NUR
Aaban Bhai, who had remained silent all throughout breakfast, was the first to get up, concern lit up in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, approaching me. I push my back against the door, bracing my hands on either side.
I shake my head. “It’s noth––”
I’m pushed aside by a strong hand. I wince as my elbow collides with the wall, glaring at Kabir.
He looks through the peephole and steps back. “It’s him,”
Everyone waits for him to elaborate. I stumble forward, placing a hand on his mouth, begging him to just not say it. He shakes my hand off and meets everyone’s eyes. One by one.
“It’s Ahyan,” He repeats.
I swear Aaban Bhai’s eyes darken a shade or two. “Who is that?”
“Nobody!” I say like a banshee but it’s like they’re all deaf to my voice.
“Her husband,” Kabir says and I
