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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.

"Ayesha, I understand your feelings, but I'm married. I have commitments," Parth explained gently, his words chosen with care.

Ayesha's face contorted in anguish, her eyes flashing with determination, like steel forged in fire. "Commitments? To Krishnaa? She's my sister, Parth, but she doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who loves you truly," she declared.

Parth's unease deepened, trapped between his duty and Ayesha's passionate plea, like a tree torn between opposing forces. He knew he had to make a choice, but at what cost? The consequences loomed before him.

"Ayesha, please understand," Parth began, his voice soft.

But Ayesha's resolve remained unshaken. "I won't leave until you agree," she said, her voice firm, like an unyielding rock. The air thickened with tension as Parth struggled to find a way out of this delicate situation.

Parth took a deep breath, attempting to reason with Ayesha, his words chosen with care and precision. "Listen, I understand how you feel, but we can't rush into divorce proceedings," he explained, his tone gentle yet firm. The weight of his words hung in the air, seeking to penetrate Ayesha's determination.

Ayesha's expression remained resolute, her eyes flashing with impatience, like a tempest brewing on the horizon. "What difference does it make?" she countered, her voice laced with desperation. "You're unhappy, and I know Krishnaa isn't the right person for you." Her words tumbled forth, a passionate plea.

Parth's voice remained calm, a soothing balm to Ayesha's fiery emotions. "The law requires us to wait at least a year before applying for divorce," he clarified, his words measured. "It's a mandatory cooling-off period, designed to ensure couples don't act impulsively." His hands clasped together, emphasizing the inevitability.

Ayesha's face twisted in frustration, her features contorted in anguish. "A year?" she echoed, her voice incredulous. "That's eternity! We can't wait that long." Her words dripped with despair.

Parth's eyes softened, witnessing Ayesha's pain, his heart aching in sympathy. "I know it's difficult," he acknowledged, "but we have no choice. We must respect the legal process." His voice was a gentle breeze.

Ayesha's gaze dropped, her shoulders slumping in defeat, like a flower wilting in the scorching sun. "Fine. One year," she whispered, the words barely audible, a faint surrender.

Parth's expression mirrored Ayesha's despair, his own heart heavy with the weight of their circumstances. "I promise, Ayesha, we'll explore all options," he vowed. "But for now, we must be patient." His words were a comforting embrace.

The silence between them grew, heavy with unspoken emotions, like an uncharted ocean. Ayesha's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of feelings.

"I'll wait," Ayesha said finally, her voice laced with determination, "but know this, Parth: I won't give up on us. We belong together." Her words were a beacon.

Parth's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. He knew their journey would be long and arduous, but with Ayesha by his side, he felt a glimmer of hope.

Ekansh's eyes widened in surprise as he entered the cabin, his gaze locking onto Parth and Ayesha. The tension in the air was palpable, like an electric charge hanging suspended, waiting to unleash its fury. For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Ayesha, sensing Ekansh's presence, swiftly rose from her seat and exited the cabin, leaving Parth alone to face Ekansh's scrutiny. Her abrupt departure only served to heighten Ekansh's curiosity.

Ekansh's expression darkened, his voice low and menacing, like thunder rumbling in the distance. "What's going on, Parth? You're meeting Ayesha behind Krishnaa's back?" His words hung in the air, an accusation.

Parth's face reflected his unease, knowing he had to confront Ekansh's displeasure. His mind racing, he sought the right words to explain the complexity of his situation. "It's not what you think, bhai" he began.

Ekansh's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Then tell me, what is it?" His tone demanded an explanation, his voice firm but laced with concern.

Parth took a deep breath before revealing the truth. "Ayesha and I...we have feelings for each other," he confessed. The words felt like a weight lifting off his shoulders.

"But I'm trapped in this marriage with Krishnaa," Parth continued, his voice barely above a whisper. The admission hung in the air, a painful truth.

Ekansh's expression turned incredulous. "You're seeking a divorce?" His voice was laced with surprise.

Parth nodded. "Yes, but there's a catch. We have to wait a year before applying for divorce." The legal hurdle seemed insurmountable.

Ekansh's face contorted in dismay. "A year? That's a long time. What about Krishnaa? Have you thought about her feelings?" His words were laced with empathy.

Parth's shoulders slumped, weighed down by guilt. "I know it's complicated, but I couldn't pretend anymore," he admitted.

Ekansh's voice softened slightly. "I understand your pain, but you must consider Krishnaa's well-being. You're her husband." His words were a gentle reminder.

Parth's eyes locked onto Ekansh's. "I know my responsibilities, but my heart belongs to Ayesha," he declared.

Ekansh's expression remained somber. "This will break Krishnaa's heart. Are you prepared for the consequences?" His words were a stark warning.