The heavy silence that followed the echo of Priya's screams was deafening. Dev stood perfectly still, his massive frame illuminated by the dim light of the laundry room, his expression locked in a hard, unreadable mask. The raw fury that had possessed him moments ago when he clamped down on her wrist had completely vanished, replaced by a cold, business-like detachment.
"Aisa kuch nahi hai, Priya," Dev said, his voice dropping into a flat, steady rumble that completely stripped the room of its dramatic heat. "Tum bekaar ki faaltu baatein mat karo." (It is nothing like that, Priya. Don't talk about useless, nonsense things.)
My parents are going through a separation, and it has been a difficult and overwhelming time for my family. I’ve always felt uncomfortable asking them for money especially now, so I wanted to take responsibility for myself and become financially independent. Even if I can’t support myself entirely yet, I want to contribute in whatever way I can and ease some of the burden.
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