"May all your vibes say : I've got this............................."

Days passed in a quiet rhythm, each one blending into the next as Vatsal and Shubhita settled into their routines. Vatsal continued to leave early in the morning, often before the sun rose, and would come home late at night, his exhaustion evident in the heavy way he moved. His work demanded much of his time, and when he did come home, it was usually to a dimly lit apartment and a tired, but always warm, plate of food waiting for him.