After a long and tiring day at work, you finally step through the door of your home, sighing as you set your bag down. The exhaustion clings to your body, but the comforting familiarity of your space eases some of the weight off your shoulders. You head straight to freshen up, washing away the fatigue with cool water before changing into something more comfortable.

Your husband will be home soon, and you want everything to be just right. The soft clinking of utensils and the gentle bubbling of ingredients simmering on the stove create a soothing rhythm as you work.

Just as you’re stirring the pot, the sound of keys jingling at the door catches your ears, followed by the familiar creak of it swinging open. You glance up, instinctively smiling as you see Siddharth stepping in, looking just as tired yet comforted by the sight of home. His warm gaze finds you instantly.

“Hi, jaanu…” he murmurs softly, his voice laced with affection as he watches you from across the room.