Raghav's POV

I was sitting in the living area, the soft hum of the evening enveloping the house like a comforting blanket. The golden light from the lamps cast a warm glow, illuminating the scattered remnants of our day—an open book on the coffee table, a half-empty cup of tea, and my laptop, which I had been using to catch up on work. Priya was nearby, sleeping soundly in our room.