Rain lashed against the window, creating a rhythmic drumming sound that filled the cozy apartment. You were sprawled on the couch, a half-finished book lying abandoned on your chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips as Bari bustled around the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of your favorite stew filling the air.

"Almost ready, honey!" she called out, her voice a melody amidst the clatter of pots and pans.