The hallway had gradually fallen silent. After everything that had happened downstairs, everyone seemed to have retreated into their own corners of the haveli, carrying their own share of shock, guilt and grief with them. Arjun walked into his room with his bags, Nancy following quietly behind him. Neither of them spoke. Nancy helped him place the bags beside the wardrobe. She picked up the smaller ones and kept them neatly near the bed while Arjun simply stood there for a moment, his mind clearly somewhere else. Finally, Nancy straightened. "Main chalti hoon." She spoke quietly. (Translation: I'm leaving.) Arjun didn't respond. He had already lowered himself onto the bean bag near the window, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands loosely clasped together. Nancy took a few steps toward the door. But just before leaving, she turned around. Her eyes fell on him. He looked nothing like the Arjun she knew. His face was gloomy, his shoulders heavy, and his usually composed exp
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