Waking up in the middle of the night, her eyes fell on her husband, who was sleeping on his stomach, his bare back in her view. She could spot a few moles on his skin, his slightly curled hair disheveled, and his last night's words rang in her ears again and again.

"Everything is wrong, Sayantika."

She was confused by his words, and she even tried to ask him, but he didn't answer and said, "Sayantika, I had a hectic flight, and I badly need some sleep," and that was it, end of discussion.

She wanted to ask so many things, question him about his ignorance, tell him that she...