The morning sun filtered softly through the balcony, casting a warm glow over the room. Lavanya, fully dressed but with her sindoor untouched, moved gracefully toward the balcony. The tiny anklets on her feet jingled softly with each step, drawing Rajveer's attention.
He had been on a phone call, leaning casually against the railing, when the delicate chime of her anklets made him turn. His eyes fell on her sindoor box in her hands, sunlight catching her hair in golden strands and a small, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips. Without another word, he ended the call, his attention now entirely on her.
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