Abhimanyu was in the kitchen, the soft hiss of boiling water echoing in the stillness of early morning. The sun had barely peeked through the windows, casting golden streaks across the marble counter. He moved around with ease, a half-smile playing on his lips as he added just the right amount of cardamom-exactly how Khushi liked it. He glanced at the clock. She was still asleep, wrapped in the comfort of their shared warmth from the night before.
As the tea brewed, its aroma filling the kitchen, his thoughts involuntarily drifted to the incident from the day before. The smile on his face faltered for a second but then returned-softer this time, tinged with a strange sense of comfort.
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