Kabir sat motionless in the hospital’s private room, the stark white walls and sterile environment a sharp contrast to the turmoil swirling inside him. The quiet beep of monitors filled the air, punctuating the suffocating silence as his gaze never left the fragile figure lying before him. It was hard to reconcile this shadowy shell with the vibrant man he once called his friend—the same man who had become a symbol of betrayal and pain.
Aniket’s pale form, tethered to machines and tubes, mirrored the vulnerable state of his sister Aisha. Lying so still, so helpless, the sight was a haunting reminder of the devastating consequences their intertwined lives had wrought.
“How could Aniket have met the same fate as Aisha?” Shreya’s voice broke through the silence, trembling with shock and dis
