Red-armband Auntie

As the sun began to rise over the bustling city of Mumbai, the I found myself waking up in a cozy guest room in the home of my Indian hosts. We moved back to Aravind's family home when he was stable as I formulated a plan.

Saanjh has been a pain in every way possible.

Though she hadn't told their parents that I nearly caused their sons death, the way she projected herself was clear as day.

I was her mortal enemy. Furthermore, she wanted me gone as soon as possible.

I rubbed my eyes sleepily and looked around the room, taking in the colorful decorations and intricate designs that adorned the walls.

After a few moments, I got up and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As I brushed my teeth, a similar situation was taking place in the house, but it was in the kitchen sink. I could hear the sounds of Aunty preparing breakfast on the stove as she confronted his son on such a behavior.