I had been waiting in the main hall for over two hours. Nidhi’s usually home by 5 PM, and then she starts nagging me to join her for coffee, or she teams up with Dad to play board games. It’s become a routine, one I’ve gotten used to—maybe even indifferent to. But tonight, something felt off. She wasn’t home, and I had no idea where she was. It didn’t help that she’d been late a few times this week already. It gnawed at me, but I kept telling myself, She’s just working, Vivaan. She’s doing her job.
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