The atmosphere on the rooftop was a welcome contrast to the lively chaos below. Thick clouds drifted lazily across the sky, blocking much of the afternoon sun and allowing a cool breeze to sweep across the open space.
Rohit leaned against the weathered railing, his arms resting on the warm concrete. Beside him, Akhil stood quietly with his hands in his pockets.
Neither spoke for a while.
Below them stretched an open field where a group of children were playing cricket. The occasional shout or appeal drifted upward before being swallowed by the wind.
Eventually, Rohit broke the silence.
"So," he asked, glancing at Akhil. "How are you really doing?"
"Not good," Akhil muttered. "Have been diagnosed with a condition.."
His voice was hesitant, almost reluctant.
Rohit turned fully toward him.
It turned out Akhil had developed erectile dysfunction due to the prolonged use of drugs during his captivity.
