Yash leaned against the doorframe, watching her. He’d learned this about Aarohi—she went still when she was building a wall around herself.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. The camera pans to the bedroom drawer—slightly open—where Rohan’s photo now rests next to Yash’s spare keys. punar vivah 464
The Second Weave
“No, it’s not!” Aarohi’s voice cracked. “You make my daughter breakfast. You taught her that losing someone doesn’t mean losing the capacity to love again. You never once asked me to remove Rohan’s photo. And still… still I froze when I read her message. I didn’t defend you.” Yash leaned against the doorframe, watching her