Nitya was sitting near the window of her room, her hairs open with water dripping, coffee in her hand, wearing an oversized black shirt with shorts not visible under it, looking outside at the raindrops falling on the window. She heard the door click and some footsteps. She recognized the footsteps to be her husband's, but she didn’t have the strength enough to turn back and meet his eyes as she kept on looking out, feeling drained completely.

Shivansh looked at his wife. Only her back was visible to him, and he noticed her in his shirt, sipping her coffee.