Part 2
“Where is Ishi?” Vanya asked softly, her fingers idly tracing the hem of her dupatta. The corridor was unusually quiet for a house drenched in wedding preparations. Yet Ishita who was always in the center of noise was absent.
No one answered, but Vanya's eyes caught a shadow in the distance. Ishita stood near the balcony, her gaze distant, her posture stiff. She wasn’t watching the skies. She was lost somewhere between now and a bundle of cash that had poured like truth from a cupboard. Her mind echoed with only one name Aanya.
Before she could walk to her, a calm voice cut through the air like temple bells.
“The wedding date, should we fix it now?” It was the pandit. Ancient, wise eyes behind thick spectacles. A man who could make time listen.
Everyone gathered.
Meera, with
