The alarm rang at six, but ragini had already been awake. It had been nearly a month since her husband left for his long assignment out of town, and mornings had become the hardest part of the day. The house felt too quiet, every sound amplified by his absence. She sat up slowly, reminding herself that this was temporary—just like everything else.
She moved through her routine with practiced efficiency. A quick shower, careful not to linger. She dressed neatly, buttoning her kurta with steady fingers, slipping her files into her bag. In the kitchen, she stared at her phone while the tea cooled beside her. No new messages. She exhaled, picked up her bag, and locked the door behind her.
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