Few days passed like this, yet the distance between Meena and Bhola only grew more visible with each passing day.

Bhola noticed it quietly. Earlier, Meena used to speak to him so naturally that even ordinary chores felt lighter. While cutting vegetables, washing utensils, drying clothes in the courtyard, she would always say something or the other. Sometimes she complained about work, sometimes teased him for acting foolish, sometimes laughed at his strange logic. But now…those little conversations had disappeared somewhere.