The morning sun cast a soft golden glow across the house. In the kitchen, Katha was busy preparing breakfast, humming along to the old Bollywood classic “O mere dil ke chain” blaring from the loudspeaker. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread filled the air, blending perfectly with her sweet voice.

Just then, Agastya walked in after his morning workout. His hair was damp with sweat, a towel casually slung around his neck as he wiped his face. The familiar melody of the song reached his ears, and without thinking twice, his feet automatically led him towards the kitchen.