C58 The Man Who Doesn’t Belong Here

Delhi mornings felt different.

The air carried the distant sound of traffic instead of mountain winds. Sunlight filtered through tall glass windows of Aisha’s house, reflecting softly on the polished wooden floor.

Arjun woke slowly.

For a second he forgot where he was.

Then he saw the unfamiliar ceiling.

The modern room.

And the city skyline visible through the balcony.

“Right.”

Delhi