Raghav Malhotra didn’t believe he was a bad person. He paid his bills on time. He worked hard. He didn’t cheat anyone. But there was just one small, teeny tiny problem…  That morning, he had already lost it twice. “Bhaiya, thoda side se le lo,” the cab driver said carefully, easing the car through a narrow lane. “If you can’t drive, why are you sitting behind the wheel?” Raghav grumbled as he reversed his car.  The driver said nothing and silently drove past Raghav’s car, giving him a long...

Ruhi Mehra was under the covers by 10:45 pm, as she was every night. She lived away from her parents, who resided in one of the many bustling lanes of New Delhi. She was far away from the love, the tiny cherished moments, and the chaos. Her pigeon-sized apartment in Sydney was very quiet in a way that it almost felt permanent. The fridge hummed. Cars drove by somewhere below. The digital clock glowed blue against the wall. Ruhi’s laptop bag rested on the single-armed green couch, already...

The door still opened inward, brushing against the shoe rack before it could swing fully. Sanya had somehow forgotten that. She stood there for a second longer than necessary, her suitcase half inside, half outside, as if her childhood home needed time to recognise her . ​ “Sanya beta,” her mother’s voice called out from somewhere inside. Not loud. It didn’t need to be. ​ Sanya stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She struggled with the latch as usual. Some things just never change....