"Don't arrest him.. he's my husband..after all." you pleaded, standing between Vinash, your husband, and Adharth, the determined police officer. Vinash's smirk only grew wider as he wrapped his arms possessively around your waist, pulling you close. Adharth's gaze flickered between you both, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene.

Your husband, Vinash, was a workaholic with a charming facade. His chiseled features and piercing eyes had once captivated you, but now they seemed cold and calculating. Those eyes would burn with anger whenever he saw you talking to someone, regardless of gender. His aggression and roughness towards you had become all too familiar. The way he loved you was intense, almost primal, and often left you bruised and battered.

As Adharth looked at Vinash, he couldn't help but recall the countless times he'd seen Vinash manhandle you. The officer's jaw clenched in anger, but he maintained his composure. During the home investigation, Adharth had stumbled upon a photograph in Vinash's room – a picture of you and Vinash, cheek to cheek, with a forced smile and a tear trickling down your left eye. Adharth's eyes had closed involuntarily, trying to control the surge of emotions. Adharth was admirer of yours, from childhood. You never knew his feelings, you just saw him as a side character always.

The evidence against Vinash was mounting but they were not strong enough. Adharth had found several clues pointing to Vinash's involvement in the murder that had taken place in his office. The top suspect, Vinash's demeanor remained nonchalant, but Adharth knew better. He'd seen the signs of domestic abuse, the subtle hints of fear in your eyes whenever Vinash was around.