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She knew that voice before she saw the face. Kabir. Rohan’s younger brother. The boy who had left for an MBA in Pune when she was a new bride. He was a boy then—lanky, shy, always dropping his gaze when she entered a room. Now, he stood at the aangan threshold, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, a shadow of stubble on his jaw, and eyes that held a storm she could not name.

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“And I am a man who has loved you since I was seventeen. Since I saw you laugh at Rohan bhaiya’s bad jokes and fix his crooked tie. I left because I couldn’t watch you belong to him. I came back because I cannot live without watching you live .” She knew that voice before she saw the face

The other married women of the house fasted for their husbands. Aarohi, with no husband to pray for, was expected to cook the sargi and serve the thalis . She did so with a smile that cracked at the edges. The boy who had left for an MBA

That night, Kabir packed a single bag. He knocked on her door. “Come with me.”