Author's pov :
Seven o’clock on the dot. Shivanish paused in the doorway of their bedroom, carrying dosa and chutney on its chipped enamel plate, and took in the sight of Vaanika—ashen, propped up against the pillows, her hair damp at the ends as though she’d spent a long time at the sink already. The red glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows, tracing the hollow of her cheeks and the slump of her shoulders. His chest tightened.
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