As Rohit stepped out of the room, his gaze instinctively dropped to his bandaged left hand. He flexed his fingers slowly, testing the stiffness. Arya had done a good job with the bandage.
There was still a faint pull under the skin, but it no longer throbbed like before. He could lift his hand without much strain.
'Two… maybe three days,' he thought. 'And I won't even need the sling anymore.'
Raj Singhania's study was downstairs, so he headed that way.
He spotted Ragini at the dining table, listening to Kalyani and Ananya.
She looked exhausted—still in her nightgown, hair loosely tied, eyes half-lidded as she stifled a yawn. Yet she was trying her best to keep up with the conversation.
Rohit slowed slightly as he passed.
"…I'm telling you, Arya has been acting strange lately. The way she answered back was so disrespectful.." Kalyani muttered.
Ananya scoffed softly, adding fuel to it.
Rohit didn't linger. Petty talk wasn't worth his time.
