登入Her eyes moved towards the king-sized bed. The white duvet was neatly arranged, the pillows perfectly aligned against the upholstered headboard. She had not touched it since entering the house.She had tried not to look at it. And now, standing beside Neil, she felt that same uncomfortable heaviness settle inside her.Nona's bed.She knew it was unreasonable to think of it that way. The room had been renovated, the furniture replaced, and Naina had been gone for years. But none of that changed what the room represented to her.Neil waited."I generally return late," he continued. "Some nights I work in the study until after midnight. You needn't wait for me or alter your routine. If the lights or anything else disturb you, let me know."Tara nodded faintly."And if you're uncomfortable with anything, you can tell me directly."She looked at him. He was speaking with such matter-of-fact consideration that she felt almost foolish for having spent the entire day worrying about how they w
She looked up, her large brown eyes widened slightly. He noticed the immediate change in her expression, the way her fingers moved towards the hem of her kurta and began twisting the soft fabric."Would you like to sit?" he asked.She shook her head. "No. I'm fine.""All right."Neil remained near the balcony doors, leaving a comfortable distance between them.He had spent much of the evening considering how best to approach this conversation. He was accustomed to dealing with complicated situations, but this one required a kind of care that had little to do with the practical decisions he made every day. Tara was not an employee, a business associate, or someone with whom he could simply establish terms and expect immediate agreement.She was a woman who had been abandoned by the man she loved and married someone else before she had even begun to comprehend what had happened. And that someone was him. "Tara," he began, "I know you loved Samar.” Her fingers tightened around the fabric
By the time Vikram and Kavita Sen finally left the Oberoi mansion, it was nearly half past ten. Vidya had accompanied them to the portico, Kavita reminded her that there were only two days left and considerably more arrangements to make than anyone seemed willing to acknowledge."Tomorrow, Ria, Jiya, and Tara are going shopping," Vidya announced as though the matter had already been decided."Tomorrow?" Tara asked, looking up from where she stood beside her mother."Of course, darling. You need something beautiful for the reception.""She has plenty of beautiful sarees," Kavita remarked."And she can have another," Vidya replied firmly. "She's my granddaughter-in-law. I intend to spoil her a little."Jiya immediately volunteered to arrange a private shopping appointment at Sabyasachi for the following afternoon, while Ria suggested they leave after lunch to allow enough time for Tara to select her reception outfit and jewellery without feeling rushed."You'll only complain about how
Neil's phone vibrated against the polished desk, both men glanced towards it. The screen illuminated briefly before going dark again. Neil turned it over without reading the notification. "Sorry. Go on.""Something important?""It can wait.”Vikram nodded and continued. "There's another thing. Tara's work.""At the university?""Yes. She loves teaching. You know that.""I do.""She's worked hard to build a career for herself, and I don't want her to feel that she has to give it up because she's married.""She won’t." Neil reached for his glass. "Tara's career is her decision. She can continue teaching, pursue further studies, or do whatever she considers appropriate. I have no intention of interfering."“Vidya ji might have expectations.""Dadi knows better than to interfere with someone's profession."Vikram gave him a sceptical look. "Your grandmother has already arranged a reception in forty-eight hours despite your objections."Neil exhaled. "That's different.""Is it?""Apparentl
The study was quiet, its dark wooden bookshelves and leather furniture a contrast to the pale interiors of the rest of the mansion. A large desk stood near the windows, and the familiar scent of polished wood lingered in the air.Neil closed the door behind them, he placed his phone on the desk, its screen facing down. For the moment, whatever demanded his attention would have to wait.Vikram had come to speak to him about Tara and Neil knew that conversation deserved his full attention. "Please sit, Vikram.” Neil gestured towards the leather armchair opposite his desk before removing his charcoal-grey suit jacket and placing it over the back of his chair. He loosened his tie, rolled his shirt sleeves to his forearms, and reached for the crystal water carafe. "Water?""Please."Neil poured two glasses, handed one to Vikram, and settled into his chair.Vikram Sen had been a familiar presence in Neil's life for years. Their relationship had survived Naina's death, the gradual changes wi
The Oberoi Mansion, Alipore — 7:15 p.m.Neil and Rishi returned to the Oberoi mansion a little after seven that evening. Their car pulled beneath the portico, where a member of the household staff stepped forward to collect Neil's briefcase and the documents he had brought home from the hotel. Neil emerged in a charcoal-grey suit, his tie loosened slightly at the collar. As Rishi walked around the car, Neil noticed the blue Mercedes parked along the driveway.He recognised it immediately. Vikram Sen.The brothers entered the mansion together. Voices drifted from the drawing room as they approached. Vidya was speaking, followed by Joy's laughter and Kavita Sen's unmistakable voice responding to something Jiya had said.Jiya noticed them first. "Dada, you're home."Neil acknowledged him with a nod before his attention settled on the man seated beside his grandmother."Vikram."Vikram rose with a smile. "Neil."The two men shook hands warmly, Neil had never addressed Vikram and Kavita as







