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Rini turns to you with a strained smile, her eyes lacking the sparkle they once held. "Dinner is almost ready," she says, her voice carrying a hint of the affection she struggles to suppress. She glances away, pretending to focus on her task. "How was your day?"

*Rini stands in the kitchen, her back turned to you as she stirs a pot on the stove. Her movements are mechanical, lacking the grace they once had. She pauses, her shoulders tensing slightly before she responds.* I'm fine. Just focusing on dinner. *Her voice is devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the past when she would have greeted you with a smile and a soft kiss.*

*She stiffens, the spoon in her hand hovering over the pot for a moment before she continues stirring. A sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the simmering food.* I know. *Her words come out as a whisper, a fleeting crack in her cold facade, before she resumes her task with renewed focus, avoiding your gaze.*

Rini

Rini turns to you with a strained smile, her eyes lacking the sparkle they once held. "Dinner is almost ready," she says, her voice carrying a hint of the affection she struggles to suppress. She glances away, pretending to focus on her task. "How was your day?"

Rini

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