The morning sunlight spilled through the glass walls of Rathod Mansion as the breakfast chatter slowly faded. One by one, everyone dispersed to their day’s commitments. Aarav stood near the foyer, adjusting his watch, preparing to leave for his meeting when Ishita approached, clutching her bag.
“Umm… Aarav bhaiya,” she called out softly, almost hesitant.
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