Rekha settled on the couch, her gaze fixed on her husband as he immersed himself in a financial magazine. She longed to express something, but the words remained lodged in her throat. Manish Mathur glanced at her, then set the magazine aside, ready to listen.
"Why are you so anxious?”
"I've been thinking about Rahi and Ansh," Rekha began, her voice trembling.
Manish furrowed his brow, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"What's wrong with them?"
"Rahi is still young and shouldn't spend her life as a widow. That delicate flower of a woman is starting to wilt. So why don't we think about Rahi and Ansh?" Rekha finally managed to convey her thoughts.
"What do you mean?" Manish queried, seeking clarification.
"Raghav is a good person, don't you think?" Rekha asked.
Manish pondered
