Kriti's POV~

A month had passed since the fight, and the silence between us was suffocating. Aayansh had become a ghost in our own home. He did everything for me, taking care of me in ways I couldn’t deny, but his actions felt hollow without any words.

Every morning, without fail, he’d make my coffee just how I liked itstrong, with just the right amount of sweetness. He’d make sure I had a hearty breakfast, even if we barely exchanged glances.

It was as though he was trying to care for me, but without actually being here with me.

There were no arguments, no harsh words, just a man doing what needed to be done.