The dining table was lively that night, filled with laughter, clinking plates, and the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. Arav had already left after dinner, claiming he had an early morning but his presence still lingered in the teasing smiles around the table.
Dharsh sat at the head of the table, Dhwani beside him, her hand brushing his occasionally beneath the table. Across from them sat Diya, still grinning from some earlier joke, while Vikrant and Indira enjoyed the rare sight of their children all together and happy.
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