Rishi watched her in the rearview mirror, the small reflection framing the devastation he had observed and nurtured. The intensity of his gaze and the way his fingers tapped the steering wheel in a slow and steady rhythm spoke of a man who catalogued grief and folded it into his design. Vanya pressed a hand to her mouth and sobbed softly trying to not make sounds. Outside, the rain blurred the world into a smear.

Vanya reached the Mansion and slowly walked in like a zombie. She didn't have any sense of direction or any idea on what to do next. Rishi looked at the girl who felt blank inside like an empty vessel. "Vanya" he called out and she looked at him in a haze. "You go and freshen up, I'll make sure your clothes are bought to your room" said Rishi in his usual controlled tone and Vanya softly nodded in response which irked him.

"Words Vanya, Words" said Rishi sharply with his jaw tightening and Her shoulders stiffened as though the command had yanked her back into her body. Slowly Vanya muttered, "yes" she looked away. She softly walked back to her alloted room while Rishi made arrangements accordingly.

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