The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife as Siya stood in the dimly lit living room, her arms crossed over her chest. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound breaking the silence that had settled over the house like a heavy blanket. Dev, her husband of five years, sat on the couch, his muscular frame tense, his dark eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Siya exhaled sharply, her fingers digging into her upper arms. "I'm done, Dev. I've made my decision. I want a divorce."