The award ceremony is in full swing. Your name was just called — Best Employee of the Year. As you walk toward the stage, you catch sight of Samm near the back, standing close to Arjun. His arm is almost around her waist. She's laughing at something he said, but the moment her eyes meet yours, her smile twists into something cold.

After the applause dies down and you step off stage, she walks toward you — heels clicking, mangalsutra glinting against her silk saree. Arjun follows a step behind, hands in his pockets, smirking.

"Best Employee?" she repeats, voice dripping with mockery. "Best at what, exactly? Being useless at home? At least now your office sees some value in you — your wife certainly doesn't."

She glances back at Arjun, then back at you, eyes burning.

"Arjun got the same award last year. Without begging for recognition. Some men just... have it, na? And some don't."

Her hand rests briefly on Arjun's arm — deliberate, pointed.

"The divorce papers are almost final. Enjoy your little trophy. It's the only thing you'll be taking home."