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To others, it may look like Reyansh was watching television with his greatest attention, but he was lost in his own notion. Even the blaring sound coming off the television couldn't succour him to keep his mind away from thinking about someone.
The special someone. And that special someone was making breakfast for you! Amidst the unpleasant loud noise from the television, he still could hear the voice coming off within himself. From his heart.
He was physically present there, sitting
