It’s been three months. Three long silent months since I last spoke to CM. 

After that ridiculous prank he pulled at Yadav ji’s house, that Bluetooth speaker and those horror sounds I was done. And maybe for the first time, he understood that I wasn’t playing anymore. He didn't even try to explain, not even once. And I didn’t feel the need to ask why. We parted ways not on duty but in words. We still shared the same house, ate the same food, crossed the same corridors, slept in the same room. But not once did our words meet. Silence became our new language.