Nirbhay had been ready for nearly thirty minutes.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, he sat patiently at the edge of the bed, absentmindedly adjusting the cuff of his shirt while waiting for Kabir to finish getting ready. Every now and then, his eyes wandered toward the closed bathroom door, and despite the exhausting month his family had endured, a small smile refused to leave his face to see his partner.