The Diwali lights had barely dimmed when the silence in the Sharma household grew louder than any firecracker.
“I’ll bring you samosas too.”
And Anuj had let her. Worse, he’d locked the door from the outside. hidden bhabhi
“Anuj is afraid,” she corrected. “Fear makes men into locks. They think they’re securing something. They’re just learning how to be alone.” The Diwali lights had barely dimmed when the
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. “Anuj is afraid,” she corrected