At 24, I landed a temporary job in Bhopal, all thanks to my brother-in-law, Sameer, who worked his magic to secure it for me. I moved in with my elder sister, whom I lovingly call Didi, at their cozy home. They gave me the room at the back—a spacious, airy haven with a window framing neem trees swaying in the breeze, their shadows dancing on my walls at night. That room became my sanctuary, a place where my deepest desires began to stir. Sameer was an engineer, his days filled with blueprints and calculations, while Didi, a nurse, tended to patients at the hospital. Their jobs often left the house quiet, and I’d lose myself in daydreams, my thoughts increasingly consumed by one man—Sameer.