[h2][center][color=f49ac2]Aaranya & [/color][color=c4df9b]Kabir Singh[/color][/center][/h2]

Aaranya curled in on herself, limbs and thoughts, a blade of grass touched by fire. One spark undoused fates the field ablaze. No faded leaf could ask the great tree to fall with it, yet here they were, swirling twisting in the wind, unseverable stem.

Kabir left to get the tea. He used that separation as an excuse to pace the kitchen, wring his hands, run through a whiplash of emotion. Of [i]course[/i] he was panicking, of [i]course[/i] he was swirling with guilt and shame over uprooting his life, abandoning family, responsibilities to the town, the ever-muffled voice of what [b]Kabir[/b] wanted. But he couldn't be those things in front of the young women. It was time to take a breath, man up, be a stable solid rock.

As Kabir took the Darjeeling tea off the stove and gathered some mugs, he ran through some options for hiding Aaranya. Who owed him a favor? ...[i]That[/i] big of a favor? Kabir worked as an accountant and tax advisor for a few small businesses in town. Maybe he could bribe them with free services or otherwise convince them to hide his sister for one day.

[color=c4df9b]"If we want a building,"[/color] Kabir began as he reentered the living room, [color=c4df9b]"I can think of two slight maybe options. There's a diner that I helped survive a complicated tax mishap a couple years ago. The diner itself is too public, but one of their houses might do. There's also the library. They don't have as strong of a reason to owe me a favor, but I have worked with them a few times, and there are some hidden areas for more valuable books in case we're more worried about searches."[/color]

The man paused and looked between the quiet women.

[color=c4df9b]"Do either of you have any better ideas? And how many sugars in your tea?"[/color]

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