14. Henna

"Where is your ring?" His voice cut through the air, a sharp inquiry that seemed to carry more weight than the question itself. The room, with its muted tones and elegant decor, became a silent witness to the unfolding tension.

She instinctively moved her hand to the back, a reflexive attempt to shield herself from the intensity of his gaze. How had he noticed she wasn't wearing their engagement ring? Did the absence of that small band truly make a difference? To her, it didn't, but the significance seemed amplified in his eyes.

"I forgot to wear it. What’s your problem?" she retorted, her response tinged with a touch of defiance. The room, adorned with framed memories and tasteful furnishings, held its breath, anticipating the exchange that unfolded.

"You took it off, that’s my problem," he snapped, his tone edged with a bitterness that hung in the air. The atmosphere in the room, once filled with the hum of subtle conversations, now crackled with an undercurrent of tension.

His behav