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The morning unfolded quietly, with only the soft clatter of utensils and the faint rustle of the curtains stirred by a gentle breeze. The kitchen, though grand with its polished marble counters and gleaming brass fixtures, felt oddly intimate. Amidst the faint aroma of spices and freshly brewed tea, she stood at the stove, her slender figure still wrapped in the nightdress, sleeves slightly rolled up, focused on flipping parathas with practiced ease.