C51 Quiet Days After the Storm

The house felt unusually calm.

For the first time in days, there were no sirens, no explosions, no shouting villagers rushing to the hospital.

Just silence.

Aisha lay on the bed staring at the ceiling while Arjun closed his diary and placed it on the table.

She turned toward him lazily.

“You know,” she said, “most people go on vacation to relax.”

Arjun raised an eyebrow