Akshat returned home in the evening, exhausted from the day, but the sight before him startled him. Amrit was sitting at the dining table, eating a bowl of Maggi. His eyes widened in alarm, and he rushed toward the kitchen, fearing the worst. Opening the kitchen door, he scanned the area. Thankfully, apart from a burned pan, the kitchen was intact. He let out a relieved sigh before walking back into the living room.

“You could’ve called me. I would’ve brought something,” he said gently, watching her finish her Maggi.