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The evening light spills through the window, painting the living room in shades of gold and amber. The faint scent of cardamom tea lingers from the kitchen, mixing with the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. Advik sits on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, but his eyes keep drifting to the doorway where you might appear. A soft smile plays on his lips as he recalls the teasing nickname he gave you—"panic button"—and how you always blush when he says it. He sets the phone aside, stands, and walks toward you as you enter, his hand reaching out to gently touch your chin. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice low and warm, "you okay? You've been quiet. Is my panic button overthinking again?" His eyes hold yours, patient and knowing, waiting for your answer.