MIHIKA'S POV :
The evening air in the kitchen was thick with the aroma of roasted spices and simmering lentils. I stirred the pot, preparing the tadka for the dal, but my mind was miles away. I was still replaying the chaotic morning the way he had forced me back to the mansion, the coldness in his eyes, and then that sudden, gentle kiss on my forehead. He hadn't apologized, and the lack of closure left me feeling disoriented and upset. To make matters worse, I was cut off from the world; I didn't even have my phone.
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