It’s been three years since the divorce papers were signed, and I had finally convinced myself I was at peace with it. My name is Rohit. I live in Kanpur with my son, Arnav. Our days are predictable in the best way—school drop-offs, evening cricket in the lane, dinner at my parents’ house. It’s not grand, but it’s steady. I told myself steady was enough. Until she showed up at the gate. Meera looked almost the same. Same sharp features. Same way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. But her eyes were different. Softer. Unsure....
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