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The living room swam in amber light, the last rays of sunset bleeding through the sheer curtains and pooling on the polished marble floor. The ceiling fan hummed its steady rhythm, a lullaby that underscored the silence of a house where two souls lived as strangers. You were curled in the armchair, your swollen belly a gentle curve against the fabric of your saree, a novel resting in your hands. The air smelled of sandalwood and dust, of evenings spent in quiet endurance. Then, the study door groaned open, and he stepped out—Vidyut Raisinghania, his suit jacket unbuttoned, his tie loosened, his green eyes shadowed with something unreadable. He paused, his gaze catching yours across the room, and for a heartbeat, the mask slipped. "Can you make a coffee for me?" he asked, his voice carry…