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The next morning, Madhuri woke with a start, her dreams a tangled mess of shame and desire. She dragged herself out of bed, splashing cold water on her face to clear her head. She got freshed and changed into a saree.
Downstairs, the living room was empty, no Twister cube, no Ishaan. The absence was both a relief and a strange disappointment. She headed to the kitchen, tying her hair back as she began preparing breakfast, the routine grounding her.
The doorbell rang, and her heart leapt. "Ishaan?" She smoothed her saree, a flicker of excitement betraying her resolve, and opened the door with a hesitant smile. But her face fell as she saw her husband, Ramesh, standing there, his suitcase at his side, a tired but warm smile on his face.
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She forced a smile, pretending to be thrilled. Her mind still reeling from the events of the past week. “I… I missed you too,” she said, her voice tight.
(End of Chapter)
Downstairs, the living room was empty, no Twister cube, no Ishaan. The absence was both a relief and a strange disappointment. She headed to the kitchen, tying her hair back as she began preparing breakfast, the routine grounding her.
The doorbell rang, and her heart leapt. "Ishaan?" She smoothed her saree, a flicker of excitement betraying her resolve, and opened the door with a hesitant smile. But her face fell as she saw her husband, Ramesh, standing there, his suitcase at his side, a tired but warm smile on his face.
“Surprise,” he said, stepping forward to hug her. “Missed you, Madhuri.”
She forced a smile, pretending to be thrilled. Her mind still reeling from the events of the past week. “I… I missed you too,” she said, her voice tight.
(End of Chapter)
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