After storming out of the house, Sarvagya drove aimlessly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The anger burning inside him refused to settle. He had thought that getting away from that suffocating house, from those people who only seemed to make his life miserable, would calm him down. But it wasn't working.
No matter how far he drove, his mind was still stuck on what had happened with Tripti.
"She believed Shashank over me."
The thought alone was enough to send another wave of fury crashing through him.
"After everything we've been through, after all the years we spent together, she didn't even give me the benefit of the doubt. One accusation from that bastard, and she was ready to believe the worst about me. Why? Is our relationship really so fragile that Shashank managed to break it so easily?"