Chapter 8: Too Late for Innocence

A day later, Swastik came to check on Mritika.

He brought up the topic as if he’d rehearsed it.

“Mithika… can I ask you something?”

Her eyes met his, wary. “What is it?”

“Did Neel try to reach you?”

Mritika’s disappointment spilled out. “Yes. And you knew. You told him where I was, and now he’s following me everywhere. Why, Swastik? How could you do this to me?”

Swastik didn’t respond immediately. He knew no explanation would be enough. Instead, he reached into his bag and pulled out a slightly worn, folded envelope.

“This came a long time ago… from Neel. He wrote it while in juvenile custody. I’ve kept it safe. I didn’t show it earlier—I wasn’t sure how you’d handle it. But maybe now… it’s time.”

Mritika’s fingers trembled as she unfolded the letter. The handwriting was unmistakable. She began to read, but doubt surged: Why now? Why not reach out earlier? Why wait for Swastik?

Dear Swastik,

I don’t know when you’ll read this, but you’re the only one I trust completely. Mithika… I need you to take care of her. She’s all I have left, and I’m not there.

I don’t know how long this nightmare will last, or when I’ll be free, but she must not suffer because of me.