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The moment they entered the house, Lavanya threw the medical file across the living room.

The papers scattered across the floor.

Blood reports.

Scan reports.

Prescription slips.

All of it.

Worthless.

At least to her.

"Fantastic!" She laughed bitterly. "Just fantastic."

Yash quietly shut the door behind them.

He was exhausted.

The doctor's appointment had lasted nearly two hours.

Two hours of discussions.

Two hours of arguments.

Two hours of trying to find a solution.

And in the end...

There wasn't one.

The pregnancy would continue.

Whether they liked it or not.

Lavanya pulled off her sunglasses and threw them onto the couch.

Then she turned toward him.

"This is all your fault."

Yash closed his eyes.

Not again.

"Lavanya—"

"No."

She raised her hand.

"Don't. You don't get to say anything." Her voice rose. "My life is over because of you."

Yash stared at her.

For a moment.

Then another.

Until finally he asked quietly,

"How exactly is this my fault?"

Lavanya laughed. The sound was sharp. Mocking.

"Seriously? You want me to answer that?" She pointed toward her stomach. "This. This is your fault."

"It didn't happen alone." Yash's jaw tightened.

The moment the words left his mouth, Lavanya glared at him.

"Wow." She clapped slowly. "Wonderful. Now you are blaming me too."

"I didn't blame you."

"You practically did."

She began pacing.

Furious.

Restless.

Like a caged animal.

"You know what hurts the most?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

"I was finally getting somewhere."

Her eyes flashed.

"Three campaigns in six months. A major audition next month. Meetings with casting directors. Everything was finally falling into place."

Then she looked at him.

And Yash felt something cold crawl down his spine.

Because there wasn't sadness in her eyes.

There was resentment.

Pure resentment.

"As usual, family ruined everything."

"What?" The words made Yash frown.

"Oh please." Lavanya rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that look. You know exactly what I mean."

"No." His voice hardened. "I don't."

She laughed.

"Marriage. Pregnancy. Children. Responsibilities." She practically spat the words. "Every successful actress avoids this for a reason."

"And look at me." She touched her stomach with visible irritation. "Stuck."

Yash stared.

Not because she didn't want the baby.

He already knew that.

But because she spoke about the pregnancy as though it were some disease.

Something disgusting.

Something beneath her.

"Lavanya."

His voice was warning now.

She ignored it.

"I should have listened to everyone."

That caught his attention.

"What does that mean?"

She shrugged.

"Nothing."

"No." Yash stepped forward. "What does that mean?"

Lavanya smirked.

The expression instantly irritated him.

"I mean maybe marrying wasn't the smartest decision."

The words hung in the air.

Heavy.

Ugly.

"Take that back." Yash's face hardened.

"Why?"

"Because you don't mean it."

"You seem very confident." Lavanya laughed.

"You married me because you loved me."

"I married you because I thought it wouldn't affect my career."

The silence that followed was deafening.

For the first time.

Yash felt something crack.

Not anger.

Something deeper.

Pain.

Because he had genuinely loved her.

From the beginning.

The young model who refused to use his influence.

The woman who chased her dreams fearlessly.

The woman he had admired.

And now she was standing before him, reducing their marriage to a career calculation.

"I honestly thought I could manage both." Lavanya continued mercilessly. "But clearly I underestimated the situation."

"You don't mean any of this." Yash let out a slow breath.

"I absolutely do."

"No." His voice sharpened. "You are angry. You are frustrated. But don't stand there and pretend our marriage meant nothing."

"It wasn't supposed to consume my life." Lavanya folded her arms.

"It hasn't."

"Really?" She laughed loudly. "Then why am I standing here pregnant?"

"You are pregnant because we are husband and wife." Yash felt his patience slipping.

"Exactly." Lavanya pointed at him. "Exactly. If I hadn't married you, none of this would've happened."

Yash stared at her, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Listen to yourself."

"No, you listen." Her voice rose. "I had plans. Big plans. Bigger than this city. Bigger than your production house."

That one was deliberate.

Yash knew it.

Lavanya knew it too.

His studio was among the biggest production houses in South India.

People spent years trying to get a single opportunity under his banner.

Yet she said it like an insult.

"You always wanted Bollywood." Yash said quietly. "And I respected that."

"I know."  She shrugged. "But respect doesn't help me now, does it?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Yash frowned.

Lavanya laughed.

"If I had accepted the movie you offered months ago, maybe I would have been a star by now."

The statement stunned him.

Because she herself had once proudly refused that opportunity.

Now she was rewriting history.

Rewriting everything.

Simply because life wasn't going her way.

"You never said that before."

"Maybe because I was stupid before."

Yash looked away.

For a second.

Just a second.

Because the woman standing before him felt unfamiliar.

Then he spoke calmly.

"When the baby is born, I will help you restart everything."

Immediately.

Wrong answer.

Lavanya exploded.

"There!" She pointed at him triumphantly. "There it is."

"What?"

"That attitude."

"What attitude?" Yash frowned.

"The savior attitude."

She laughed mockingly.

"'Don't worry, Lavanya. I'll help you.' 'Don't worry, Lavanya. I'll fix it.' 'Don't worry, Lavanya. I'll take care of everything.'" Her eyes burned with anger. "I don't need your charity."

"It isn't charity."

"Then what is it?"

"It's your husband trying to support you."

The room fell silent.

For a moment.

Then Lavanya smirked.

A cruel smirk.

One that hit harder than any scream.

"Maybe that's the problem."

"What?" Yash felt his stomach drop.

"I don't want a husband."

The words landed like a bullet.

"I want a career without you hanging around my neck like an albatross."

Neither moved.

Neither spoke.

Then she delivered the next blow.

"I should've chosen my career."

Yash laughed once.

A short.

Disbelieving laugh.

"So that's what this is?"

Lavanya remained silent.

"You regret marrying me."

She didn't answer.

And somehow...

That silence was worse.

Much worse.

Yash looked at her for a long moment.

Then spoke quietly.

"I was willing to agree to the abortion."

Lavanya looked away.

"You know that. I didn't want it. But I agreed. For you." His voice was calm. Controlled. "But apparently even that isn't enough."

"You agreeing doesn't change the situation." Lavanya shrugged.

Something finally snapped.

"Because there is always something else, isn't there?"

His voice rose for the first time.

"You wanted freedom. I never stood in your way. You wanted Mumbai. I literally left my family and home for you. You wanted space. You always had it. You wanted independence. I never stood in your way. Every step of our life had been how you wanted it." His chest rose heavily. "And yet somehow I am still the villain."

Lavanya looked completely unmoved.

"Because none of those things matter anymore."

Yash stared.

Then came the sentence that ended everything.

"Once this baby is born..."

Lavanya's voice was cold.

Businesslike.

As if discussing a contract.

"...I am leaving."

Yash went completely still.

"You should ask your lawyers to prepare the divorce papers." She continued.

His expression darkened.

But she wasn't done.

"I will sign them and then the day I give birth, I leave the hospital."

The casualness with which she said it made the words even uglier.

"What about the child?"

Yash asked.

For the first time.

His voice sounded broken.

Lavanya shrugged.

Actually shrugged.

As though they were discussing furniture.

"You can keep it. Or give it away. None of my business."

The silence that followed was horrifying.

Yash simply stared at her.

Unable to process what he had heard.

Lavanya picked up her phone from the table. Completely unconcerned.

"I never wanted it anyway. I never wanted children, Yash."

And at that moment...

For the first time since he had met Lavanya...

Yash Goenka wondered whether he had ever truly known the woman he married.

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