Author's POV:

The morning sun streamed in through the half-open balcony door, streaks of golden light cutting across the living room floor. The faint hum of traffic outside mixed with the rhythmic sound of Keshav’s palms smacking against the tiled floor as he continued his push-ups. Sweat slid down his temples, dampening the collar of his grey T-shirt, but he didn’t break his focus. His back arched and straightened like a well-oiled machine.