Betrayal - A Short Story
Betrayal is a heavy thing. Sometimes it comes from a lover, sometimes from broken trust, and at times, from our own restless minds that twist silence into suspicion. Insecurity can be as sharp as any real wound—it whispers, it grows, and before long, it convinces us of a truth that may never have existed. This little piece is just about how the fear of betrayal can weigh heavier than betrayal itself. Betrayal Raj had not slept well in weeks. He would lie awake, staring at the ceiling fan, while Nisha’s phone glowed faintly on her side of the bed. Sometimes she turned away, whispering into it. Other times, she slipped out to the balcony, shutting the door softly, as if afraid to wake him. At first, he told himself it was work. She had been busy lately, after all. But when he entered the kitchen one evening and she quickly slid her phone under a pile of papers, something snapped inside him. He started noticing everything: the rushed excuses—“I’ll just be back in an hour,” “D...
