[In his study, she pauses at the desk — doesn’t touch anything. But a note with his scribbled handwriting reads:
“Investor deck - clarify Q2 growth logic.”
She doesn’t know what that means. But the handwriting… is oddly elegant.]
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[She smiles. A little. Then turns off the light.]
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[Scene shift: Evening. The house is lit, soft. Inaaya’s on the couch. News playing in low volume. Waiting — not consciously.]
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[Door unlocks.]
Kabir
(entering, voice lower than usual):
You didn’t sleep?
Inaya
Didn’t feel like it.
[He walks in. Loosens his tie. His eyes are tired, but still scan her face like he’s looking for something.]
Kabir
I Brought something.
[He holds up a brown paper bag.]
Inaya
(arch eyebrow):
From?
Kabir
That place near Lower Parel. Garlic rice and… something peaceful.
[She hides a smile. Fails a little.]
[They eat on the couch. No candles. No big music. Just shared food in takeout boxes.]
Kabir
(mid-bite):
My mother used to say silence is the loudest part of a marriage.
Inaya
(without looking at him):
She was right.
[They finish eating. He collects the boxes. She watches him from the side.]
Inaya
(softly):
You look different when you’re not giving orders.
Kabir
(quiet):
You look the same… but I think I missed it.
[He doesn’t explain what "it" is. She doesn’t ask. The TV hums. Rain starts again.]
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