The storm outside raged, thunder crashing like an angry beast in the sky. Inside the house, a different kind of storm was brewing. Meera stood in the living room, her heart racing, her breathing shallow as she tried to keep her composure. Arvind stood across from her, his fists clenched, his face contorted in rage.

"Why do you always have to do this, Meera?" His voice was low but full of venom. "Why do you always push me to the edge?"