3 DAYS LATER

It was early evening when a car rolled into the parking lot of Sharma residence. From the driver’s seat stepped Mahira, dressed in beige pants paired with a crisp white shirt, her hair neatly tied back, face glowing from the last golden rays of the sun. Ranjeet ji climbed out from the passenger side, his files and phone tucked under his arm. As they walked together, Ranjeet ji slowed his steps. “Mahira, Richa ke paas naye designs ki file hai. Jara le aana. Mujhe review karni hai,” he said firmly.