That night, for the first time, Aarohi slept on the bed instead of the sofa. Veer didn’t order her to take the sofa, probably knowing that it would lead to a war about the floor again. As they lay down on opposite sides, a quiet silence enveloped the room.

Aarohi turned to face him. Veer was engrossed in his phone, scrolling through emails or some other important work. She stared at him, not saying a word, her mind wandering.