Kabir’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles blanching under the tension that ran deep in his chest. The hum of the car’s engine was steady, yet his mind was anything but calm. Trust was a rare commodity in his life, yet with Shreya, it was absolute. She was the one person to whom he could open his soul, and today, the weight of a truth he had long buried pressed on him to reveal.
“How can I not tell her about Aisha?” he thought.
“She’s the most precious thing in our family. Once, my father loved us both equally, but Aisha was always his favorite. Until… that incident.”
As they arrived at the hospital, the sleek, glass-paneled building gleamed under the soft afternoon sun—its modern façade a stark contrast to the fragility within. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the
