It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind of day when the air was thick with the aroma of street food—fried plantains, spicy skewers, and roasted corn. Sophie had just returned from the market, her arms heavy with bags. Rohan was already at the doorway, smiling as he reached out to take them from her.
“You always buy too much,” he teased gently.
“And you always complain, yet you eat it all,” Sophie shot back with a laugh.
They carried the bags inside together, placing vegetables on the small wooden table. Sophie hummed as she began to wash tomatoes, while Rohan swept the floor. Their simple teamwork made their little home feel like a sanctuary.
But peace rarely lasted long.
A sharp knock rattled the door. Sophie froze, her smile fading. Rohan didn’t need to ask who it was. They both knew.
