Three weeks after her return from Varkala, Bhavani was folding laundry when the memories struck like lightning. She was handling one of Krishnan's work shirts, thinking about adding baby clothes to their washing routine in a few months, when suddenly she was flooded with the phantom sensation of Aditya's voice in her ear: "I can't wait to help with all these domestic tasks, my love. We'll share everything equally."
The memory was so vivid, so complete, that for a moment she forgot it had never been real. Her body responded as if he were actually speaking to her—heart racing, skin flushing, the familiar warmth spreading through her chest. Then reality crashed back, and the shirt fell from her trembling hands.



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