Chapter 2 :- Part 3: The Aftermath Back at home, his mother stirred in the kitchen, her hands restless as she checked the pot on the stove for the third time. The water inside wasn’t even boiling yet.“Why is he so late…?” she muttered under her breath, pressing a hand against her chest as if steadying her heartbeat. “I need to start dinner.”She wiped her damp palms against her sari, then stepped out into the narrow hallway, her voice carrying a mixture of worry and firmness.“Shruti! Minakshi! Come here.”The soft padding of bare feet followed, and her daughters peeked from their room.