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He didn’t lock the door behind him. He left it exactly as he found it—closed, but no longer sealed.

“Time for what?”

Three months ago, Vaani had been the sun of this house—laughing too loud, adding too much salt to the rajma , and dancing with the safai wali auntie during Ganesh Chaturthi. Anuj had adored her. Everyone had. Then came the rumor. An anonymous letter. A photograph taken from an angle that could mean anything or nothing: Vaani standing too close to a male colleague at a work dinner. hidden bhabhi

“Now that ,” Vaani said, and her voice cracked just a little, “would be worth being hidden for.” He didn’t lock the door behind him

Rohan sat on the floor opposite her. “Anuj is an idiot.” Anuj had adored her

And Anuj had let her. Worse, he’d locked the door from the outside.