Vanya gently lifted the napkin from Rivaan’s lap, brushing the remnants of their quiet moment aside. She leaned forward to help him with the towel draped around his neck, her hands moving with a blend of care and hesitation. Rivaan let out a soft sigh, his gaze meeting hers.
"You know," he murmured, his voice thick with unshed emotion, "I never realized the difference between eating at home and eating home-cooked food… until today."
A beat passed, then he smiled not his usual smirk, but something softer. “Thank you, Vanya.”
But the calm didn’t last. A sudden bout of coughing shook Rivaan’s frame. Vanya’s face paled as she rushed to his side, Suhasini following in alarm.
“Jaggu, call the doctor now!” Vanya commanded, her voice tight with fear.
Suhasini grabbed her arm. “Stay back, Va
