NAHELLA AGARKAR

I didn’t knock. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t breathe properly either. Dixit’s house felt too small today, like the walls were listening and judging at the same time. I was already halfway down the corridor when I saw the door to Uncle Verman’s chamber closed. That door had always scared me a little. Too many decisions, too many files, too many lives sealed inside it. I was about to push it open when Dixit suddenly appeared out of nowhere, arms spread wide like a dramatic idiot blocking traffic.