The grand dining hall of Surbhi's mansion was filled with the soft clinking of cutlery and the polite, formal conversation between Gayatri and Surbhi's parents. The air smelled of luxury, from the rich aroma of the gourmet dishes to the faint scent of expensive wine. But for Keshav, everything felt suffocating.
He sat at the long table, eating mechanically, his mind far from the meaningless conversation happening around him.
All he could think about was Sejal.
She must be waiting for his call, must be wondering why he hadn't reached out to her yet.
She must be worried.
But what was he supposed to tell her?
That he had come here willingly?
That he had chosen his mother's wishes over the woman he claimed to love?
That tonight, he had betrayed her?