Chapter 21

When Shanaya entered through the door of her family mansion, her doubt was confirmed. Something was definitely amiss.

Harish, her uncle, sat with his hand holding his head. His face was covered with a worried expression. She could breathe the discomfort in the air—something grave had happened.

Suhala was sleeping in her wheelchair. Well, at least her eyes were closed as her she leaned back, her head resting against the edge of the backrest.

“Uncle,” Shanaya greeted, carefully treading forward.

Harish jumped in his seat, startled by her approach. He held a hand against a chest before he stood up and nodded. “Shanaya,” he said. That was all he said.

“Tell me what has happened,” she demanded, her voice unwavering.

Suhala was awakened by their loud conversation. Her wearing eyes looked around the room in search of someone, before they finally landed on Shanaya. “Oh, my child. You’re here finally.”

“Dadi,” she mumbled, facing her momentarily before she gazed at Harish again. She