Evening fell, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and pink, slowly melting into dusky blue. The air carried a mild breeze, rustling the balcony curtains ever so gently.
Kavya had noticed something different. Ashwin had been moving in and out of the kitchen, setting up things on the balcony with an intensity she hadn't seen in a long time. Candles, fairy lights, neatly folded napkins—it was like watching a man on a mission.
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