Sanaya’s P.O.V

“I’m home!” I called out as I shut the front door behind me.

“Maa?” I asked out loud when I didn’t hear her reply. “Maa, where are you?”

Hanging my keys in the key holder beside the door, I took off my shoes and entered the house. The bright neon green sticky note stuck to the fridge was like a huge pop-up sign that I already knew the contents of, but I ripped it off the fridge and read it anyway.

Gone to Mrs. Sharma’s for Maata Ki Chowki. Don’t wait up for me.

P.S- Mrs. Sharma’s son, Rahul, he’s also going to be there. I heard he’s...