Dhruv stepped into the Agnihotri house mid-morning, holding a box of snacks in one hand. It had become his routine to drop by every day, though he hadn’t stayed overnight after the initial few times. Staying in Shraddha’s room only to sleep alone while his wife and baby occupied the guest room with Anjana had felt like an unspoken rejection, and Dhruv was no fool.
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