
March 7, 2026 – Thursday evening 7:38 p.m.
The house had been theirs for two full nights and three stolen days. Every room carried the scent of them now: kitchen counter still faintly sticky despite Neha’s frantic wiping, terrace tiles bearing invisible marks from knees and palms, master bedroom sheets changed twice but still carrying that musky undertone no amount of fabric softener could erase.















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