Morning sunlight slanted through the sheer curtains, scattering gold across the marble floor. The faint sound of birds outside mixed with the low hum of the city waking up. Siddharth stood by the balcony, phone in hand, his eyes half-lost in the view.

Inside, Ananya hummed softly, her laughter drifting from the kitchen. She was making coffee — her hair tied up messily, her oversized t-shirt falling off one shoulder, sunlight kissing her cheek.