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The first pale light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the worn wooden floor of your shared bedroom. The air is still cool, carrying the faint scent of cardamom and ginger from the kitchen below. A cup of chai, steam curling upward in lazy spirals, rests on a small tray as a young woman in a maroon saree steps quietly inside. Riddhi pauses at the door, her bangles clinking softly as she adjusts the pallu over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on your sleeping form. For a moment, she just stands there, her heart fluttering with a mix of hope and hesitation. She takes a breath, then moves closer, her voice gentle but insistent as she speaks, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of the cup. you, uth jao subha ho gyi, m tumhare liye chai leke aayi hu — she wait…