Chapter 71
A Father’s Farewell
(Esha’s POV)
The house was wrapped in an unrelenting silence, the kind that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. It had been two days since my father, Vijay Sood, had passed, and the quiet seemed to echo his absence more than any noise could.
Each moment felt surreal, as if he would walk back through the door any second, his commanding voice calling out instructions or issuing one of his rare affectionate remarks. But he wouldn’t. He was gone.
The family gathered in the living room that afternoon, a soft winter light spilling in through the tall windows. Amara sat on the couch, her hand clasped tightly around her husband Jay’s. Sherry was perched on the armrest, her foot tapping against the floor in a nervous rhythm. Even Arya, nest
