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Ayesha stood outside Parth's office, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door. The familiar scent of leather and wood greeted her as she stepped inside, transporting her to a world of comfort and familiarity. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustle of papers created a soothing background noise.
Parth looked up from his desk, his eyes locking onto hers with a hint of surprise. His gaze was piercing, yet gentle, and Ayesha felt her heart skip a beat as their eyes met. "Ayesha, what brings you here?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk, like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
Ayesha's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of him, his chiseled features and piercing gaze making her pulse race. She had missed him, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks, settling deep within her soul. His presence was mesmerizing, drawing her in with an irresistible force.
"I needed to see you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, like a delicate flower swaying in the breeze. Parth's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he sensed the depth of her feelings.
Parth's gaze held hers, searching for answers. Slowly, he rose from his chair, his movements fluid, like a panther unfolding from its lair. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his tone laced with concern, his voice dripping with empathy.
Ayesha nodded, her throat constricting, as emotions swirled within her. She wasn't sure why she had come, only that she needed to be near him, to bask in his presence. The silence between them was palpable, like a living entity.
Parth's eyes never left hers as he moved around his desk, his steps deliberate. "Come in, close the door," he said, his voice low and inviting, like a whispered secret. Ayesha's heart pounded as she obeyed.
The click of the door echoed through the room, a sound that seemed to seal their fate. Ayesha felt a sense of trepidation, unsure what would happen next, yet drawn to Parth with an irresistible force.
Ayesha's eyes locked onto Parth's, her gaze burning with intensity, like a wildfire raging out of control. "I need you to divorce Krishnaa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with urgency, each word dripping with desperation. The air seemed to vibrate with her emotions.
Parth's expression shifted from curiosity to shock, his eyebrows furrowing in dismay, as if struck by a bolt of lightning. "Ayesha, what are you talking about?" he asked, his tone laced with confusion, his words echoing through the silence like a cry for clarity.
Ayesha's hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Parth's arm, sending shivers down his spine. "I can't live without you," she confessed, her voice cracking with emotion, like fragile glass shattered on stone. Her words hung in the air, a poignant declaration.
Parth felt a pang of discomfort, his mind reeling from Ayesha's sudden demand, like a ship tossed about in a stormy sea. He had never expected her to ask him to leave his wife, especially not Krishnaa, her own sister, the thought unsettling.
"Ayesha, I...I don't know what to say," Parth stammered, his eyes searching for answers, like a lost traveler seeking direction. His face reflected his turmoil, a battle raging within.
Ayesha's grip on his arm tightened, her nails digging deep, like talons. "You have to leave her, Parth. I need you. We belong together," she implored, her words dripping with desperation, each syllable a heartfelt plea.
Parth's unhappiness grew, his face contorting in anguish, like a reflection in rippling water. He had never intended to hurt anyone, least of all Krishnaa, whom he had promised to take care  the weight of his vows pressing upon him.