Adwait strides toward the dining table, running his fingers through his slightly messy hair. The delicious aroma of freshly made parathas fills the air but his sharp gaze scans the table first. He pulls out a chair and sinks into it, stretching his arms before reaching for a glass of water.
"Where are Varu and Jivu?" He asks, his tone laced with curiosity.
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