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Nothing made sense anymore.
Sanju sank down on the sofa, holding his head with a heaving chest and a throat threatening to expand till he could no longer hold his tears.
Thirty-two days, seventeen hours, and forty minutes to be exact. That's how long his wife Riha had been away from him. Gone. Lost somewhere.
He completely ignored Aksha's mother and Officer Neeraj who also turned out to be her father, sitting across him in his living room.
The letter laid on the table with Aksha's bracelet on top of it.
He noticed Neeraj glancing at his ex-wife who, placidly looked back at him with a dry expression, giving away nothing. He quickly brought his eyes back to the letter and Sanju sighed. He didn't have time for all this.

"Let me clear it again," He began, talking mostly to himself.
"Aksha was heartbroken because you two divorced and fell into depression after somebody tried to frame her for leaking question papers. Later, I hear she has committed suicide but it wasn't true. She disappeared a month ago and so did Riha," he grabbed his head again, as maniacal laughter escapes from him, "As if that wasn't enough you-" he points to Neeraj who looked at the floor, "-you call me two days ago and show me a dead body, saying it might be Riha. You knew I would recognize Aksha's body. You stood pretending there knowing it wasn't your daughter because somebody...