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 huge portrait of the four of us, but we changed it to my parents when we found out about the Reddys. We also removed all the photos of Varun with us and locked them in a special underground room that no one knew existed, other than the four of us.
I went outside the room after crying for a few more minutes and freshen
