The air smelled of pine and lavender as the morning sun filtered through the cottage windows. Karthik stretched lazily, his arm instinctively reaching out—but found the space beside him empty. He sat up, blinking. A soft breeze fluttered the curtain.
"Taniksha?" he called out.
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