With Kavita's permission, Rohit entered her private room as casually as possible and closed the door behind him.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes swept across the surroundings.
As expected, the room was spotless.
Everything was neatly arranged. The bed was perfectly made, the furniture dust-free, and a faint floral fragrance lingered in the air. It was exactly the kind of room he expected Kavita to maintain.
What caught him off guard, however, were the photographs.
Dozens of them.
His gaze moved from one frame to another.
Family trips.
Vacation pictures.
Birthday celebrations.
Even ordinary moments that most people wouldn't bother preserving.
There was one where Kamalnath was laughing while Kavita fed him cake. Another showed Akhil standing between his parents during a trip to the mountains. Some were blurry candid shots, others professionally taken, but all of them carried the same thing.
Happiness.
A genuine kind.
Rohit's brows furrowed.
