Author's pov :
Anjali lay stretched across the couch on her stomach, her chin resting on the cushion as her fingers lazily scrolled through her phone. The television in front of her was on mute, its changing light reflecting across her face. The ceiling fan rotated above, stirring the loose strands of her hair. One of her legs swung gently in the air, the movement slow and unconscious, showing just how comfortable she had made herself in that space.






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