Annie pushed the door open with heavy, tired steps, her bag slipping from her shoulder and almost dropping to the floor. College had drained her completely today—assignments, lectures, endless gossiping friends. All she wanted was peace. Just a quiet evening to herself.
But the house was too quiet. Not the usual kind of quiet, but one that pressed down on her ears. She remembered suddenly: Papa wasn’t home tonight. He had left for an outstation meeting, repeating at least ten times before leaving that she wasn’t alone—his best friend, Aakshit Roy, was staying at their place for a few days.
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