11- A Dream Belonging to Someone Else

Sun, 31 May 2026 08:11:49 +0000

“Good morning,” I said as I stepped into the breakfast room, my voice a measured, default baritone. I kept it entirely level—deliberately detached to mask just how absurdly aware I was of Inayat sitting right there. She was completely wrapped in a blush-toned kurti, her hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, fiercely concentrating on a bowl of cereal as if twirling her spoon were a sacred, high-stakes ritual.