Kriti sat in the living room, flipping through a magazine, while waiting for Shabd. She let out a yawn and glanced at her watch. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching from behind. She recognized the sound and turned around to see Shabd, who appeared different. His white shirt was wrinkled, and his hair was messy. He carried his blazer over his shoulder, walking unsteadily with his gaze lowered. Kriti swallowed and walked towards him.
"What happened to you?" She hurriedly approached him, placing her hands on his chest. He lifted his bloodshot eyes and gave her a heavy gaze. The strong smell of alcohol indicated that he was drunk. Kriti wanted to cover her nose but didn't mind the smell, instead, she held his face in her hands.
"Go and take a shower. I'll warm up some food," she said w
