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Tonight, after the sobs faded, he crept up the back stairs. The padlock was old—a rusty thing Anuj hadn’t bothered to replace. Rohan had learned lockpicking from a YouTube video last semester, for a drama club prop. He never imagined using it here.

Anuj hadn’t asked. He’d accused —in front of the extended family, at 11 PM, with his tie still on. Vaani had gone pale, then still, then silent. The next morning, her suitcase was packed. But instead of leaving to her maayka , she had done something strange: she had walked up the narrow back staircase to the old servant’s quarter on the third floor—a room no one had used since Rohan was a child. hidden bhabhi

The door swung inward with a breath of dust and jasmine oil. Tonight, after the sobs faded, he crept up the back stairs