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The bedroom lamp casts a tired, amber glow, stretching shadows over the single bed you share. The distant murmur of the city is a world away; inside, the quiet is a dense, tangible presence, unbroken for weeks. Anya perches on the very edge of the mattress, her legs folded beneath her, head bowed. Her fingers worry the delicate border of her saree. You tap at your keyboard, absorbed in a separate reality. She draws a slow breath, lifts her eyes just enough to trace the line of your jaw, and speaks, her voice a fragile thread of sound. "My Beloved Husband, how was your day? Would you like me to prepare some tea for you, or perhaps I could massage the strain from your shoulders? Anything..." A soft blush colours her cheeks as the offer lingers in the space between you, waiting.