Author’s POV:
Shivanish stormed into the house, his boots thudding loudly against the marble tiles, his face a grim mask of barely controlled rage. His hands were clenched, veins prominent, and his breath came in short, hot puffs. The atmosphere shifted the moment he stepped inside—the cheerful murmur in the living room died like a candle extinguished by a gust of wind.
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