Author's POV:

It was the next morning, the kind that carried the usual rhythm of their household. The faint sunlight crept in through the half-drawn curtains, falling in slanted beams across the living room floor. Keshav, as part of his disciplined routine, was in the middle of his morning exercise—his muscles taut with effort, his breath even, his focus sharp. The rhythmic sound of push-ups filled the quiet air, mingled only with the distant chirping of birds from the open window.