic and unsteady.
Entering the dimly lit dining area, Mohit's eyes fell upon the set table, adorned with food, candles, and two empty plates. Filled with foreboding, he filled a glass with water, his mind racing with suspicion and fear.
Carrying the plates with him, Mohit made his way to the bedroom, where Ahana lay asleep, unaware of the turmoil about to unfold.
Turning on the light, Mohit's actions startled Ahana awake, her voice laced with fear and confusion as she confronted him, "Have you gone, crazy?"
In the tense silence that followed, Mohit's grip tightened on the remaining plate, "Do you think I'm a fool? I don't get what you have been trying to do these days?"
Seeking answers amidst the turmoil, Ahana demanded clarity from Mohit, her voice tinged with frustration and apprehension, "Mohit just say it! What do you want from me?"
"I think you should leave the house."
As Mohit's words echoed in the house, Ahana's shock turned to disbelief, her heart heavy with the realization of their fractured relationship.
In a final, decisive gesture, Mohit placed the plate on the table and silently departed, leaving Ahana to grapple with the aftermath of their confrontation, her world shaken to its core.
In the morning, Ahana sat on the edge of their bed, her movements methodical as she packed her bag, emptying shelves and drawers with a sense of resignation. Exhausted, she sank back onto the bed, her gaze fixed on the half-empty side of the cupboard, a silent testament to the rift that had formed between them. As her eyes fell upon the photo frames adorning the walls, doubt crept into her mind, questioning whether those memories still belonged to her.
With a heavy heart, Ahana closed her bag, her gaze lingering on their shared bedroom for one last time before she mustered the strength to walk away.
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Mohit stirred from his slumber on the sofa, his movements sluggish as he reached for his keys, his intention clear. However, his gaze was drawn to the headphone lying nearby, a silent reminder of the love they shared once.
As Mohit and Ahana's eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them, a shared acknowledgment of the turmoil that had engulfed their relationship. After a moment of contemplative silence, Mohit broke the tension with a resigned sigh.
"Let's go," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of their unspoken emotions as they prepared to face the uncertain future together, or apart.
Under the morning sky, the car moved in silence until Ahana decided to break it.
"I wanted to build a home with you," she spoke softly, her words hanging heavy in the air.
Mohit continued to drive, offering no response to her plea.
Ahana persisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "Would you tell me? What's my fault?"
Mohit's retort came swiftly, his frustration evident. "So is it my fault? I waited for so long for you! And you didn't even pick up your phone!"
Ahana's rebuttal was quick. "I was waiting for you too."
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Mohit shut down the conversation. "Anyways. It's too late to talk about these things."
As the car approached Ahana's house, Mohit pulled over and prepared to drop her off. But Ahana intervened, expressing her ability to handle the situation herself.
"I'll manage! Thanks for dropping me!" she declared, her words laced with a hint of resignation.
Stepping out onto the road with her bags, Ahana turned away from Mohit's gaze, her heart heavy with sorrow as he rolled up the car window and drove away, leaving her standing alone, her world shattered.
Inside the car, a beep caught his attention, and he glanced over to see Ahana's forgotten phone lying on the seat beside him. Reacting quickly, he rolled down the window, calling out urgently.
"Ahana! Ahana!! Your phone!!!" he shouted, hoping to catch her attention before it was too late.
A passing vegetable vendor, intrigued by the commotion, peered into the car and offered a bemused observation. "I guess she can't hear you," he remarked with a chuckle.
Mohit's gaze remained fixed on Ahana's phone, his heart heavy with regret. With a determined expression, he made a sudden decision and leaped out of the car, rushing towards Ahana's figure on the road. In a moment of vulnerability, he enveloped her in a tight embrace.
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