I stood outside Advait's bedroom door, my fingers trembling as I reached out to knock.

I was wearing one of the pairs of soft cotton shorts and the large, oversized T-shirt he had bought for me. The fabric felt light and incredibly comfortable against my skin, completely different from the heavy, suffocating wedding saree. But right now, my comfort didn't matter. My chest felt tight, and a familiar, cold panic was clawing at my throat. I needed to know. I had to see what was happening out there in the world, even if it broke me completely.