Kriti sat on the couch, sipping her coffee and engrossed in a magazine. Suddenly, Setu entered the villa and stopped behind her. As she caught a whiff of his familiar scent, she turned her head to look around and found him standing there, his eyes filled with delight. Returning his smile, she stood up to welcome him.
"Oh... You're here," she said.
"Yes, I am. Did I startle you?" Setu replied.
"Not at all."
"Where's my brother?"
"Um... he's sleeping."
Setu narrowed his eyes after checking the time. "Isn't it too early for him to sleep? He never goes to bed early. Is something wrong?"
Kriti smiled sadly and lowered her gaze. "Since returning from London, he has immersed himself in work to distract himself from the grief of your brother's death. He's saddened by what happened to Rahi a
