
Friday evening arrived like a guillotine. Karan’s wife and daughter had left for her parents’ place in Pune at noon—happy weekend visit, innocent goodbye kiss at the door. The house in Powai felt too quiet the moment the Uber pulled away. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like accusation.
Mia texted at 7:45 p.m.: Door unlocked. I let myself in. Upstairs. Your bedroom. Naked. On your wife’s side of the bed. Bring nothing but your guilt.





















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