The words hung in the air like a challenge. Sajan felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine. He knew he had to tread carefully, but his mind was a blank.
His wife, Yamayi, a woman of equal age, had been acting strange over the past few weeks. She was distant, colder than usual, and Sajan couldn't fathom why. Their relationship, which once seemed so strong, now felt like it was on the verge of shattering.
The room fell silent again. It was as if time had stopped. Sajan knew he was at a crossroads, and whatever decision he made next would change their lives forever.
Sajan was taken aback. "Try? What are you talking about?"
The air was thick with tension. Sajan got up and walked towards her, trying to bridge the gap between them. But as he approached, Yamayi turned around, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Everything," she spat. "Our relationship, us, you. You've given up, Sajan. And I don't know if I can do this anymore."
The door creaked open, and Yamayi walked in, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Sajan, lying on the bed, turned to face her, trying to muster up a smile.