The bedroom was quiet, except for the sound of a distant ticking clock. Vanya Kapoor sat on her side of the bed, staring blankly into the darkness. Her shoulders were tense, and her fingers clutched the bedsheet unconsciously.
Rivaan Kapoor walked in and sat beside her. He didn’t need to ask he already knew.
“You want to say something, don’t you?” he asked gently.
She looked at him but didn’t speak.
“I don’t know if you noticed,” Rivaan continued, “but you always defended Zian. Tonight was the first time you didn’t. In fact, you spoke against him. Why?”
Vanya exhaled slowly. “You were right about Zian. I was wrong.”
Rivaan nodded, listening.
She hesitated, then added, “He said… you took everything from him. His soul. His life. His happiness. And…”
“And what?” Rivaan pressed, leanin
