✨CHAPTER 15✨

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"What's meant for you will always feel natural, calm and clear, not forced, chaotic and confusing........................."

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the apartment. Vatsal was already up, quietly getting ready for work. He moved with a practiced efficiency, not wanting to disturb Shubhita, who was still sound asleep on the mattress.

The routine of his mornings had always been solitary and rushed, but today, he found himself moving more quietly, aware of her presence.

He was just about to take a sip of his coffee when he heard the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet steps of Shubhita emerging from the inner room. She looked sleepy, her hair slightly tousled, and her eyes still heavy with sleep. She noticed the scant breakfast on the table—just coffee and two slices of plain bread—and frowned.

"Is this all you're having for breakfast?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and disapproval.

Vatsal looked up, a bit surprised by her question. “Yeah, it’s what I usually have,” He said, shrugging. “Quick and easy.”

She frowned, looking dissatisfied. “That’s not enough. You need something more than just coffee and bread.”

“I’ve been managing with this for years,” he said, trying to reassure her.

Shubhita’s frown deepened. “Just give me ten minutes,” she said, already heading towards the kitchen.

Before he could protest, she moved to the kitchen. He watched her, amusement and curiosity mingling in his gaze as she moved with a determined purpose. She rummaged through the fridge, pulling out the leftover potato sabzi from last night’s dinner. With swift and practiced movements, she began stuffing the sabzi into the bread, creating makeshift sandwiches. She placed the warm, golden sandwiches in front of him within minutes.

"Here, try these. Much better than plain bread," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. “You need something more substantial to start your day.”

He looked at her, touched by her thoughtfulness. “You didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

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