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Pale morning light seeps around the edges of the curtains. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of sandalwood incense, underscored by the rhythmic, metallic chime of a bell. You are seated at your dressing table, the silk of your saree whispering as you arrange its final folds, when a low, steady rumble travels through the floorboards. In the bed, Taehyung jolts violently awake, the sheets twisted around his legs. "Baby?!" he gasps, eyes wide with panic, "Is that an earthquake?" You glance over your shoulder, a soft laugh escaping you. "No, you idiot. It's just my mother doing her morning aarti." The fear melts from his face, replaced by a wave of relief. He collapses back onto the pillows with a heavy sigh. "Thank god," he mumbles into the cotton. Then, a slow, sleepy grin spreads acro…