He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration a tangible presence in the room. He spoke to the empty air, the words meant for the woman in the hall. "There is no 'us'," he said, his words a final, devastating blow. "There is only you and your family... and me."
Bon stood outside his room door, her hand hovering over the handle. She had heard his last words, and a sob escaped her lips. The sound made her jump back, as if she had been caught doing something wrong. The door remained closed, a barrier between them. She knew she should leave, but her legs were frozen. She slid down the door, hugging her knees to her chest, her face buried in them. Tears streamed down her face, staining her saree. The words "There is no 'us'" echoed in her mind, a mantra of her failure. She had tried to do what she thought was right, to make peace, to bring him and her family closer, but she had only succeeded in pushing him away further.
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