"I'll take a shower and we can sleep on the bed. If you're okay with it, because I'm not sleeping on the couch."
"You don't have to. I'll sleep in-"
"The couch?" Kabir interrupted me, "Sure."
I scoffed. "In the bed," I clarified, brushing off the sh...
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A U T H O R P O V
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Usually, mornings are supposed to be the best time at Rajput Mansion. From the outside, people who gaze upon the grand structure might think that the Rajputs lead a luxurious and happy life, filled with joy and laughter. However, those who live and work within its walls know the truth: it has been dull and isolated since their happiness was taken away four long years ago.
Today was one of those days, a day marked on the calendar as the 31st of July. Surprisingly, all the Rajputs were present, sitting beside each other in pristine white clothes for a special puja held in the house. This was not just any ordinary puja; it was the Barsi Puja, a solemn remembrance for Kabir and Mihir Rajput's late wife and mother, a woman whose absence still cast a long shadow over their lives.
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Among them was a teenage girl, Deepika, who sat next to her parents, engrossed in her phone as she texted her boyfriend. Suddenly, her mother snatched the device away, her expression a mix of annoyance and concern. "What are you doing, Deepika?" her mom glared at her, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of worry.
"Ma, Ma please mera phone deejie" Deepika whispered, her eyes pleading as she begged her mother for the phone back. (give me my phone.)
"Nitya, give her the phone. She won't use it anyway," Kartik chimed in, unable to resist the charm of his daughter's cute pout and her soft whining.
"Jaisa papa, vaisee beti. Do whatever you want," Nitya replied, slapping the phone into her husband's hand with a resigned sigh. (Like father, like daughter.)
After the puja concluded, Kabir didn't even glance at his family. He turned away and went upstairs to his room, locking the door behind him with a definitive click that echoed through the house. Bindu let out a heavy sigh, glancing at Nitya, who was now busy serving food to the family members. "Where's Mihir?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
