Chapter 8

The late evening was calm, with the house nestled in peaceful quiet as Tara busied herself in their room, carefully packing for the trip. Vikram, seated by the window in his wheelchair, watched her move with quiet determination, her gaze occasionally flitting toward him as if to gauge his reaction. He observed her as she slipped out of the room, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, though he kept his expression unreadable. After a moment’s pause, he decided to follow, intending to retrieve some documents from the hall.