Behind her, the door remained half-open as Rishi did not step forward or interrupt. He stood in that threshold tall and immovable with his arms folded across his chest.

His eyes did not linger on Aabha but they lingered on Vanya. Vanya's cries only grew sharper. She was broken with her nose flushed red from the sobbing, her lips trembling.She had no composure left, no walls remained to guard her.

Everything had been torn open and Rishi watched as if he were marking the moment, not intruding upon it, not offering comfort, but storing it, keeping it as though grief itself could be possessed. The nurse gently tugged at her elbow urging her away but Vanya shook her head violently, "No, I'm not leaving her". "Vanya" a low and deliberate voice finally said, She looked up.

Rishi had stepped inside now with each of his movements deliberate and control. His face betrayed nothing, no grief, no agitation but only control. His hand came down lightly on her arm.

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