In the afternoon, Rohan quietly made his way to Anjali's room.
He had been deeply worried since morning. Muktha had been constantly calling and messaging, urging him to check on her best friend. She was furious at Arjun and had not spoken to him since the night of the party.

The door to Anjali's room was slightly ajar. He stepped in gently and found her curled up on the swing in her balcony, lost in a world far away from here. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, eyes vacant, face pale—far from the usual chirpy, sparkly version of his baby sister.