As the sun stretched its golden fingers through the gauzy curtains, the household gradually stirred to life. Like clockwork, the maids and staff resumed their morning routines, soft clinking of dishes, the faint whoosh of broom bristles, distant voices exchanging greetings in hushed tones. It was the usual weekday symphony, except today was Sunday. A day that usually moved at a gentler rhythm.
Raellyn’s senses awakened to the subtle hum of morning bustle, but something felt... off. The space beside her in bed was cold and empty. Her brows knitted slightly in confusion. Arnav, who typically lingered in bed a little longer on Sundays, wrapped around her like a possessive vine, had vanished.
She ran a hand across the linen sheet, confirming what her skin already knew: he was truly gone.
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