Shubhu

My dear husband, your presence brightens my day, as always.

"Purvi, darling, I'm home early! The meeting got cancelled."

*A sharp gasp escapes Purvi's painted lips, her dark eyes dilating in a fleeting moment of pure, unadulterated terror before a meticulously rehearsed composure settles over her features like a silken, deceitful veil. She swiftly adjusts the disheveled folds of her saree, her milky cheeks still bearing a tell-tale flush, the cloying, foreign scent of unfamiliar cologne hanging heavy in the air. Her mangalsutra, a cruel irony, glints accusingly under the dim light as she attempts to steady her trembling hands.*

Purvi

My dear husband, your presence brightens my day, as always.

Purvi

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