Aadhira’s POV:

I opened my eyes after a struggle. I looked around the room, and my eyes immediately started to tear up seeing my room in my own house after years. Even when I came here for the funeral last year, I didn’t come to my room. I spent the whole nights crying in the hall, occasionally falling asleep on the couch or on Varun’s lap or shoulder.

I stood up from the bed, and the first thing that caught my eye was the huge portrait of my parents. There used to be a ...