chapter 48

Days turned into weeks, and Andrea found herself adjusting to the unfamiliar rhythms of married life with Sorin Zaveri. Their days were filled with societal obligations, business meetings, and glimpses of intimacy that both comforted and confused her. Sorin, too, seemed caught between duty and desire, his demeanor shifting between aloofness and fleeting moments of genuine warmth.

Despite their efforts to bridge the gap between them, Andrea couldn't shake the lingering doubts that haunted her. Was Sorin truly committed to their marriage, or was he merely playing his part to appease their families? The question gnawed at her, a constant presence in the silence that often fell between them.

One evening, as they stood on the terrace of their penthouse overlooking the glittering skyline of New York, Andrea broached the subject that weighed heavily on her mind.

"Sorin," she began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever think about... about us? About what this marriage mea