Their Wives and Their Wars

--- THEIR WIVES, THEIR WARS Three Brothers. Three Brides. One Home. Endless Silence. - Ishaan Rawat: “Tumhare jaane ke baad jise main gale lagaoon… kaash wo maut ho.” ( After you leave, whoever I embrace... I hope it's death.) To the world, Ishaan is composed. To Sanya Bansal , he’s a storm behind silence. Now that she’s choosing divorce, he says nothing—but inside, he’s drowning in words he’s too scared to speak. There’s a reason he never could love out loud… and that reason is darker than anyone knows. - Arjun Rawat : “Kiss ke liye sab darwaze band karke bhi hum khidki se niharna hum nahi chodte.” (Even if all the doors are closed for a kiss, we’ll still sneak a look through the window.) Tied to Snehal Shinde through tradition, Arjun plays it cool. Witty. Chaotic. But beneath the flirt is confusion wrapped in unspoken guilt. His world isn’t black and white—it never was. And when reality bends, so does his sense of what’s right. - Ishvik Rawat : “Rok dena mera janaza jab uska ghar aaye… kahin wo khidki se dekhe aur mera dil dhadak jaye.” ( Stop my funeral when we pass her house… maybe she’ll look out the window, and my heart will beat once more.) He loved Chhavi Thakur with the kind of honesty people dream of. But even love this deep has shadows. As he roams Himachal with a restless heart, he wonders if loving someone is enough when her eyes are always looking somewhere else. Three brothers. Three shattered truths wrapped in silence, secrets, and soul-cracking choices. Some wounds don’t bleed… they echo.