As we landed we rush to home, the anticipation of what awaited us was palpable. Priya held my hand tightly, her grip a silent reminder of the unspoken promise we had made the night before. The journey home was filled with a tapestry of emotions—the joy of our love and the anxiety of the impending revelation about Ratika's condition.
I dropped Priya at her home first, "I will coming in few minutes, she said and went inside."
After few minutes later she came back. " let's go."
"What did you say to your parents?" I asked as we climbed into the car, the question hanging in the air like the thick Mumbai smog outside. Priya's eyes searched mine for a moment before she spoke. "Just that I am going to your house for a bit." She replied, her voice steady and calm.
"They didn't say anything?" I asked, surprised at her nonchalant tone. She gave me a knowing smile. "They know me, they know I can handle myself."
